If I was wet before, I was gushing then.
I could make out his balls from behind, and they were a manly set of balls. When he turned his cock, pointed straight forward. At me.
“You have too many clothes on,” he said as he crawled onto the bed.
He slid my panties off, but held my gaze the entire time. Like some wild beast stalking his prey, he crawled closer. My bra came off next and now we were both naked on the bed.
I reached toward him and grabbed his hard-on. A sharp intake of breath made me smile as I pulled his cock and him to the head of the bed. Still on my back, I pulled him close and took his cock in my mouth as he knelt on his knees by my head.
His velvety smooth cock felt nice in my mouth, and it hardened even more. He moved his hips slowly to slide in and out of my mouth. With one hand, he reached down and began rubbing my clit again.God. That feels good.
I slipped a hand through his legs and cupped his balls. The weight of them in my hand amazed me. When I slipped a finger beyond the balls to his ass and ran it around the rim of his hole, he breathed out.
“Oh, yes,” he whispered.
When he rubbed my clit more vigorously, I came again. Since I had become a sex therapist, I had learned to relax and let go so that orgasm came more freely for me, but Dirk seemed to have magic fingers, and he made me come faster than any man I’d ever been with.
Jerald could pound away at my pussy for an eternity, it seemed, before I would come.
With Dirk, I had no self-control.
I sucked on his cock harder, wanting to return the favor.
He stopped me, though. “I’m about to come. I want to be inside you, though.”
“You want to fuck me, Dirk Baxter?”
“Yes. I do, Miss Davenport.”
“Call me Reggie.”
I reluctantly let go of his cock, and he moved between my legs. Still on his knees, he positioned it at my entrance and slowly slid in. It was wet from my saliva and my pussy was wet with my own juices. It slid in smoothly but stretched me at the same time. The feeling of being filled up and stretched by him caused me to close my eyes and throw my head back. My back arched, and I wanted to take more of him. All of him.
I swear he stretched me more than any man ever had.
Soon he moved in and out of me in a smooth rhythm. I matched his movements with a movement of my hips, being sure to rub my clit against him on each thrust. The tendrils of an orgasm swirled around inside of me as my ears began buzzing from the pleasure.
The pleasure rendered my entire pre-frontal cortex unable to utter a single witty remark. All I could do was gasp and moan. My cries of pleasure filled the early late night air.
Mr. Dark Eyes never took his dark orbs off of me. The feral expression seemed softened in that moment. A hint of admiration, or maybe it was adoration, mixed with the flickers of the lamplight reflected in his eyes. Whatever the feeling was, it smoldered in his eyes like the hot embers of a wood fire.
Our bodies undulated on the bed in a perfect dance of sex and lust. When he tensed in the shoulders and his face contorted in the first signs of orgasm. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed against his thrusts harder. Faster.
“Yes, Dirk. Harder. Faster. Fuck me.”
Some men love dirty talk. Certain words can trigger them. While I knew that, that thought wasn’t really running through my mind as my orgasm built to the delicious point of no return. My words were as much for me as for him.
Dirk fucked me harder, too. He plunged into me like he needed to drill me deeper than he already had. The sound of his thighs slapping against mine mixed with our moans of pleasure and our cries of impending climax.
Soon we both came. His orgasm triggered mine, and we both cried out, cursed, and grimaced in the throes of our release. He collapsed on top of me in a heap and somehow, his weight comforted me.
I listened to the beating of our two hearts until they seemed to slow and beat in unison. I knew endorphins and other brain chemicals were coursing through our systems, building this bond between us—a bond that I knew we should probably not continue to strengthen even though my body and my desire weakened my attempts at resolve.
“Dirk Baxter. You are going to be my undoing.” I finally said to break the silence.
He rolled off of me and sat on the edge of the bed. “I could say the same.”
“Am I undoing you?”
