“Because you know what to do to me,” she said, her breathing growing heavier as his tongue dipped lower, teasing between her cheeks, but never quite dipping down to the jewel that was still safely inside her.
“It’s not that I know what to do to you. It’s that I love touching you. I love your skin, and your smell, and everything about you,” he said, as he dug his fingers into her hipbones. She tensed at the free and easy way he said love in relation to her body and her sexuality. But he hadn’t breathed it in relation to her.
Now was not the time to linger on the matters of the heart. That was child’s play. This was an adult moment. One she wanted to relish.
“I love everything about you, Michelle,” he echoed, and she hated that she wished he were saying those words in a different order. She tried desperately to push her emotions out of the bedroom, to kick them hard into the hallway, and just let herself take his words at face value. At body value. She begged her mind to go blank as best it could; to let her body lead the way back to him. “You are the most sensuous woman I’ve ever known.”
She heard a low growl from his throat, a deep primal sound of approval as he flicked his fingertip against the jewel in her ass. That did the trick. Oh, holy hell, did that do a number on her. Goodbye brain, hello body.
Flipping her over, he tugged off her panties in one fast move, leaving a glistening trail of wetness down the side of her leg. “I need your pussy in my face right now,” he said, returning to his rougher ways.
She arched her hips up, ready, so damn ready for him to touch her. But before he did, he tugged gently at the jewel, twisting it once, and then pulling it out, and dropping it onto the towel. The absence of it hit her hard, and even though it had been a low source of pressure, it had kept her humming. Now it was gone, and she found herself wanting to be filled again.
But that was probably the point.
Then, she found herself wanting nothing at all but this very moment as he buried his face between her thighs, and lapped her up. All thought faded, everything in her head disappeared. There was only the exquisiteness of this hungry man devouring her. Licking her pussy, sliding his tongue inside her, flicking the tip against her swollen clit. Heat scorched her veins. She was an inferno, and she was writhing and grinding into his relentless mouth, his hungry lips. She wasn’t sure who was louder, him or her, but they were both matching the music as she panted and moaned, and he made the sexiest sounds, as if he’d never been more turned on than he was right now.
She was vaguely aware of the sound of the bottle being opened, then seconds later, he slid his finger into her ass. All the way in, and her hips nearly shot off the bed.
She screamed his name, and he stopped for the briefest of seconds. “You’re so fucking ready,” he breathed out hard, returning in an instant to his mission.
“I am, oh God, I am,” she said, grabbing his head and riding it, fucking his face shamelessly, rocking her hips into him as he consumed her. The pressure from his finger and the intense pleasure from his mouth collided inside her in the perfect storm, and an orgasm blasted through her in a fury.
In seconds, he’d crawled up her and was straddling her. “Unzip my pants,” he growled, and she fumbled at the zipper. Somehow in this drugged-out, blissed-out state she was able to work it down, and his beautiful cock sprang free.
“Suck me. Like you did the morning after we met,” he told her, guiding his thick erection to her mouth. She remembered exactly what he meant, and grabbed his hips. She opened her mouth wide, and he stroked his dick into her lips, lowering himself into her mouth. She drew him in, licking and loving his cock, and then she reached her hands through his legs, playing with his balls. A deep groan rumbled up through his chest. “Is this how you came alone in bed that morning?”
She nodded as she lapped him up from stem to stern.
“That’s how I like it. You know how I like it. But that’s all I’m going to take for now,” he told her, then moved from the bed to strip off the rest of his clothes.
He returned, and handed her the lube. “Put some on me,” he said.
She nodded, and rubbed some onto his thick shaft, thrilling at the way his eyes floated closed and he grunted from her slightest touch. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
He sighed, a deep satisfied sound. Then he gently laid his body on hers, and kissed her, softly at first, then more deeply, as if he needed to connect with her this way. He pulled apart from her, and moved down her body to her hips, shifting her onto her stomach.
She felt so exposed even though she’d been naked with him countless times. But this time was different. It was a first, and she felt virginal. But not for long. He tugged her up by her hips. “On your elbows,” he said, and she did as told.