With every thrust of his fingers, I get wetter and wetter. His mouth retreats from sucking my throbbing clit before he glides his tongue up one side of my labia then back down the other. His fingers curl up and I let out a cry.
“That’s right, let me hear you. Are you ready to come, Candace?”
I nod my head. “Uh huh, yes … I am,” I whisper.
“I can’t hear you.”
“I’m ready for you to make me come.”
“That’s good. That’s what I want to hear.” His thumb circles my clit a few times before he lowers his mouth back down on it. The speed of his fingers increases as he begins to flick my clit with his tongue slowly, then faster and faster. The heat between my legs intensifies and my entire body tenses up. My toes curl and I stop breathing just before the most intense orgasm rips through me. I scream inaudible words as my body jerks beneath him.
I feel light headed—floaty and weightless.
My god, that was in-fucking-credible. “Jesus Christ that was … I don’t even know how to describe what that was.” I reach up and wipe the sweat from my forehead, running my hand through my hair. I look down at him and he smiles mischievously.
“Have you ever tasted your own pussy, Candace?” In shock at his very forward question, I shake my head back and forth with no verbal reply. His head dips back down between my legs as he breaks eye contact with me. Good god, does this man know how to go down on a woman.
So. Damn. Good.
Talking against my sensitive flesh, he says, “Well, you should. You taste amazing.”
Breathless, I will a few words from my throat. “Thank you. I've never been told that before. I just figure they all taste the same.” Abruptly he stops and penetrates me with a bold stare. Those darkened blue eyes assault me immediately. “Pussy most definitely does not all taste the same. And it's also not like those ridiculous books you women read either. It's not like honey or any of that bullshit.”
I give him an inquisitive look. “Well, since you seem to be an expert on the subject, why don't you tell me what it tastes like. What does pussy taste like, Mr. Calloway?”
A laugh escapes his full lips. Lips that were just seconds ago cradling my aching clit. The thought makes me even needier than I was moments ago.
“Pussy tastes like pussy.” He pauses to run his tongue along my swollen lips before continuing. “Only thing is, there is good pussy and there's bad pussy.” He slowly licks his lips.
The blunt words he just spoke would, in any other situation, offend me, but I'm so turned on by his candor that I can barely take it. “And what kind am I?” I ask, flirtatiously.
“Look at my face, Candace. What do you see?”
I scan his face, tracing his strong features with my eyes. Small beads of sweat just above his brow line glimmer and his jaw clenches with determination and self-control. “I see sweat and desire.”
“Wrong answer, Candace. My face is covered in juices from your pussy. I have practically bathed my face in you, so I’d venture to say, this pussy is good. Very fucking good.”
My face heats up at his comment. “You have such a way with words,” I say, flushed.
He rises, his very erect cock jutting out. My eyes can’t help but lock onto the beautiful piece of male perfection that is him.
“I tasted and devoured it. Now I want that beautiful pussy of yours to do the same to my cock.”
And with that he slammed into me. Hard. His self-control has met its breaking point and I am enjoying every second of his loss of control. With every drive and grunt he became more desperate in his movements. “You feel so damn good, Candace. Are you always this wet?”
I have no idea how to answer that question, so I don’t reply. I just wrap my legs around his waist and levitate my hips upward, meeting him thrust for thrust. He lets out a raspy moan and we move together in a perfect chaotic motion. His hands grasp mine, our fingers interlocking and I feel him tense into a rigid body of nerves. Suddenly, he slams into me one last time and lets out a sound that can only be described as animalistic. As he comes I feel his body jerk and twitch before it finally begins to relax. He rolls off me as our slick, sweaty skin is attacked by the cool air in the absence of one another.
“I’ll say it again. Good … very fucking good, Ms. Greene.”
“YOU HAVE A FUCK BUDDY. This is incredible. I’m so proud.” Janette has her feet propped up on my table eating a bowl of Lucky Charms. She showed up here first thing this morning to get all of the details.
“We are not fuck buddies. It was a one night stand. That’s it.” I shake my head as I pour my very much needed cup of coffee.