Slap Shot(29)

His lips moved from my breasts, headed lower, down my sternum, over my belly and settled a fraction over my pubic hair. He pushed at my thighs and just the heat of his palms had my pussy swelling with anticipation.

“I’ve been fantasizing about doing this to you,” he murmured. “About giving you pleasure this way.”

His breath heated my pussy and his words fired in my brain like coils of lust. I glanced down and saw him looking up at me. Our gazes caught.

“You ready?” he asked, a smile twitching his lips.

“For whatever you’ve got to give,” I said in a ragged, needy voice. That twitch of his mouth was so sexy, so wicked my clit actually pulsed.

His tongue poked out and brushed the juncture of my thighs before it arrowed through folds of damp, needy flesh.

My head fell back, my knees came up and flopped sideways, spreading myself wider for him.

He dropped a kiss right over my clit.

“Ah…” My hips lifted from the bed and he clamped his hands over my inner thighs and held me firm, began to place kiss after kiss over my throbbing nub. I grabbed the erotic sensations, bathed in them, rejoiced in having a man love me with his mouth.

I was aware of strangled cries falling from my lips as he worked his tongue. Stroking around my clit, licking it, laving it, caresses so hot flames should have been leaving his mouth and trailing up my skin. Unable to think of anything other than pleasure, I pressed nearer, wanting more. He gave me more, his lips and tongue traveled lower, to the core of my pussy where I was wet and needed him so badly.

His tongue tickled over my entrance. He gave a harsh groan as he sucked my juices and dipped the hard point of his tongue inside me.

“Rick!” His name peeled from my lips as his tongue thrust higher still. It was so erotic, so teasing—the last shred of sanity was leaving my mind.

He spread my legs wider, his whole face buried in my pussy. I twisted beneath him and held his head closer, harder against me. His tongue slid to my clit again, tearing a groan of appreciation from my chest.

There was a determination about him now and each lash, each caress of his tongue brought me higher, sent me wilder. He knew it, it was his intention. He was in total control of my satisfaction.

My spine arched, my fingers bunched in his hair. I was going to come, it was right there, charging toward me fast and furious and I was welcoming it with open arms, happy to lose myself in him, in wonderful, exquisite sensations.

In a white-hot flurry, surges of ecstasy raced through me. Every nerve ending I possessed was thrown up into the air and landed in a wild, pulsating rhythm. I shook and trembled, fisted his hair, fisted the bedsheets, writhed away from his tongue at the same time I was shoving my pelvis up for more.

He didn’t ease up, he kept lashing at my clit, holding me tight and riding through the climax with me. It was gloriously hard and satisfying.

Suddenly the pressure became overwhelming. “Stop, no more.” I wriggled from his attentions, scissoring my legs together and pushing up the bed. “Wait.”

His mouth and hands left me. Panting, I watched as he sat up and rolled a condom onto his cock. In an instant he was on top of me, kissing me, filling my mouth with my own musky flavor and settling his body over mine.

I ran my hands over his broad shoulders, my breaths sharp and rapid and my pussy still contracting around nothing. I spread my legs, searching for the head of his cock.

“Hang on, catch your breath,” he murmured onto my lips.

“No, it’s okay,” I gasped.

“You just said wait.”

I stretched my hips and bucked upward, tried to impale myself on him. “I don’t want to wait, not anymore.” I balled my hands on his back and tried to pull him nearer.

He didn’t move. His nostrils flared and his eyes took on a glazed look. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes, please, get inside me…now.”

His jaw set and his mouth twisted. He reared up, hooked his forearms behind my knees and spread my legs wide, baring my pussy as open as possible. He folded my legs up nearer my body and I grunted as the position jolted air from my lungs.

The thick, smooth head of his cock settled at my entrance and he pushed in an inch, studying his penetration with a heavy, lust-filled gaze.

My back curled forward and I wrapped my hands around his concrete forearms. Just an inch stretched me so damn much. Breath held, I stared at his dense shaft disappearing into my damp, black curls and my shiny pink folds.

“Ah, you’re such a tight fit,” he murmured.

“More,” I gasped.

His hips jerked and he gave me another inch, the hard, round head of his cock reaching my G-spot. Involuntarily I contracted around him and it created a stronger, deeper contact and my pussy fluttered with appreciation.