hole and then clamped his mouth around my entrance, thrusting his tongue into me, lapping up all of my juice. It felt too good, and I rested on top of him, just letting him feast on me until I felt I was getting close.
Sitting up, I whispered, “That’s enough.”
“Never enough,” he growled back and continued.
“You promised me you’d be good, Phil.”
He stopped.
“Give me one more lick.”
He dragged his tongue over the whole of me, slowly savoring what he’d been given. “Thank you.”
Now…it was time for some howling.
“Where’s your iPod?” I hopped off him and bounded off the bed.
“Uhhh…backpack. Front pocket.”
Each room came with an MP3 jack hooked up to speakers. Lili had shown me in her room how to first find it and then actually use it. I selected an iPod randomly and found it was his classic rock one.
Excellent.
Selecting Houses of the Holy, I saw his face split into a huge smile. The sight of his dimples made my heart blaze with pride and joy. His eyes closed, and peace settled over his features.
“I fuckin’ love you, Kenna.”
I grinned like a loon. “I fuckin’ love you, too.”
Snapping up the lube, I jumped back on the bed and settled between his legs.
“How are your arms?”
“Numb.”
“Think you can hold out for a little longer?”
“As long as you want.”
“Good. Spread your legs more.”
He did.
“Wider. That’s good right there.”
Rising up on my knees, I took his hard length and slowly pumped him. He unleashed some unholy moans that made me tingle in all the right places.
“I wanna touch you so fuckin’ much,” he whispered.
“The Rain Song” was playing, and it was such a beautiful, lovely slow tune. Softly, I sang along with Robert, humming during the instrumental bits.
“Oh, Baby…” he moaned. “Ain’t no man on the planet as lucky as my ugly ass.”
“Too fuckin’ right,” I replied.
He chuckled and then moaned as he began punching his hips.
“Shh…” I told him. “Be still.”
He groaned. “I don’t know if I can.”
“Try.”
He took a calming deep breath and willed himself not to move.
“Do you still trust me?”
“Always, Kenna.”
“Do you know what I’m planning on doing to you?”
“I think so.”
“Are you okay with that?”
He slowly exhaled through his nose. “I guess we’ll find out.”
“That’s the spirit.”
I popped open the cap on the lube bottle and slicked a decent amount over my fingers. Reaching between his spread thighs, I inched forward just a little bit, bent over, and took him deep into my mouth. I needed him relaxed. Sucking him for a little bit, I worked the lube well into my skin.
Finally, when he was writhing and panting, I asked “Ready?”
“Just do it,” he replied through clenched teeth.
I would never just do it. That shit had the potential of being beyond painful. Like he did for me, I lightly massaged his tight ring of muscle until I felt him go warm and soft to my fingertips.
“How’s that?” I whispered.
He moaned a little. “Weird. I think I like it.”
“Pull your knees up a little bit.”
Much better. At this angle, he was much easier to access. I applied a bit more pressure and was a little surprised when he opened to me and just sort of sucked my finger in to the first knuckle.
Phil sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck.”
Slowly, I pushed in a little further and then pulled back. Pushed further, pulled back.
I took him back into my mouth as deep as I could get him.
“Fuck!” he cried out. His chest heaved, and he panted and writhed.
I held still, afraid I was hurting him.
I started to pull out.
“Don’t stop!” he roared.
And I pushed in to the third knuckle.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” he chanted. His whole body was strung up tight, vibrating with a fierce carnal frequency.
Phil’s energy focused and burned so hot, I could practically see the sex chakra seated low in his pelvis, pulsing with a bright red glow.
Fucking beautiful.
I dragged my mouth up and down his length, tip to root and back, while with the same rhythm, I pumped my finger in and out of him. I gently slid in a second finger.
A vicious deep sound tore out of his throat, and I waited for a few heartbeats, allowing him to adjust to the pressure. He was grunting, panting, and sweating. It was gorgeous, having him like this.
Slow and gentle, I pumped him, keeping his cock in my mouth but not moving over it. I was waiting until I could feel him relax, and when I did, I twisted my wrist and pressed my fingertips