“You are definitely gonna be the end of me,” he said again as he got on his knees in front of her and then started to kiss his way lower down her soft belly.
“How about we find out just how far we can push it,” she said, threading her fingers through his hair as he went lower.
So damn cocky. God, he loved it.
“Such.” He kissed the freckle beside her belly button. “A.” He kissed the spot above her barely there curls, trailing his thumb across them but just barely enough to tease and leave her wanting more. “Smart.” He kissed a trail down the inside of her thighs, nudging them open and widening her stance as he guided her back down onto the edge of the seat. “Mouth.”
He glided his hands up her thighs, his thumbs skimming across her inner thighs until he reached her slick, swollen folds. Her hold on his hair tightened as he stroked his thumb across her sensitive clit, slowly and steadily building the tension as she let out a shaky moan. Smoothing his fingertips over her, he teased her, following her nonsensical pleas and sighs of pleasure, getting her right to the edge of orgasm without letting her fall over. Not yet. He wanted to draw it out, make it last. Did that make him a jerk? He was okay with that, because when she did come, she’d remember this moment and she’d remember him.
Another moan escaped her lips when he slipped two fingers, crossed as if making a promise, inside her and slid them forward and back against her most sensitive spots, the whole time tasting her and using his tongue with the right amount of pressure to keep her strung tight and yearning.
“Will,” she begged as he turned his fingers inside her, making sure they hit the tight bundle of nerves at her entrance.
God, he’d never get over hearing his name on her lips when she was on the verge.
“Please, Will.” She lifted her hips, rocking against his mouth. “More.”
In and out, this way and that, he couldn’t deny her. He lapped at her clit, hard and fast, pushing her toward that line as her cries grew more frantic and demanding. The time for teasing her had passed. No soft, barely there touches. He filled her with his fingers, sliding in and out, as he worked his tongue on her clit, rolling and rotating around the bundle of nerves that had her moaning with pleasure each time he made contact. She was so wet, so ready for him, that he had to reach down and curl his hands around his cock, squeezing hard at the base to relieve some of the pressure. Her entire body contracted as she came hard, her body arching as she thrust her hips up and let out a cry of satisfaction as he slowed but didn’t stop, riding the wave with her until she melted back, sated, against the seat.
Rocking back onto his heels, still tasting her sweetness on his mouth, he watched Hadley come down from her orgasm. God, it was so good, so right. It settled something in him, seeing her like this. Unguarded and relaxed, her eyes were half closed, her lips slightly parted, and her body slack. She let out a happy sigh and looked down at him, a teasing smile on her lips. He stopped breathing for a second because he knew in that moment that he’d been right—one last time would never be enough.
…
Still in some kind of post-orgasmic happy haze, Hadley watched as Will stood up, picked up his jeans from the floor, grabbed his wallet out of the back pocket, and pulled out a condom. She’d never been so glad to see latex in her entire life.
She got up and walked over to him as he tore it open because there was something she desperately wanted to do before he rolled it on. “Wait.”
“You don’t want to?” He nodded and moved to put the half-opened condom back in his wallet. “Okay. No problem.”
“I never said that.” She wrapped her fingers around his hard cock, stroking him as she got on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear. “You make a lot of assumptions about people. Maybe you should ask them what they plan to do.”
His only answer was a sharp inhale of breath as she sank down to her knees. Watching him, she licked the tip of his hard cock, tasting the salty pre-cum pooled