start to squirm, writhing a bit on him, using my actions to beg him to continue.
I seal the small wound with a tiny lick, then draw back from his neck. Drinking from him pushes me closer to the edge as well. I hold still to allow him to catch hold of the sensations raging through his body, but my inner muscles start to convulse around him.
“No!” he shouts. It will push me over. I’m not through with you yet!
The twitching and spasms continue whether I want them to or not.
I can’t hold back!
Rafe pulls me from his cock.
In one swift motion, he lifts my whole body up to center my opening at his face. His hot lapping tongue zeros in on my clit; soft lips lock onto my swollen ones. My head and arms are close to the ceiling, so I reach up to grab the rafters to steady myself.
Rafe tightens his lips and sucks. It pushes me over the edge, with bright white light exploding behind my eyes.
Throwing my head back, I shout my release to the room. It comes out a bit like a small scream, and causes me to lock my thighs around his head while riding out the waves of pleasure.
When I think I’m coming down, he snakes his hand around from my hips, moistens a finger in my pussy, and pulls back to tickle my rear opening. The wetness helps him to slide a thick digit in. Nice and slow.
It feels like an electric shock from my ass to my clit.
I gasp, sucking in air as I feel myself pushed back up the hill of my next orgasm. I let go of the rafters for Rafe to ease me down his body while he keeps a finger deep in place. My hard nipples push against the inside of my bra as I slide down, feeling the soft knit of his polo on my descent.
I shiver at the erotic picture we make of him fully clothed and me almost nude. When my heels touch down, I look up into his passion-filled gaze.
“Got to work this tight little ass of yours if I’m going to get back in any time soon,” he whispers softly, pushing his thick finger in and out of my tight pink bud.
He knows I love anal play. It takes a lot of preparation on my end because of his size. Sometimes, I think the warm-up for the event is just as much fun. Thankfully, so does he. It took me nearly a decade to discover he’d enjoy the same sensations I do, and boy has that been fun to explore.
He leans a bit down, hunching around my body so he can angle himself to watch his finger go deep into my pert bottom. I’m on my tiptoes in my heels and lean into him as the feelings of fullness start to overwhelm me. My hips move back and forth a bit on their own volition. His left hand leaves my side to journey to my front, and two fingers plunge deep inside my pussy. Not to be outdone, I reach out to his jutting cock, grabbing it in a firm grasp to pleasure him as well.
Rafe sucks in his breath while pulling his lower-half back, successfully breaking his member from my grip.
“Not yet,” he says.
My response comes out as a whimper. The sensations of being entered from my front and back are so intense, I feel like there’s molten lava brewing inside me. The pressure starts to build again and I want more.
I need your cock back inside.
Rafe responds by pulling his hands away then sweeping an arm out to clear the workbench. Tools scatter haphazardly to the ground, clattering as they land. I’m seized roughly by my waist and slammed down hard onto the dirty, waist-high table. Something digs into my back and my head feels wedged against a steel vise. The moment he presses against my wet, hot center, I cease to care where I am.
I draw my thighs up to rest against his chest. His left arm wraps over my legs to hold them together while the other drags me across the bench toward him. My body angles down off the surface, giving him the best position to thrust inside.
I growl out, “Hard, I want it hard.”
Rafe grunts, his body reacting with a steady rhythm. The pressure increases with each plunge as he slams into me with increasing strength. His movements cause the workbench to creak under the strain.
“More!” I