it building. My hips start to move, and I try to push into him as I reach the edge of my pleasure. He growls against me as his hands go to my hips, holding me in place as the orgasm shoots through my body. I chant out his name over and over as the orgasm rolls over me.
Slowly and softly, he licks me as I come down from my high. He rubs my legs, being gentle with my body. His tongue slides up my thigh like he’s trying to get every drop of my pleasure. I let my head fall forward, not realizing I’d thrown it back when he’d made me cum. I look down at him, this big man on his knees in front of me giving me the best orgasm of my life, even beating the one from before. I didn’t think it could get any better. I was wrong.
His eyes meet mine, and I feel myself blush. I let go of the door handle and bring my hand to my mouth. He smiles up at me before kissing each of my thighs and placing a soft kiss between my legs.
“Don’t be shy, little monster. That was the second-most wonderful moment of my life,” he tells me, pulling my hand from my mouth and replacing it with his lips. He kisses me deeply, as if he’s trying to mark my mouth with his. He grabs my fingers, locking them with his as he pulls his mouth from mine.
He drops my hand and reaches for the buttons of his shirt. I wait with bated breath as he slowly undoes them and reveals himself. His bare chest is chiseled, with a light covering of hair over his muscles. Dear God, could the man be any more perfect?
He takes the shirt and holds it out for me, and I turn, putting my arms through the holes. When it’s on, I turn back around and he buttons it up for me. His eyes roam my body, and there’s satisfaction there, like he’s happy I’m in something of his. The move is possessive, and I can’t help but snuggle into the shirt a little, loving the feel of it.
“There. Now I can think straight. Allow me to feed you.”
He pulls me from the door, and it’s the first time I get a look at his apartment.
“Wow,” I say, making him look over his shoulder at me as he leads me into the living room.
“You like it?” he asks.
“It’s breathtaking,” I tell him, unable to take my eyes from the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city. The building is tall, allowing me to see past the city and to the mountains, behind which the sun disappears.
“I’m glad you like it,” he responds, pulling me down to sit next to him on the sofa. The coffee table in front of us is covered in plates with all kinds of foods. He leans forward, grabbing a plate. His other hand lets go of mine and moves to my thigh. He digs his fingers into me a little. His hold is possessive as his thumb starts to stroke me.
He brings a piece of cheese to my mouth, and I take a bite. I don’t think anyone has ever fed me before. He watches me as I take the bite and swallow, his eyes never leaving me.
“So what was the first?” I ask, shifting a little and making his fingers dig into my thigh a bit more. I stop wiggling.
“First what?” he asks, feeding me another bite.
“Most wonderful moment of your life.”
He smiles, showing off his perfect white teeth and making my heart flutter. Not only because of how handsome he is, but because I know where that mouth just was. Somewhere a mouth has never been before.
“When I saw you.”
I blush again.
“God, I love that. I didn’t even know women could blush anymore.” He leans in, his lips brushing my cheeks. Yeah, probably because women my age aren’t this inexperienced.
Though with him, I don't think that’s going to be a problem. When he touches me, my body reacts. Like when I climbed him like a tree at the dance. I kissed him like I might die if I didn't. Not only that, but Jack takes over and I don't have to worry if I'm doing something wrong. He does it for me.
“Are you always this charming?” I ask, wondering if everything he says is a line. I heard a lot of bullshit in college and know men