He clambered down between her legs, where his mouth found her pussy and teased her folds. She moaned softly. His fingers glided down her thighs and sensitized her everywhere he touched. Every now and then, it tickled, and she couldn’t help giggling. Eventually two of his fingers entered her wet quim.
When his tongue found her clit, she let out a yelp and an “Oh…oh,” but she quieted on a gasp, followed by a trembling moan. She arched, and no matter how she tried to be quiet, her moans grew louder and more frequent as he continued to pleasure her.
His fingers moved faster, insistent, and he latched onto her clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue mercilessly, until she shattered. She cried out in ecstasy. Concentric circles of bliss radiated though her. Her thighs shook in spasms.
“Stop. I can’t take any more!”
He raised his head and grinned at her.
She reached for him. “I want you inside me.”
He sprang onto his knees, his engorged erection sticking straight out. “Oh, yeah. We’ll get to that, but not just yet.”
She groaned.
He inserted two long fingers, pushed them in deep, and reached for her G-spot as she writhed. He dipped his head, took her puckered nipple in his mouth, and suckled. His thumb stroked her clit while he fingered her sensitive G-spot inside, and he didn’t stop until she came in an earth-shattering, fevered, screaming release. The sound echoed all through the room, magnifying. She clamped a hand over her mouth and smothered what was left of her cries.
He looked down at her.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
“Hmmm. You don’t look sorry.”
***
She was glowing pink, so ready, so primed, he couldn’t be upset with her for the noise. It was his fault anyway. He should have saved that move for another time, when they knew Dottie wasn’t around. Without saying a word, he reached for a condom from his bedside drawer and rolled it on. Konrad paused in front of her opening and smiled.
She looked up at him and nodded.
He penetrated deep.
She sucked in a breath, clasped the mattress, and arched into him.
“Are you all right?”
“God, yes!” she whimpered. “Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow!”
Hearing her use that word surprised him and turned him on even more. He found his rhythm quickly and thrust in and out, riding her hard. She reached around and clutched his glutes, mating with him intuitively, undulating as if to the beat of drums only the two of them could hear.
Her moans rose in a crescendo until, at last, she bit his shoulder, squeaked, and shook like she was lying on the epicenter of an earthquake.
Surprised, Konrad followed her over the edge and welcomed the blissful sensation, the surge shooting through him, letting go, then finally enjoying each precious ripple and aftershock. Holding one another and panting heavily, neither one moved to uncouple.
Konrad had no desire to jump up and hint that it was time for her to leave, as he often did after having sex with a willing but less significant woman. Making love to Roz was more exhilarating than he could have anticipated. He’d be willing to bet she felt the same way.
Before long, he eased off of her, aware that his weight on her chest might be uncomfortable.
When their breathing finally returned to normal, she let out a long sigh. “I’m sorry about the noise.”
He kissed the warm space between her neck and shoulder. He eyed the spot, and his mouth watered. He knew that someday he’d have to mark her as his, which meant biting her right there. It was ironic that she’d gripped him with her teeth in that same place, as if by instinct.
“I don’t want you to worry. I love it when you really let go.”
“What if someone thinks I’m being attacked?”
“We’ll let Dottie know that if the screams come from anywhere but my apartment or yours, youarebeing attacked, and Iwanther to call the police.” He gave her earlobe a playful nip.
***
