The way he was looking down at me, I felt exactly that. Beautiful. Coming down to me, Turner placed his hands on either side of my head and stared at me. It was nearly dark in the room, the only illumination was the moon coming through the floor to ceiling windows and the light from the living room. The music was still playing but I couldn’t really hear it. If it was on in the bedroom, it was background noise to the buzzing in my own ears. My clit was throbbing and I needed him to touch me. My panties were drenched. I was regretting not taking them off. He did want me naked after all.
His mouth came down to mine in a reverent and tender manner. He was savoring my lips instead of devouring them. His teeth barely scraped the pouty flesh. I was already worked up. I loved that he was being so attentive, but my need was driving me crazy. My hands took on a life of their own. One smoothed across Turner’s cheek and dove into his soft hair, gripping a small handful and pulling him closer, while the other rubbed across his ribs and my nails dragged around to his back. He took the hint. His mouth left mine and traveled their way down my neck leaving a path of sizzling skin and cool wetness from his tongue. He made it to the cup of my bra, and he leaned over enough to use his hand to slide it down underneath my breast. My nipple was peaked and tight. He closed his warm mouth around it and lightly sucked. My body quaked. I felt every sensation of his tongue swirling over the bud, making it even more tender. He was trying to kill me.
“Turner, please, no more. I need you. Stop teasing me.”
He didn’t release me. Instead, he stayed latched on and showed me his vibrant blue eyes. His pupils dilated from the dark and lust. Never in my life had someone worked me up so much.
“You want more?” He let his hand trail down to the top of my underwear. My hips lifted on their own accord.
“Oh God, yes.”
“Are you wet?”
I wasn’t much for dirty talk, but if it got him to touch me, I’d become the next best porn star.
“Soaking wet.”
“Good girl.”
His fingers slipped beneath my underwear and teased the top of my pussy. They skirted my clit which felt so swollen with need, I knew the moment any pressure touched there an orgasm would follow. Turner released my nipple and blew his cool breath across it, causing me to shake.
“Too much, Turner.” I felt like my sentences were short and clipped.
He knew I was done. Helping me remove the bit of lace that was in the way, his large fingers made contact with my sex and slipped inside me.
“Jesus, you are soaked,” he groaned in my ear.
I couldn’t say anything else. Words left me and my body was working solely on instinct and feel. He was driving me to pleasure as if he knew my body better than I knew it myself. His fingers made graceful movements back and forth over my clit. He stroked once, twice, three times, and everything went tense. My first orgasm rolled through me like a subtle crashing wave. It came over the top of me and crested, leaving me panting and breathless.
“Hmmm, that was good, but I think you have more in you,” he said, still rubbing the swollen nub.
I took a deep breath and grabbed his wrist to stop his movement. “Hmmm, maybe.”
He wanted a fun and flirtatious side of me, I’d give it to him. Deciding to be the aggressor, I put my other hand on his chest and pushed up to allow me to sit up. Flipping over, he took the same position I was just in and now Turner was on his back. I admired the Adonis like body that was laying beneath me. Others I’d been with hadn’t really taken care of themselves, not quite like he did. Every little inch of him was sculpted and manicured. He was truly a work of art. Men would kill to have his physique and women drooled over it. Tonight, it was mine, and I wanted to touch him everywhere my eyes could see.
“You tortured me a little bit, do you realize this?” I asked, a devilish gleam on my face.
“I might.”
“It wasn’t very nice, Doctor Brooks.”
“I never claimed to be nice.”
“I can see that.”
He quirked his brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I licked my lips. “I guess you’ll just have to wait until I show you exactly how ‘nice’ you were to me.”
Taking my pointer finger, I dragged my nail down the middle of his chest, past his belly button, and to the band of his underwear. Opening my palm, I skimmed it over his erection that was so stiff, I don’t know how it didn’t hurt him to be trapped like that. Too bad I wasn’t willing to free it yet. I did the very thing he did to me. I let my fingers wander around the edges of his throbbing cock and down the inside of his thighs. I saw his dick jump from needing to be touched and being neglected. Several rounds of my teasing and he was getting frustrated. A low growl came from his throat.
“Annabelle, you’re testing my resolve.”
I nipped at his bare nipple. “Yeah? What are you going to do about it?”
In less than a second I was flat on my back again, and Turner taken his place on top of me. He took his briefs off and reached for the condom on the night stand.
I smirked. “Want me to do it?”
“No.” I could hear the impatience in this voice.
I wasn’t offended in the least. I knew why he sounded the way that he did, and I didn’t think I had the patience to do the work myself. As he rolled the rubber down his shaft, I looked him over when he got fully naked. His dick was certainly bigger than expected, but the girth was something I briefly wondered if it would hurt. All thoughts disappeared when Turner held his cock in his hand, and was at my entrance. I knew this wasn’t going to take very long for me. My skin was on fire, and he looked like he was ready to take on Mount Everest with that determination.
“Let me know if I hurt you.”
I nodded.
Pushing the head in, I closed my eyes and let myself feel every inch and he slowly sank inside me. It was a tantalizing pleasure that I didn’t want to end, but needed so much more of. When he was seated fully inside, Turner grabbed my hips and lifted them so my butt was no longer on the bed. It allowed for deeper penetration, and his cock rubbed against something inside of me I’d never felt before. A moan tore from my throat.
“You good?”
I opened my eyes and saw the feral look in his. “Yes.”
“Good, cause I’m about to open it up.”
What was he talking about? And then I knew. His slow and steady became a more rhythmic pace that had my body soaring. The tip of his cock was sliding over my G-spot and something huge was forming in my lower stomach. The faster he went the more my breasts bounced, and he watched everything. He was getting off on seeing them move, and my face as it morphed into insatiable pleasure. I needed to come, and I felt like I was standing at the top of a hill with a boulder needing to push it over the edge, but I wasn’t quite there yet.
My nails dug into Turners thighs, and sweat glistened across his chest. I knew what I wanted. “Harder.” I demanded.
A groan bubbled out of him. He was holding back his own pleasure, waiting for me to finish with my own. “Yes, ma’am.”
Turner slammed into me, pushing my head back further on the bed. That’s exactly what I’d been waiting for.
“Oh my God, yes.”