She stares at me, her throat working as she swallows. I don’t sever the link between our minds. I couldn’t if I wanted to. But I reach out, tracing one fingertip down her neck, down her chest, barely a whisper between her breasts. “Can I show you?” I grit out, my voice soft and totally at odds with the torturous need building in my body.
She nods and I groan. I strengthen the link between our minds and she gasps, eyes growing wide. I open the link just enough for her to feel what I’m feeling. Fortunately (or not), it works two ways and I have to lock the muscles in my legs as her wave of need barrels into me.
“Gods,” I manage. “You’re so wet for me.So fucking ready.”
“Wha…” she tries to speak, but it ends on a low moan. I know she can feel my desire, my hungry eyes taking in her heaving breasts, the flush working its way up her neck, into her cheeks. I steel myself as I lift her and guide us both towards the bed.
I damn near end up taking us both to the ground when she guides her hands over her breasts, tweaking her own nipples. The sharp pleasure arrows through both of our bodies.Fuck.Maybe this is too much, too fast.
I place her on the bed, and take a moment to adjust the link between us. I need to pull it back, at least a little on my side, or I’m going to come in my pants and neither of us wants that. Not tonight.
She sits on her knees, pulling the long sundress over her head. She never bothered to put her bra and panties back on after I ate that sweet pussy at Wanderlust and Icurse under my breath as that gorgeous body comes back into view.
Another gasp escapes those beautiful lips as my thoughts drift through her mind. I know she can feel my awe at her beauty. She can feel the wild hunger beating inside me when I look at her, the drive to take, to possess. To love and to cherish. She’s experiencing it all with me. Every breath I take is for her, and filled with her. I feel a wave of love and lust flood my mind and almost cry out.
It’s beenso long.
I grit my teeth and focus on steeling my resolve.
She rises on her knees, tossing the dress aside. She runs her hands up my body, from my hips to my chest, bunching my shirt up until I angrily rip it, buttons flying. She laughs, huskily, and attacks my zipper.
Fuck. I had a belt. I wonder, vaguely, where it might be in the stacks at Wanderlust, but then her hand is on me and all thoughts but her fly out of my head.
I don’t know where this experience has been all my life, butholy fucking GODS.I can feel what Flint’s feeling and I’m riding on that high. To be wanted like this, sointensely. It’s a heady sensation, like I’ve gulped the most delicious wine. His desire swamps my senses until I’m reeling. I can’t tell where my desire ends and his begins. The two are so intertwined I feel drunk and desperate and, Gods, so fucking needy.
Every sensation, every brush of his body against mine, is amplified by the knowledge of his desire, his want. I can feel his arousal, the way his body is responding to me, to my touch, to the sight of my own body. I can feel his mind racing with thoughts of pleasure and possession.
“Fuck,” he groans, his voice a low rumble in my ears. “You feel so good. So soft, warm.”
I arch into his touch, my hands tracing the hard lines of his stomach muscles. I can feel his pleasure, the way his body tightens with each touch, each caress. It’s intoxicating to be so connected, so in sync.
His lips find mine, his kiss deep and passionate. I fall into him, my body responding to his, my mind a whirlwind of sensation. I falter, pushing his pants down his powerful thighs as his fingers find my clit. His touch is sure, confident and every cell in my body throbs with need.
“Come for me, Ash,” he growls. “Let me feel you flood my hand.” He chuckles darkly as I feel even more wetness between my thighs. “Good girl.”
The words, the sensations, it’s all too much. The orgasm takes me over, and Flint moans my name, over and over, telling me how good I am. His need heightens, fueling me, as one orgasm rolls into another. I can feel his body tense, his pleasure and need growing with my release. I can feel this need to be inside me, to feel me from the inside out.
“Stop. Fuck. It’s too much.”
He pulls his hand away, but doesn’t release me. Our breaths are ragged, both of us sucking in air like we’ve run a marathon. My body feels lax and I think if he weren’t holding me up, I’d simply melt away into nothing.
“Bend over for me, baby,” He whispers against my ear, nipping the lobe before soothing it with his tongue. “Let me see that beautiful ass of yours.”
I struggle to comply, feeling like my brain is about to leak out of my ears. Can orgasms make you delirious?
Flint helps support me as I turn over. His groan of approval has me arching my back, presenting myself to him. His hands caress my curves, his fingers trailing down my spine, sending shivers of anticipation through us both. He leans in, his breath hot against my neck.
“I’m going to fuck you so good,” he murmurs. “But first…”
He backs away and I feel the loss of his body pressed against mine. Before I can protest, he takes a long, slow lick at my pussy and my arms almost give out. His hands slide down my thighs, his fingers spreading me wide, exposing me to his hungry gaze. His tongue finds my clit, firm, insistent. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he moans against my hot flesh. “So sweet and wet for me.” My body bucks against his mouth, seeking friction. His hands grip me, holding me steady as he explores me with his tongue, his movements slow and deliberate, building the pressure with each lick and suck.
I underestimated his willpower. I can feel how close he is to exploding. I moan his name, babbling incoherently, desperate for that release.
“Please,” I beg. An arrow of pleasure, not my own, shoots through me.Did he just come?
Flint growls in affirmation. “Your turn. Come for me. Let me feel you come on my tongue.”
The knowledge that he just came without me even touching him has me coming again, another orgasm exploding through me with force. I cry out, screaming his name. He holds me steady, lapping at my pussy until the sensation becomes too much and I pull away.
