She barely had time to hitch a breath before his mouth was on her sex. She let out a low moan as sweet pleasure flooded her and she arched forward, reaching for him, needing to touch him while he touched her. The silken strands of his hair slid across her fingers and she latched on as he licked the length of her, driving her instantly crazy and so near the brink she was shocked.
She looked down at him, watching him as he swiped his tongue over her clit and drove her to dizzying heights. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, spreading her further, then speared a finger inside her, followed by another, spreading her while using his tongue in devilish, masterful ways.
She shuddered, so close to orgasm. It was the sweetest sensation, the way he pleasured her with his tongue and his lips. She didn’t want it to end, but oh, she craved the climax that hovered so close. And when he paused, lifted his gaze to hers, and smiled, she knew he owned her, that he could take her there with one swipe of his tongue, one suck of her clit between his lips.
This shocked her, because she’d been so used to using the bedroom, to being in one position to come. How quickly he’d changed her, turned her into a woman who had lost all her inhibitions. She was so tuned in to him, to his mouth, his touch, that he made her relax and let go.
And he knew it, too, from the smile he gave her. She didn’t care, because her body tightened with the need to let go.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Make me come.”
He captured her clit and flicked his tongue over it. She tightened, the first tremors building until he covered her clit with his mouth and rolled his tongue flat. She rocked against him as he fucked her with his fingers. She drove toward the sensation, the orgasm hovering so close she trembled with the need to let go. And when it hit, she let loose a wailing cry, feeling so free to let go with him that it doubled her pleasure.
When the tremors subsided, he rose and took her mouth in a blinding kiss. She wrapped her hand around the nape of his neck and slid her tongue in his mouth, needing to hold that connection that had left her breathless.
He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around him while he carried her back into the living room, depositing her on the sofa.
He undressed in a hurry. Glad to get her hands on him, she slid to the floor and wrapped her hand around the thick, hard part of him that bobbed in front of her. She stroked the length of him, loving the way he hissed as she squeezed his cock.
He swept his fingers over her jaw. “I like your hands on me.”
She licked her lips. “How about my mouth? Do you want that?”
His chest rose. “You know I do. Suck my cock, Evelyn.”
The way his voice went deep made her shudder, made her * clench in anticipation of what would come. She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his cockhead.
“Ah, Christ, that’s good,” he said, sweeping his hand over the back of her head.
“Suck it in deep.”
She loved the way he talked to her as she drew his shaft deeper into her mouth.
“This is what I thought about today,” he said as she bobbed her head forward, taking him fully between her lips. “Your mouth on me. So hot and wet, making my balls tighten.”
She took his cockhead to the back of her throat and swallowed, squeezing him. He let out a groan.
Something about having a man so hard and strong and powerful brought to his knees by having his cock in her mouth made her wet, made her nipples tighten and her * throb. She wanted him to fuck her, but first, she wanted him to come and come hard, to shatter in the same way she had. She pressed the roof of her mouth down onto his shaft, rolling her tongue over him.
“That’s going to make me come.” He thrust into her mouth and she grabbed the base of his cock, squeezing him, tunneling more of it into her mouth.
With a loud groan, he erupted, grabbing a handful of her hair as he emptied himself. She let go of his cock so he could shove into her, knowing going deep would give him pleasure.
When he settled, his legs were shaking. She let go and looked up at him, licked her lips, and smiled.
“Fuck, Evelyn, I think I lost some brain cells.”
She laughed. He bent and lifted her up against him to kiss her, tunneling his fingers through her hair. The kiss was so deep, so thorough, that it left her languid, her limbs so relaxed she was glad he held her.
“I want you here. From behind, so I can fuck you deep.”
She slid to her knees and draped herself against the sofa, giving him a look over her shoulder. “Let’s get you inside me.”
His swift intake of breath told her he was more than ready. He left only long enough to grab a condom. He sheathed his cock, then swept her hair away from the back of her neck to kiss her there. When his teeth scraped her neck, she shivered and dug her nails into the couch cushions.
“I like that,” she said.
“I’ll remember that.” He trailed his fingers down her back, following it up by pressing his lips over her spine, moving his mouth all the way down to her butt.
When he gave her a love bite on one cheek, she yelped.
He laughed, then gave her a smack on the butt. She turned. “I like that, too.”