fabric clinging to my puckered flesh. His hands roamed under my shirt, raising goosebumps on my skin and thrilling me with every lingering stroke.
Billy paused just long enough to strip my shirt off of me. We rose to our knees and I wiggled out of my shorts quickly, faltering only when his mouth fastened onto my nipple, skin to skin. A shudder of pleasure rolled through me. I clutched his back, holding on only by force of will as he worked my body into a frenzy. I was already losing control, felt restless and wild under his hands and mouth.
Soon nothing but his arms held me up. He lowered me to the bed, making me tremble with anticipation. I was already soaking wet for him. I ached with emptiness. I longed for him to move in me; fill me up. I was going to be so full of him, just squeezing him with my inner muscles and feeling that fullness, that completion in his arms. Greedy for it, I ran my hands over his body. I fumbled with his shirt. He had to take it off himself because I was shaking so hard. I was shaking like I’d had an electrical shock or something. He nuzzled my neck and then sucked it, made me shudder and clutch at his beefy arms. I needed him in a way that made me crazy. I felt out of control, completely wild and desperate, animalistic even.
“You naughty girl,” he teased when I squeezed his butt through his boxers. I tried to laugh but it came out as a wheeze. “How could I have guessed that you were such a tiger between the sheets when we first met?”
“You are such a flirt,” I managed.
“I love making you feel good, Morgan,” he said. I practically purred as he stroked my stomach and dipped his fingers between my legs. He petted me there, his thick fingers rubbing through my wetness.
“Billy! Oh, God,” I cried, half a sob jolting me at the pleasure of his touch. I was so keyed up, so hungry for him that as soon as he breached me with his fingers, I arched off the bed. He pressed my clit with the pad of his thumb. He tapped me there, on that tender, overwrought nub, and sent me screaming to my climax. “Billy! Jesus, yes, oh yes—' I screamed, slapping the bed with my hand as I came and came under his relentless ministrations.
With a soft, self-satisfied chuckle, he nuzzled my cheek. “God you feel good. You’re soaking wet. Do you really want me that much?” he asked, wonder rough in his voice. I nodded, swallowing hard.
“Y-yes. Yes I do,” I panted, bearing down on his hand, riding his fingers as the tremors of my orgasm started to dissipate. He curled his fingers deep inside of me, and I pushed and rocked against his touch trying to get what I needed from him, already wanting more.
Billy rose up and moved down my body, his hand still working me. He set his other palm on my thigh and spread me open. Then he put his mouth to my throbbing clit and sucked as he gripped my inner thigh and stretched me with his fingers, flexing and curling in my tight passage. He lapped the sensitive underside of my clit with the tip of his tongue until I screamed and bucked off the bed. He lifted his face and grinned at me, the smug bastard. I laughed in spite of myself, “You are so good at that,” I said. “You could totally do that for a living if hiking doesn’t pan out.”
“And you said I was a flirt. You just offered to write me a letter of recommendation if I decide to become a sex worker. First you suggested I pose nude for a calendar, and now you think I should sell my body. I feel like you’re objectifying me,” he teased.
I giggled. I literally giggled. This man was the most shameless flirt, and he had the goods to back it up.
Despite the fact he’d blown me off after our first night together, despite the fact that I had a rocky track record with men who turned out to be untrustworthy, I trusted myself with him. Something about him had snuck up on me, had found its way into my soul. This was so bad. I was completely screwed when it came to this guy. Because I was falling for him already. So what did I