My body jolts again, still on fire, nerves poised for release. He flattens his tongue and starts to eat me out in earnest, raking his long, flat tongue along my clit in careful, strong strokes. Before long, I’m right back at the edge, shaking.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I gasp, my hands clenching in his hair, legs quivering against his cheeks.
He licks harder, faster, and my back arches of its own volition as the orgasm hits me. I shout something, loud and long, though I have no idea what. My body is on another plane from my mind, which explodes with sheer ecstasy. When I come to again, my body is still shaking, my pussy twitching as Cassius licks between my lips, slides his tongue into my pussy, sucks up every drop of my cum.
Before I know it, I’m gasping again, my clit still thick and swollen. This time it only takes a couple of slow laps of his tongue across the edge of my clit to make me come, screaming a second time, shouting his name as I writhe against the couch.
I think he’s done when he sits up to grin down at me, his chin still wet with my cum. But he’s only getting started.
He slides two fingers deep inside my pussy, strokes against my front wall. I’m sensitive from the orgasms, but that only makes it easier for me to come from his fingers massaging my G-spot. I swear under my breath as another orgasm takes me, and my legs go limp over his shoulders.
He just bends between my thighs again, this time concentrating on licking just around my clit, not quite touching the over-sensitive spot. I’ve never come this many times in a row—I didn’t even know I could—but moments later, I’m arching my back again, groaning, and another sharp spike of pleasure sears through me.
I lose track of how many times he makes me come. At least a couple more times, maybe more, but I was nearly blacking out by then, the sensations were so intense.
Finally, he kisses my inner thigh and slides back up along my body, until we’re face-to-face. He kisses me deeply, and I can taste myself on his tongue, sweet and a little salty. It’s sexy as hell, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him down hard against me.
He breaks the kiss, laughing gently as he gazes down at me, those gray eyes of his still full of lust and desire. “Still want more?” he asks, clicking his tongue. “You’re insatiable, Manila.”
“I want you to fuck me.” I lock eyes with him. “I want you inside of me.”
He slows down at that. Gazes into my eyes for another few seconds, before he reaches down and pushes his own jeans off his hips. All the while, we keep our eyes locked, and that frank, yearning gaze of his makes me feel more naked than ever.
When he drops his boxers, though, I can’t resist looking down.
Wow.
His cock is hard as a rock, smooth as velvet, and big. Very big. Can I even take a cock like his?
I reach between us, mesmerized, wanting to explore him the way he explored me. I wrap my hand around his hard shaft, trail my fingers up it, and savor the feeling of his smooth, soft skin over his hard, thick cock. It’s the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen, curved slightly upward at the end, and already glistening with a drop of pre-cum. I slide my finger over his tip to catch that drop, and grin when he visibly tenses above me, his teeth clenching. I raise my finger to my lips, locking eyes with him once more, and lick the tip of my finger, tasting him. Salt, and another flavor, uniquely his own.
He half-groans, watching me taste him, knowing how much I want him. I start to slide down between us, feeling the sudden urge to go down on him, but he grabs my shoulders, pins me to the couch. “No,” he whispers. “I want to come inside you.”
I swallow hard. Damn. It’s hard to reject an offer as sexy as that. But… I lick my lips, tensing. “Do you have a condom?”
He grimaces. “Don’t worry, Manila. We won’t need one.”
I blink a little in confusion. “What do you mean?” When he doesn’t answer for a moment, when he still looks annoyed, almost angry, though clearly not at me, I tilt my head. “Look, Cassius, I…” I dart a glance toward the twins’ room. “I never got back on birth control after the twins. And, I can’t risk bringing another child into a situation like mine, single mother, working for a living, it’s a—”
He interrupts me with a shake of his head. “It’s not you, Manila.” He locks eyes with me, and there’s a sorrow in them, so deep and profound that for a moment, I can’t respond. “I can’t get you pregnant. I’m infertile.”
Shit. Suddenly that explains some things. The way he acts with the twins, especially. He must want to be a father, but… I frown, too, reaching up to caress his cheek gently. “I’m so sorry, Cassius.”