A Wild Ride(10)

My hands found their way to his ass again, and I marveled at the fact that even his ass was muscular and tight.

Suddenly, I realized how small and soft John was, and then I banished all thoughts of my ex-fiance from my mind. He might as well have stopped existing at that moment, as far as I was concerned.

Shane's lips began a gradual southward descent, kissing my ribs, and then my stomach, my navel, each hip. He took me by the hips and pulled me down to the end of the bed, slipping off of it, and then my knees were on his shoulders and his tongue was licking at my inner thighs, and his lips were pressed to my labia, his lightly-stubbled cheeks grazing my thighs.

I spread my knees apart, arching my back as I felt his tongue find my clit, swirling in slow circles. I did gasp then, a gentle inbreath. Oh, that man's tongue was nimble and sure, drawing pleasure from me in skilled waves, bringing me up, and then back down, closer to the edge of orgasm and back away. He dipped his tongue in, moving his head in circles as my hips began to buck. I was gasping, nearly whimpering now, and I was so close, but he slowed down and I bent to put my fingers in his hair, tangling and gripping, not quite pushing him towards me, but nearly. He huffed a laugh into my pu**y, and I moaned at the sudden heat on my pu**y. He did it again, not a laugh this time but a slow exhale, his hot breath driving me wild. He breathed on me again, and then his tongue found me again, and now he didn't pull me back. Slow circles at first, then a few upward licks, and then circles again, tightening in around my clit until I was bucking my hips in a frenzy and then I came, harder than I ever have before. I came so hard I saw stars, and I actually shrieked and moaned.

I'm not a vocal person during sex, not ever. Even during the most intense experiences before, the most I ever let out was a gasping inbreath at climax, which was inevitably a low tremor at best.

This was an explosion, a nuclear detonation in my pu**y driving outward to burn in my belly and set my limbs to trembling. Shane crawled back up on the bed, and I cracked my eyes open to watch him, slinking toward me with predator grace, stealthy and dangerous and still hungry for me.

I pulled him forward and kissed him, ravenous for his lips, tasting my own juices on his lips and not caring, but liking it in fact.




 

 

"Had you ever had that done to you before?" Shane asked, between kisses.

"Once, and it was awkward and unpleasant for us both. That was when we first started dating." I raked my nails down his back. "That was unlike anything I've ever felt. I've never come so hard in my life."

He just laughed. "Oh, man. You're in for a wild ride, Leo. I'm just getting started. That was to get you going."

His confidence was awe-inspiring. If that was just the beginning, I couldn't even imagine what the rest of my night would be like.

Shane settled his long, hard body on the bed next to me and we made out, just kissed and kissed, tongues flying and lips snarling. I was breathless when we broke apart. I lifted up on an elbow and raked my gaze over his body, taking in the glorious expanse of muscle, toned and defined and lithe. I traced his chest with a finger, circled his ni**les, and then let my finger follow the dips and hollows between his abs, finally finding the V where his abs led to his groin, disappearing beneath his boxer-briefs.

He was hard for me, bulging up against his boxers, the head nearly escaping. I glanced at him, and he lifted an eyebrow at me, smiling with one side of his mouth. He just lay there, waiting, one hand on my back, the other tossed lazily along his chest. He knew what he had, and he was just waiting for me to discover it.

I worked one finger underneath the band of his gray boxers, and my finger brushed the tip of him. He flinched, his stomach sucking in. I looked at him, seeing a flash of nerves, vanishing as quickly as it came. I remembered he'd gone a year without this, so a little nerves was understandable. I wondered if he'd finish quick, since it had been so long. That was probably where the nerves came into play; he was wondering the same thing I was. I thought about telling him that John-the name flitted through my mind, and I felt a quiver of revulsion at its passage-had never lasted more than a couple minutes, max. I didn't say anything though. I knew, somehow, that even if Shane only lasted thirty seconds, it'd be a better thirty seconds than all the minutes John had ever given me, combined.

These thoughts all passed through me in an instant, there and gone.

I drew the waistband away from his body, and the tip of his c**k sprang free, and I nearly moaned at the sight of him. I pulled the boxers down to his thighs, and then, feeling a thrill of daring blossom in my belly, I moved down and touched my tongue to his cock, just the tip of my tongue against the side. Shane sucked his breath in through his nose, and I looked at him with grin.