I really wanted to come, and I wanted it to be from William’s touch. To that end, his hand was on my jeans, pulling open the top button as he continued to lavish attention on my chest.
His mouth returned to mine, his hand torturing my sensitive nubs as the other hand slipped inside my jeans.
I wanted my jeans off, so I unzipped them and kicked them off as quickly as I could. The moment my legs were free, William looped one of his legs over mine to anchor it in place and then put his hand right back where it had been, stroking me through the thin material of my panties.
“I’ve never done this before...but I have done extensive research,” he murmured.
With a groan, I replied, “I’d say that, so far, you are getting an A-plus, Wil.”
He pulled away and opened his mouth to ask for the inevitable explanation.
“I’ll explain later. More mouth,” I said.
He leaned in to kiss me again and the pressure of his fingers deepened. It burned right through me. I could feel that touch behind my eyes, under my rib cage, in my toes. With each movement of his hand, he was stroking me everywhere else, owning my body without even realizing it.
His mouth returned to my nipple and began tormenting me once again. I let out a tight breath as the tension between my legs increased. My desire thickened into husky moans.
“I can tell that you like it,” he said.
“Yes,” I said with a heavy sigh. “More.”
He slowly slid the panties down my legs. Though I was in a hurry to have more of his hands on me, I didn’t rush him. He’d likely never taken a woman’s panties off before. This was a first for him in so many ways, and I wanted him to savor it.
“These look so delicate they might rip.”
I smiled, thinking it might be a little sexy if he did decide to rip them off someday. After he pulled them off my ankles and carefully set them aside on top of my jeans, William turned back to me, scanning my body from head to toe.
Another first…me naked in front of him.
“Are you memorizing me so that you can paint me later?” I joked.
His brow twitched into a frown. “I’ll always be able to recall what you look like in this moment, spread out on my couch with no clothes on.”
I smiled, about to reply when one hand moved to the apex of my thighs and the other took my wrist and pinned it above my head. His fingers were gentle as they continued to explore, stroking lightly along the top of my sex before pushing deeper.
Then he found my clit and I almost jumped a foot. “Here? This is your clitoris…”
“Um, yes, that’s right. That’s a very good spot to touch.”
“I know.”
His mouth came down on mine and his fingers increased their pressure.
“Open your legs more,” he whispered between kisses, and I readily complied. Now there were two—wait, make that three—fingers touching and stroking, taking turns, softly and quickly, then slowly, then firmly. All in just the right places.
He was a quick study at this.
Two fingers slipped inside me, exploring my entrance then sliding in deeper with consistent strokes. As if this wasn’t enough, he clamped his mouth onto my breast again, sucking and grazing my nipple with his teeth. Oh. My. Goddess.
In minutes, I was a breathless slave to his fingers and his mouth. And he didn’t stop.
“How will I know when you’ve climaxed?”
“Oh, you’ll know,” I said. “Just don’t stop.”
But he did stop. When I opened my eyes, he said, “I want to do what you did and use my mouth. Would that be okay with you?”
Would that be okay? That would be goddamn fucking heaven.
“Please,” I said, and he instantly moved down toward the juncture of my thighs. He started with shallow kisses and then began licking my clit. At this same time, two fingers slipped inside me again, pushing deep.
Where the hell had he learned that? I thought in shock as my body arched obediently to the command of his hands. If he were any other man, I’d suspect he’d been lying about being a virgin.
My throat was now hoarse from my moans. Between what his mouth was doing to me and his fingers pushing deeper—not to mention how hot it was that he still tightly clasped my wrist with his free hand—I was experiencing nothing short of ecstasy.
Soon I was holding my breath as heated convulsions of pleasure washed over my entire body. He stopped a little too quickly, and I had to grab his hand and press it against my clit until the orgasm had faded. When it did, I collapsed on the couch, my skin glowing with perspiration.
He moved to lie beside me. “I pulled away because I wanted to watch your face when you had your orgasm. It may have been one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.”