into his touch.
“You’re fucking gorgeous when you get off. I bet you have men lining up for a taste of you.”
I shake my head, dropping my hair.
“Then they’re fools.”
His words make me melt even more, and I collapse on top of him. He takes my weight and rolls us until I’m under him.
He goes up on an elbow, his eyes lit with the hunger he’s trying to keep in check. I can’t help wondering—worrying actually—if he’s going to be too much for me, and if I can please him, and if I’m experienced enough for a man like him.
He taps my forehead. “Get out of your head. You’re thinking too much. Just feel.” As he holds my gaze, he slides one finger into me without warning. I arch up, and my thoughts drift away. One finger becomes two, curling and seeking out that sweet spot that has a long moan shuddering up from my throat.
“You like that?”
I nod. “Mmm hmm.”
“Want more?”
I’m not sure I can take more. I’m still coming down from the last orgasm, but I find my head bobbing yes.
“I’ll give you as many as you can take, pretty baby.”
His head dips and his lips trail over my quivering skin, brushing the soft hair of his beard along my heightened nerve endings, making me thrust my breasts up, wanting his mouth desperately. He doesn’t deny me, taking each one and tormenting them until they’re red and sore, and still I want more. I ache at the loss of his mouth when he moves lower, drawn to what waits for him between my legs. He hovers over me, watching my pussy as his fingers work me into another frenzy, until my hips are lifting off the mattress.
“I can’t wait another minute to taste that sweet honey, angel.”
He shoulders between my thighs and replaces the strokes of his thumb with the flat of his tongue.
Another flood of release flows from me, and he laps it up, moaning his pleasure.
“So fucking sweet, baby doll.” He pins my thighs wide. “Sweet Tess, all spread open for me like a gift from heaven.”
He slips his hands under my ass, hauls my pussy to his mouth, and sucks my clit so hard I gasp. He doesn’t relent but feasts until I’m thrashing, and I know I can’t take anymore.
“Please,” I whisper, my breath sawing in and out. I arch up, and my thoughts scatter as he laps at my clit with long, slow licks. I glance down to see he’s watching me, hunger bright in his eyes.
Finally, after another orgasm, he stops and hauls my almost limp body up onto my knees. He positions me facing the headboard. His hands close over my wrists, and he places my palms on the wall. “Keep them there.”
His knees push mine apart, and his hands pull back on my hips, until my ass is tipped up at him. His warm palms run over my back.
“You have the softest skin I’ve ever touched. Close your eyes, Tess.”
I drop my head, obeying him instantly, and taking in the sensation of his calloused palms stroking over me. Eventually those hands find their way to my breasts, and I moan when he plays with my tender nipples. He pinches them, and I arch.
“Stick that ass out.”
I comply, and his hands move over my ticklish ribs, the indent of my waist, my hips, and then two fingers slip into my pussy. I stutter in a ragged breath at the sudden quickness of the invasion.
“You know how wet you are? How easy it’d be to slide all the way in and drive you up onto your toes.”
“Yes. Yes, please.”
He moves off the bed, and I hear his zipper go down and then fabric sliding off. A package tears open, and I imagine he’s rolling a condom on.
The bed moves as he returns to his position behind me. I feel his erection rest against my ass cheeks. He rubs the head through the wetness in little circles around the opening of my pussy. “I’m dying to drive into you, holding nothing back.”
I nod, my teeth dragging across my lower lip. I’m already imagining him doing that.
“You want it rough?”
I nod again.
He smacks my ass cheek. “Stick that ass out like I like it.”
I instantly obey, arching my body, my muscles fully extended and my breasts swaying. One big warm palm smoothes up my spine and back down.
“I love those little dimples at the base of your ass. So fucking sexy.”
Then when I’m almost lulled