I stand there motionless, my hands on the bed, as he lies on his back on the floor, his hands gripping my ankles.
"Do you know how many times I thought about this view?" he asks. "I fantasized about you standing over me in that little black skirt and those heels."
I inhale sharply at the mere suggestion.
"Kneel down, Cassie," he orders, his voice insistent. "I need your pussy on my face."
He needs it.
I do what he asks, barely hovering over him for a second before he grabs my ass and pulls me down on his face. Bracing my hands against the bed, I close my eyes, reveling in what he's doing to me. This time, it's not slow. This time he doesn't just eat me. He devours me, pulling my clit into his mouth, fucking me with his tongue.
He lifts me off his face just long enough to tell me what he wants from me. "I want you to fuck me, Cassie," he tells me. "Don't hold back. I want you to let go."
I suppress a whimper as he pulls me hard down on him again. His hands travel up my back, over my stomach, and then they're on my breasts, pulling at my nipples as I lean forward to brace myself against the bed.
I'm too far gone to be self-conscious and I'm too far gone to think about anything else except the way his touch feels on my skin, or the way his mouth feels, warm and wet, between my legs.
My hips grind against him the way I want to ride his cock. From somewhere outside myself, I can hear my whimpers turn into louder cries, totally unintelligible, or maybe it's his name I'm calling over and over. The sensations are so intense that even though I want to hang on, to savor this moment more than anything else, I'm overpowered by a wave of pleasure that takes me by surprise.
When Colton thrusts his tongue into me fiercely, it sends me over the edge. The orgasm is practically blinding, and I clutch the side of the bed as I cry out. It washes over me, wave after wave, until I'm lost in it.
But Colton doesn't give me a moment's reprieve. He grips my hips and lifts me up gently, his eyes fixed on mine as he licks me again.
"Colton," I protest, pulling him away from me.
"You're embarrassed," he says, laughing.
"I — yes." I stammer the words. "I was…loud."
A grin spreads across his face. "That's the hottest thing I've ever heard. And now that's out of the way."
"What's out of the way?" I ask.
"Your first orgasm from me."
First orgasm? My college boyfriend was more of the wham-bam type (except without the bam, I guess), squeezing my breasts perfunctorily and rubbing his finger on my clit until I came and he could get his turn.
Colton is talking about getting the first orgasm out of the way? What the hell does he want to do with me now?
He answers my question before I even ask it. "I'm going to lick you clean," he says. "And then I'm going to make you come again."
23
Colton
I make good on my word.
I bathe her pussy with my tongue and then I fuck her with my fingers, the way I told her I would before. We don't even make it to the bed. The minute I pull her to her feet, my fingers are on her clit. With one hand at the nape of her neck and the other between her legs, I kiss her.
This is not the same girl who came into the room wound so tightly that she was going to burst, spun up about rules and all that bullshit, thinking too much.
This girl runs her hands over my chest and down my back, her fingernails dragging across my skin as I stroke her slowly inside. She makes little whimpering sounds that are muted as I kiss her, little whimpering sounds that turn into louder moans the more I stroke her.
This time, when Cassie's fingers find the button on my jeans, I don't stop her. I take my lips away from hers long enough so she can yank my pants and boxers down over my ass, and I kick them away when the clothing falls to my feet.
But I don't stop stroking her.
Not even when she looks down at my cock and licks her lips. My cock twitches its response as the thought of her lips around it flashes through my head.
When she wraps her hand around the base of my shaft, I'm not sure who groans louder, me or her.
"It's… so big," she whispers as her hand moves lightly up and down my shaft. Her brow furrows and I laugh.
"You're worried," I say, pressing against the textured place inside her that makes her moan.
"I'm worried it'll… hurt." Her touch is light, her strokes perfect as her hand pumps my shaft. It's exactly how I hoped it would feel, and I want my dick inside her more than anything.
I push my fingers in deeper, my palm grinding against her clit, and she bucks her hips against me, her movements becoming erratic as she moves closer to orgasm. Her pussy is swollen, the muscles tightening around my fingers. "Don't get ahead of yourself," I say. "I'm not fucking you tonight. Tell me, did you think about wrapping your hand around my cock, the way it is right now?"
"Yes," she breathes. She runs her thumb over the pre-cum that drips from the tip of my cock.
"Did you come thinking about my cock in your mouth?" I whisper.