Now, Please(50)

“You’re plenty exciting.”

I ran my hands over his shoulders before curling them around his neck and bringing his head closer. Hunter plunged two fingers in, getting me nice and slick, before trailing his lips down my chest and sucking in a nipple.

“Hmm,” I said, running my fingers through his hair.

He switched sides as his fingers sped up, his thumb working my nub while his fingers hit the right areas. I arched, applying pressure to the top of his shoulders, needing his mouth on me. Wanting him to finish what he’d started earlier in the night.

He moved that way immediately, pulling back the cover so the light fell on my nude body. His tongue licked up my center before his mouth sucked at the top. His fingers continued to work as his tongue made circles around my clit before then manipulating it from side to side.

“Yes!” I rocked my hips up into his mouth. I arched again, losing control. My hands moved across the mattress and up to my hair, clutching in fistfuls as the pleasure tightened my core. “Oh holy—” I arched and then gyrated, writhing. His mouth was ecstasy, sucking and manipulating, as his fingers worked, rubbing just right.

“Oh yes, Hu—yes. Oh. Oh yes.” I arched again like a woman possessed, squeezing my eyes shut against the tumult. “Almost…almost…”

A climax blasted my body apart, having me yank my own hair as the sweet feeling of orgasm soaked up every fiber of my being. “Ohh, that was good.” I melted into the mattress as his tongue made lazy circles around my sex.

He kissed up my body, each touch of his lips giving me a delightful shiver. When he got to my mouth, I pushed him to his back. My turn.

I climbed on top of him, threading my thigh between his legs so his rock-hard erection was against skin without hope of finding my opening. That would come later.

I started at his mouth, giving him teasing, light kisses. When he lifted his head, wanting more, I backed off with a smile. His hands slid up my back, trying to capture me. Instead, I grabbed him by the wrists and pushed them above his head.

“Have you ever been tied up?” I asked, licking across his full bottom lip.

“Usually I would ask that of a woman.”

“Have you?”

“No.” Lust infused his voice.

I trailed those teasing kisses down his chin and back, starting to slide down his body slowly. “Something to explore.”

“Or blindfolded.”

I could hear the excitement in his voice. He obviously knew I’d use those items to take my time and have my way with him. Not many men would say no to that.

I certainly wouldn’t.

I circled his nipple with my tongue before sucking it in. I bit lightly, enhancing the feeling. He sucked in a breath before groaning. I switched to the other side, doing the same, before running my tongue down his defined six-pack. I kissed each muscle before running my hands back and forth over him, loving the feeling of a hard, cut man.

I slid lower, lifting my body and adjusting my positioning so the tip of his manhood would slide across my taut, sensitive nipple.

We both moaned.

I stayed there a moment, rubbing back and forth on him, feeling my sex swell even more, and seeing his hips start to lightly thrust upward.

“Do you have any lube?” I asked, still playing with that tip.

He reached to his nightstand, making me get up so he could get into the drawer. He bought out a tube of lube. No frills, no taste, just something to get the job done.

It was clearly for his alone time.

I spread the cold gel over my breasts before tossing it to the side and working my body between his legs. I wrapped my breasts around his cock. Slowly, I moved up and down, stroking him.

I looked up, watching him watch his tip emerge from my breasts, before being swallowed again.

“Maybe no to the blindfold,” he said in a thick voice.

I smiled, working a little faster. I knew I could take him all the way right here. His hands fisted in the sheets. His body strained. Those beautiful pecs turned into mountains.

But I wanted to deep-throat. That would be way more impressive than what I was doing. I hoped.

I tilted my head down, trying not to make it look as awkward as it felt, and pushed down so his tip popped out—right into my awaiting mouth.

“Oooohhhh, Livy,” he gasped. His body went rigid.

Jackpot.

I worked him faster, stroking him with my breasts until I could get him into my mouth, and then sucking hard. His head fell into the pillow.

“Faster,” he breathed.

As awkward as it was, I increased the pace, squeezing him as tightly as I could and sucking as much as I could. I bounced over him, feeling his wild thrusts into me. He was too wild, though. Too desperate. He wasn’t getting enough from this setup.