“Hurry,” I say, feeling impatient suddenly. It’s like a pulsing void has taken up residence between my legs, and it won’t be satisfied unless his tongue or cock is filling it.
“Look who’s bossy now.” His tone is amused, but there’s real need underpinning it. Then he reaches back to adjust himself, and I feel his tip against where I need him most. I rock back as he rocks forward, and then he’s filling me, and the sensation is so much—so deep and full andbig—that I gasp from it even before he reaches around for my clit, touching me.
I thought this would be the least personal way we could do it, but I realize my mistake as he lowers down over me so his mouth is hovering next to my ear, his breath warming me, his chest hot against me as he pushes into me, going deeper. He kisses that sensitive place behind my ear, then sucks in my hot flesh as he pulls out and then thrusts in again, harder, the sensation making me cry out.
“Harder,” I say.
“Your wish is my command,” he says, driving into me.
I didn’t mean to, but I turn my head to capture his mouth as he moves inside of me, as his fingers play with me to make sure he pulls as much pleasure from me as he can. Our tongues move together as my body arches back toward him, demanding more of his cock, and I can’t help it—
I look into his eyes.
There’s warmth there. There’s lust. But whatever else I was looking for, I don’t see it, and I try not to be disappointed as I look away, as I lose myself to the movement of our bodies and the way his cock rubs me in just the right places while his clever fingers play with me.
The pleasure coils again, even tighter this time, because his cock fills me in a way I’ve never been filled before, or at least itfeelsthat way, and if I didn’t have the table beneath me, I’d melt into a puddle on the floor. My mind is demented, because it supplies,Would he keep fucking me if I were a puddle?
So I’m laughing as I start to tumble over the edge, as I cry out, “I’m coming.”
He grunts and sucks in the hot fevered flesh behind my ear while I clench around him and bring him over the edge too.
My last coherent thought is that I didn’t just fuck him today, I screwed myself too.
Because I’m only going to want him more after this.
