I arch my back, raising my ass up to give him better access and he responds just as I hoped he would. One deft finger pushes inside me and I let out a moan. He leans in, pressing his lips to mine. His soft tongue glides across the seam of my lips and his finger moves in and out at a slow, teasing pace. I reach up and entangle my hands in his hair, kissing him back with a fervor that surpasses his own. All worried thoughts have fallen away and my body is now in control. I can’t take the wait tonight. I want him inside me, now.
I fist his hair in my hands and pull back from our kiss. “Fuck me, Brisban. Fuck me, now.”
He doesn’t say a word. He stops working me with his finger and, in one sudden motion, he picks me up, bringing my legs up to his waist. I wrap them around him tightly and he steps in towards the bed.
“I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to do it more than once, but you’re going to have to wait because all I’ve wanted to do since I saw you tonight is taste you.” He bends down and I feel my back meet the bed. I let go of him and relax into the soft material. He kneels on the floor and reaches out, pulling my ass to the very edge, my legs dangling off the bed. “Patience, Candace. I promise I’ll do my best to not disappoint.”
He pulls my legs up and hooks them over his shoulders, spreading me wide for him. My body’s now tilted upward and he’s doing nothing but looking between my thighs. “You’re perfect.” He kisses the inside of my right knee and then my left. His whiskers prick at my skin as he places kisses my inner thighs, one-by-one, while working his way closer to my pussy. I squeeze my eyes shut and arch my head back. My clit is literally aching to be touched. He grips my hip with one hand and moves the other to my pussy. Using his finger and thumb, he spreads my lips apart and he leans in, licking up and then back down, alternating sides; each time barely avoiding the very spot I want him to touch so badly. My breathing is out of control and my hands are fisting the blanket, my knuckles white. The music is still playing but I’m too far gone to make out the lyrics. He continues the sweet torture with his tongue but still doesn’t touch my clit once. I can’t take it.
“Brisban, please.” I beg.
He ignores me and I tighten my legs, digging my heels into his back. I feel his finger trace down the center and just barely push inside me, but not all the way. I arch upward, trying to feel more but he pulls back. His finger gathers my wetness and starts to circle it around my clit, still not touching it. I feel his tongue sweep over my lips and then he starts to fuck me with his tongue. With every motion he makes with his tongue I whimper. Finally he brushes the hardened, throbbing nub with his thumb and I almost come undone right then and there. He reads my reaction and stops. My chest is moving rapidly and my skin is damp with sweat. He darts his tongue inside me one more time and then traces his nose through my wet pussy. Two fingers push into me unexpectedly and simultaneously his lips cradle my clit. He begins pumping his fingers and his warm, soft tongue flicks up and down with an expert rhythm. There are so many sensations all at once. It’s a sensory overload that words can’t even begin to express. Instinctively I begin to writhe against his face, letting out sounds I’m certain I’ve never vocalized in my entire life. I start to feel an intense pressure in my lower stomach and a heat like never before pulsates between my legs. It’s almost uncomfortable, but I don’t want it to stop. It continues to build and build until a fiery inferno erupts inside me and heat shoots through my entire body.
Every muscle tenses and my mouth falls open, releasing a scream. His fingers pump harder and faster and his tongue never stops. My pussy releases more wetness and I can feel the warmth of it moving down my ass to the bed. It’s an orgasm unlike I’ve ever experienced and it’s not quick. I feel as if I’m on a wave that’s not ready to break. Suddenly his tongue slows and he begins to suck on me. All at once I reach a precipice and fall completely over the edge into a place I can’t describe. The tension in my body starts to subside and my thoughts are a colorful haze. I’m dizzy with desire and utterly speechless. His mouth lingers on me while I come down from orgasm but he doesn’t move.
My ragged breathing mingles in the air with the melody of the music. I turn my head to the side, trying to regulate my breaths. He pulls back and slowly moves his hands up to the bend of my knees. One by one he moves my legs from his shoulders. I’m motionless and completely satiated. I hear the clanging of his belt but my eyelids are too heavy to open. The music finally registers in my head. Closer by Kings of Leon has just started playing. I pull my legs up and turn into a fetal position as I flutter my eyes open. Within my line of sight I see him taking his shirt off, his pants are undone and hanging low on his hips. The white band of his Calvin Klein’s contrasts against his tan skin and that perfect trail of dark hair disappears beneath it. He catches me watching him and doesn’t say anything; instead, he keeps the eye contact while he pushes his pants to the floor. He steps out of them and the sight of him in nothing but a pair of tight boxer briefs with a massive hard on is something to behold. He grips his cock through the thin fabric and caresses it while looking at me. He’s so damn bad. I just had the orgasm of a lifetime and someway, somehow, he’s able to turn me on again. He stops taunting me and pulls them down, revealing all of his incredible male glory.