“I know,” he replied softly, a smirk lighting his handsome features. “But not yet…I’m gonna tease you the same way you teased me.”
My hips bucked lightly against his wrist as his thick finger slid up and down my lower lips, and he met my barely restrained lust by pushing it inside, coiling it around in a ‘come hither’ motion to press against the sweet spot deep inside me. I could already feel myself drenching his hand with my desire. He was trying to be tantalizingly slow, but I sensed how feverishly aroused he was.
Then he pulled back, burying his head between my legs, and I gasped with surprise, bucking my hips upward to ride his tongue. He stroked my clit with the tip, toying with it and coaxing it further out, and then he grabbed my legs and threw them over his shoulders, his arms holding them in place. His nails dug into my soft skin, eliciting further moans from me as he kept playing with my clit. My core was swelling, and I could feel him dragging me to the edge of pleasure, pulling me ever-closer to climax…
He kept going, sliding and rolling his tongue along my lips and over my clit, again and again, repeating the flicking movements until I clenched my fingers in his hair, my back stretching and arching as the climax hit me hard. I felt wave upon wave of blinding bliss wrack my body, drowning my mind in pleasure and lighting up every nerve ending, and I tugged him as hard against myself as his face could go.
When the pleasure had begun to fade, he pulled away, and I vaguely heard the sounds of rustling in the nearby drawer. I opened my eyes to watch him tear a condom free from its wrapper with his teeth, and with a quick motion, he rolled the protective layer over his thick cock. Then he was back on the bed, pressing the tip against my slit.
“Are you ready for me, babe?” he murmured.
I leaned forward, resting on my elbows. One of Jay’s hands was wrapped around his cock, and the other was supporting one of my legs, the other one dangling off the side of the bed. “I’m ready. Fuck me, Jay,” I said, biting my bottom lip as I stared deep into his lust-filled eyes. “Now.”
That was apparently all the motivation he needed, because he quickly thrust inside, his cock stretching my walls, and even as wet as I was, I gasped at the thrilling invasion, waiting for my body to relax and adjust. Jay groaned with pleasure as he continued to push further inside.
“Christ, you feel so fucking good, Kate…you’re so wet, so hot…”
I could only moan as I watched the surge of passion cross his face. His fingers gripped my legs as he held them up, pushing my ankles onto his shoulders, and satisfied with that position, he began to pump himself into me even harder, thrusting again and again, faster and faster.
The room filled with the sound of my cries of bliss—sounds too intense, and too frequent, to possibly contain. Jay continued to thrust fully, and my body pulsed in joyous celebration as I experienced every inch of him, his hard shaft causing my eyes to shut and head to fall back against the bed. I grabbed his shoulders, gripping him, wanting to be close to him as he withdrew, then thrust into me again; long slow strokes in which my inner muscles memorized his shape, contracted around his girth, and worshipped his every move. I wrapped my legs around him, my heels digging into his muscular ass as he increased his pace, the slick sounds of our bodies mixing with hot breaths and rough kisses.
He kissed like he could never get enough, feasting on my mouth while maintaining a fluid rhythm with his body, propping himself on me with one hand while the other hand cradled my neck, holding my face up to him. The furious pace of our sex was quickly building a primal need inside of me, a need that could only be fulfilled by another orgasm. I could tell that it was close, my core pulsing around him, and I whimpered as my entire body tensed under his.
My body clenched around his heavy thickness as he thrust even harder, my hands curling into fists as I tried to contain the pleasure that was already coursing through my system. Jay growled out his own building pleasure, and I watched his eyes, burning and piercing straight into my heart, which I knew belonged completely and utterly to him.
My skin was on fire, and my second climax continued to build, tiny tremors in rhythm with Jay’s hard movements, each one stronger than the next until my orgasm and his perfect face seemed like the only things left in the world. I heard myself moaning again, but the sound was carried away in the deafening rush of the blood in my ears as I was swept away into the bliss.
I was in paradise.
Jay was paradise for me.
“Fuck…you’re so tight, I don’t know that I can hold out for much longer,” Jay groaned a moment later, and I panted and moaned a reply.