to my mouth. John kisses with so much passion and hunger.
The cool sheets hit my back and it solidifies that this is happening. He looks down at me with so much want. Palming one of my breasts, he massages it.
He leans into my ear. “We’ll talk about your punishment later,” he breathes.
“Huh? What? For what?”
“Your virginity belonged to me. You took that from me,” he says with a mix of lust and humor.
I don’t get to reply as he moves quickly to capture my nipple in his mouth. I bow off the bed, gripping the sheets in my palm. When he moves his hand to start circles around my clit, my eyes cross. I’m already coiled tightly, dripping for him.
“John.”
He slips his fingers inside me. “You’re still too tight to take me right away. Be patient.”
I nod, on the verge of tears. I don’t want to wait. I need him, but I trust his words.
John drags his tongue from between my breasts, down my stomach, to my mound. When he joins his fingers and mouth to push me higher, I cry out and plead for him some more. I’m coming so hard and fast.
“Good girl,” he croons and sucks his hand into his mouth.
It’s the sexiest thing ever to watch him lick his fingers clean as those golden eyes remain on me. He moves up my body with all the fluidity of liquid. With his thumb pressed to my bottom lip, he sticks his tongue into my mouth.
His lips are coated with my essence. We attack each other’s mouths with so much passion and heat. This man is so fine. How does he make the taste of my own pussy on his tongue a complete feast?
“John,” I cry into his heated cavern as he begins to finger me again.
“Come again, baby. I need you soaked,” he says with so much strain in his voice.
I reach to run my fingers down his back, causing him to shiver. His eyes darken. He’s starting to perspire with the efforts of his restraint.
I latch onto the look on his face. It’s for me. All at once, I admit I’m tired of running. John has always made me feel safe. Just as he has pushed his guilt aside, I do the same.
Pushing the screaming thoughts of betrayal and friendship away, I come again. I nearly weep when he pulls his hand from my body. I turn my head to follow his movement as he reaches for the nightstand.
I look back to John with wide eyes. He has an entire set up. Looking back at the nightstand, I note the bowl of condoms, some sort of plug, cuffs—the wand he picks up is the last thing I get to focus on. He turns it on and places it against my clit.
I claw at his hair as he moves back to feasting on me. My legs are shaking, and my screams are soundless. Holy fuck, what is this man doing to me?
“Come on, baby. The sooner you give it to me, the sooner I can give us both what we need,” he says huskily.
He turns the wand up and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I feel the dip of the bed and he lifts above me. The slide of something through my folds has me opening my eyes and sitting up on my elbows. One look down my body and I find the towel gone from his waist and his heavy dick hard and rubbing through my slickness.
I watch with my lips parted. My heart starts pounding harder as my next orgasm takes a hold of me. I tilt my head to the side and let it take me completely.
“Yeah, that’s it.” He places the wand aside and reaches for a condom. I watch in drained awe as he tears into the packet and rolls it on.
Everything in me tenses up as he lines up with my entrance. Maybe, I should tell him I was lying. That is a lot of dick.
“Relax.”
I nod. He takes my right leg and places it on his shoulder. Leaning into me, he keeps his eyes on mine. I truly relax when he captures my lips and kisses my worries away.
A few moments go by before he starts to push into me. I close my eyes tight, trying not to give way to the pain that sears through me. He rocks in and out, slow and shallow, but he’s so thick you would think I’ve had all of