“Thank you,” I say softly as I stay facing away from him and pull my arms out of the sleeves, letting it drop to the floor and hearing a sharp inhale of breath from behind me. And this is why garters were invented. I smile without him knowing.
“Holy shit. Turn around.” Mmm I liked bossy Reese.
Taking a little longer than he probably would have liked, I turn on my heels and step out of my dress, standing directly in front of him in my cream colored lacy bra, matching panties and garter, and my sheer stockings. His chest is moving rapidly inside his shirt as he slowly trails down my body with his eyes and even more slowly back up to my face. I see his adam’s apple roll in his throat.
“Be gentle,” I whisper, and for a brief moment, something flashes in his eyes. Something that I thought I’d been feeling and didn’t think he could see. Is he nervous?
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says. I melt on the spot. No man has ever called me beautiful before. Sexy, hot, I even got good enough to eat one time. But never beautiful. Shit, why did he have to say that? He steps into me and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me against his chest as he slowly lowers me down onto the couch.
“Oh!” I yelp at the cold leather as it touches my bare skin.
Kneeling next to me on the floor, he grabs my one leg and hooks it over the back of the couch and brings the one closest to him up to rest over his shoulder. I begin to shake against him, knowing exactly what’s coming. He trails light kisses up my inner thigh. “I’ve been dying to taste you again. It’s all I’ve thought about.” He moves to my other thigh and repeats the action, causing me to tremble. “You have me so fucking wound up here, Dylan. You will come in my mouth several times before I fuck you.”
“Jesus, you keep talking like that and I’m gonna come before you touch me.” My body arches towards his mouth as he laughs against my skin. I know he’s right. I know he will bring me multiple orgasms tonight because he’s that good. His hot breath warms me against my panties and I moan, feeling his finger slide the thin sheer material to the side ever so gently.
“Oh.” I groan loudly.
His first lick is slow and lingering, ending with a sharp flick of my clit and causing an involuntary tremble of my body against his mouth. Throwing my hands over my head and digging into the arm rest, I look down my body and meet his eyes. His tongue licks in between every fold and swirls around and inside of me.
“Oh my God, you’re so good at that.” My chest is rising and falling rapidly, my stomach clenched as he works me. I’ve never had oral sex feel like this, not even close to this. A strong urge begins slowly building in my gut as he brushes hard against my clit and pulls it into his mouth, sucking relentlessly.
“Feel it, Dylan. Feel what I can do to you.” Darting his tongue inside me and fucking me with it, my leg that is hooked over the couch begins to slip as I buck against him. His hand darts out and pushes it back over, leaving me wide open for him to expertly explore with his mouth.
“Oh God.” I cry out, tightening every muscle in my body.
Two fingers take the place of his tongue as he licks above his hand, giving extra attention to my swollen nub. He moves slowly, stretching me with his fingers as I begin rolling my hips against his face. My orgasm hits hard and fast, sending me spinning off into orbit as I scream his name and reach down to hold him right where I need him.
“Mmm.” He moans against me and the vibration shoots up my body and hits every nerve. His fingers slow their torture as he continues licking me, bringing me down slowly but not quite enough to ease the throbbing.
“Oh God. Reese, please.”
I knew that begging him to stop was of no use. Plus, did I really want him to stop? I’ve never had an orgasm from a guy’s mouth on me before and I knew my next one wasn’t far behind. I moan loudly and bite my lip as he glides one hand up my body, massaging my breast as he licks between my legs.
“You taste amazing. I could do this for days, love.”
I groan and arch away from the couch, his hands lifting my ass into the air. “Don’t stop.” My skin ignites and the fire that had been barely doused comes roaring back to life inside me. The only parts of my body touching the couch now are my shoulders and my head. Reese is supporting everything else as he moves his fingers quickly, slipping a third one inside and pushing with the perfect amount of pressure against my clit with his thumb. His mouth nibbles on the tender skin of my thigh and I cry out.
“Reese. OhmyGod.”
“Give it to me, Dylan,” he growls.
I come again and it’s even deeper than my last one. The leg that is hung over the couch is now resting on his other shoulder and I grip my thighs tight against his head. He sucks on my clit and rides out my orgasm with me, finally allowing me to touch back down after my trembling stops. Slipping my legs off his shoulders, he places them gently on the couch and this time, the cold leather feels welcoming on my now glistening skin.