“That’s true. And when you can’t get anything done, you can get even more stressed out.” I moved a little closer to him. “You’re a pretty busy guy. You need to be able to go things.”
“You, too. I don’t know how you do your job. You must get stressed out all the time.” His hand slid around my waist. I felt his growing erection against my belly.
“I do. It’s very stressful. I get a little tense just thinking about it.” Crap, what was I doing? Was I really falling into his arms again? I couldn’t stop myself. It felt too good to give in. His hand danced over my skin, from the nape of my neck to the base of my spine. I sighed, closing my eyes, tilting my head back. His mouth found my throat, and his tongue licked a long, slow trail along my neck.
“Yeah…I think we should both de-stress as much as possible. Every opportunity.” I gasped when he lifted one of my legs to wrap it around his hip, leaving me exposed to his fingers. They moved through my cleft, gliding through my slickness. Soft moans came from me, moans which I muffled by pressing my mouth to Lance’s shoulder. When he found my button, I gripped his arm with all my might.
“Yes…yes…” I threw my head back again, resting it on the pillow. He turned me slightly, so I was on my back with him stretched out over me. My leg still wrapped around his hip, he played with me, driving me crazy with little flicks of his fingers, then pushing me higher when he rubbed his thumb along my throbbing clit.
“You like that?” he whispered, grinning.
I answered with a kiss, my tongue sweeping across his lips before touching his. He groaned, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth, then biting gently. I gasped, but loved it. The pleasure only intensified.
“Yes…I love it…” I was flying, soaring. Every touch was magic, making me burn with passion I didn’t know I could feel. It was like when he first kissed me, or when he kissed me earlier, beside the bed. All it took was that one bit of contact, and I was lost. I was his, to do with as he pleased.
His thumb still circled my clit, and I felt pressure at my entrance. Then I gasped with new pleasure as his fingers slid inside me, two at a time. He pumped them in and out, and I rode his hand with abandon. I didn’t care how it looked or who it made me. I gave myself over to the sensation, letting it grow inside me until it overtook me and I was a gasping, shuddering wreck.
He didn’t stop, though. Instead, he curled his fingers and massaged me from the inside, making me scream before I bit down on his shoulder to contain the sound. I couldn’t believe it—my body writhed and bucked. I lost control, drowning under wave after wave of unspeakable pleasure. Somewhere in there, I came again, then again. It was like one long, endless orgasm. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t speak. I could only feel.
Finally, I convulsed once, twice, then collapsed against the bed. I couldn’t take anymore, and he sensed it. His fingers left me, and I whimpered as I felt them slide out. I was weak, trembling, unable to believe what had just happened.
Still he wasn’t finished. He picked up my legs, one on either side of his head. His massive length slide back and forth in my slit, gliding along as his hand had just done. I whimpered and mewled like a kitten, torn between feeling like I couldn’t take anymore and wanting everything he could give me.
“Do you want it?” he asked, teasing me.
I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me, his eyes blazing. Something inside me responded to that, and there was nothing I could do except say yes. Yes, I wanted it. I wanted him. I wanted all of him, all over me, all at once. Always.
He pushed forward, parting me, sinking into me. I gasped, fingers digging into his unyielding biceps. It was so good, so sweet. The way he filled me up. The way he rocked me, body and soul. I went with it, rocking with him, riding him as he rode me. I pushed my legs against his chest, using them for leverage as I worked along with him. He grunted, slamming hard and fast into me. No slow grinding now, no teasing, no building us both up. He wanted to take me. I wanted to be taken.
“Yes…yes…Lance…do it…” I grunted with every thrust, our bodies slamming together. The pressure started to build, going from my core throughout the rest of my body. Faster, faster, until I shook all over from the release. He still went, on and on, pounding himself into me until I didn’t think I could take more. Then he stopped suddenly, tensing, shuddering. I watched as he came, fascinated, knowing it was possible to make a man like him lose control. I felt powerful, almost.