“Tab a into slot b?”
He grins and just like that the spell is broken. He threads his fingers into my hair, pulling me against his mouth. Tasting, his tongue a slow glide against mine. I lean into him until I fall against him. His arms come around me, pulling me close. The space between us disappears and I resent my clothing and his.
“Are you ready for this?” I whisper. I need the answer. I need to know this is the right thing–for him, for me.
“I’ve never been more ready in my entire life.” He cups my face. “I need you, Abby. Only you.”
“I—that’s nice to hear,” I whisper. Because it is. I don’t know how to hear it, how to really feel those words but they vibrate across the space between us and settle around my heart.
He kisses me then and I’m not sure I said the right or the wrong thing as he lifts me and carries me the short distance to my bed.
“How about you tell me what you want?” he whispers. His long body is pressed to mine. The urgency is still there. Still potent and simmering just beneath the surface.
I slip my fingers beneath his shirt. His skin is hot and smooth beneath my touch. The hair on his belly is springy against my palm as I slide my hand lower, lower. Under the band of his pants.
I have never seen such pleasure on a man’s face from a simple touch. His eyes are closed, his lips parted. His breath is rough and ragged as my fingers close around him. He’s not quite hard, not quite soft. I squeeze him gently and beneath my touch, he swells, stiffening.
“I want to touch you.” The words are strange, filled with urgency and need.
He flicks the button open on his pants, giving me access to his cock. He thickens as I stroke him. His hands fall away, clenching at his sides, letting me set the pace.
“I love it when you touch me,” he whispers. “It feels so f*ck
ing good.”
“I love touching you.” I lean in, my lips near his ear. “It gets me wet.”
He jerks as the words drift over his skin, his hips rocking gently in time with the slip of my hand over the moist tip of his cock.
I release him and push his t-shirt over his head. Then his pants are gone and he’s there, naked and glorious in front of me.
“Tell me, Abby.” His breath is hot against my skin.
It doesn’t last. The moment my pants hit the floor, he is behind me, his big body surrounding me.
It doesn’t last. I can feel him, hard and urgent against my ass. I rock my hips against him. He shivers. “Do that again.”
I slowly, so slowly, slide my hips against his. His cock is nestled between my cheeks, pressing somewhere intimate and unfamiliar and erotic.
“Christ, you’re driving me crazy.”
He turns me in his arms, lifting me until his cock is pressed to my core.
“You have no idea.”
It is torture watching him roll the condom into place, wondering how this will go.
And then he steps back between my thighs. “I want to watch,” he whispers against my mouth. “I want to watch my cock slide into you. I want to watch you come.”
I twist my arms around his neck and kiss him, hard, drawing him close until his cock presses against my heat, sliding against my clit where I am aching and swollen. I need this. I need him. I rock my hips, and he slides against me again, the sensation erotic and new.
He scrapes his tongue across my throat, nipping gently. He nips at my breasts and pleasure spikes through me, hot and needy. “Please.”
He drops to his knees, and I close my eyes at the sight of him between my thighs. “Beautiful,” he whispers.
Then he touches me with his tongue and I am lost.
Josh
She is beautiful when she comes. Her lips part and the shivers run through her body and into my mouth. She tastes like vanilla and honey. I could feast on her for days, just to watch her come again.
I love that I get to share this with her. That I am the one tasting her, teaching her how it feels to have a man’s mouth on her p*ssy
. It’s something I never considered before but with Abby, everything is about discovery. For her and me.
I slide one finger into her where she is tight and wet and pulsing. I want her ready for me. The idea of hurting her, even during sex, is enough to make me shrivel. But I stroke her, with my tongue, with my fingers, driving her closer to the edge a second time.
She’s making tiny noises in her throat, mewling, urgent sounds that are driving me a little crazy. I reach down, stroking my cock, the condom sliding over my skin. My balls tighten and I’m close, too damn close.
I kiss her belly, her deep, dusky rose-colored nipples, her throat, finally claiming her mouth as I edge my cock where she is calling for me.
She wraps her arms around my back, her thighs tight around my hips. “I want you inside me.”
I cup her neck, lowering my forehead to hers as I slide a little inside her. She’s tight, so f*ck
ing tight. “Oh god.”