peaks for my voracious mouth. I tongued, sucked, and licked one and then the other.
Moving lower until my head rested between her legs, I kissed her and then spread her wide. She made a weak sound of protest that I ignored. I had to taste her. Her lower lips were plump and wet. Remnants of her orgasm glinted in the faint bathroom light. I laid the broad flat of my tongue against her and gave one long, languorous lick. Delicious. I could eat her all night, and some day I would. But tonight I wanted to make her come, just one more time. My hard cock was so ready for her that I feared I would break in two before I could sink it inside of her.
I held her thighs apart and ate at her. Her musky scent filled my nose and her taste on my tongue made me want to spill. I slipped two fingers inside her again, working her with my fingers and tongue until I felt her convulse again. Now she was ready.
Grace
I felt like my mind had splintered into a thousand pieces, like I had become a collection dust mites, just a hundred particles floating in the air.
Noah shifted, and I heard the crinkle of a wrapper. His fingers slid back down between my legs, circling and pressing until my breath hitched, and I cried out softly in desire. His gaze was wicked now, and he made no effort to quiet me even though there were nearly a hundred people downstairs. As he slid one and then two fingers inside me, I turned my head to the side and bit into the fleshy part of my hand. He laughed and crouched over me. “Afraid someone might hear you?” he whispered in my ear. The hot wash of his breath made me shiver. His fingers kept stroking me and in the quiet I could hear how wet he was making me. He was learning me with each stroke. What turned me on, what made me weak with want.
He pulled my fist away from my face and laced our fingers together, holding them flat against the bed. His other hand was still thrusting and rubbing between my legs. I began to sob softly, wanting so desperately another release. “I don’t care who fucking hears you when I make you come,” he said. With his words, I did, and a cry escaped me. Noah’s lips were sucking on my earlobe, then my neck, biting into my shoulder as I came again. He cupped me until my breath evened out.
He slid his fingers from me, and I could see they were wet, slick with my desire. He rubbed his sheathed cock with his fingers and then dipped inside for more lubrication. His long fingers curved around his girth, pulling hard at his length.
In the dim light, I could see the skin of Noah’s cheeks pulled taut. I pleaded with him, not sure if I wanted to be the one stroking him or just wanted him inside me. “Please, Noah, please,” I moaned. He was out of reach for me, sitting almost perpendicular to my body in repose.
“Just getting ready for you,” he said and then scooted back to position himself between my legs. I opened my legs wider to accommodate Noah’s frame. He pushed in slowly, slicked by my release. He placed both hands at my inner thighs, widening me even farther, opening and exposing me to his gaze and to the push of his cock inside me.
“You feel so big,” I said, gasping at the sensation. He groaned out loud at this.
“You okay?” he panted, bracing himself above me.
I pulled him toward me and said, “Yes.”
Slowly he pumped shallowly against me, waiting for me to fully accept him. With each movement, I became slicker and wetter until he had slid home completely. He rested there, allowing me to accustom myself to his thickness, and then, when I lifted my hips, he began thrusting faster. His moans and grunts mingled with my cries and the noise we were making, the wet slapping sounds as he pushed into me echoed loud in the room, mixed with the deep bass the reverberated from the party downstairs.
Right then, there was only Noah and me and a pinpoint sensation at my center that was flooding outward into every extremity until I was one mass of feeling, shaking from the inside out. My toes curled and my head flung back, I allowed that wave of