He growled as he watched her, and she closed her lips tighter, sucking and playing with her tongue against the thick digits. As he pulled them out, the heat in his dark brown eyes flashed.
Then he took his wet fingers and pushed them into her core. One, two, slipping in easily. A moan of pleasure escaped her and made him smile, their eyes locked together.
He pumped slowly at first then with increasing speed, curling his fingers against the front of her body. “You’re going to come again before I take you. At least one more time.”
Oh boy.
“We might be here for a while.” She liked sex and all, but one orgasm a night was sufficient.
He twisted his fingers and lowered his talented tongue to the task, and suddenly she wasn’t so sure about the one-orgasm-per-night limit. Not with his dedication to the task. Unrelenting attention, over and over. By the time he was done with her she was a happy puddle, stretched out on the king-size mattress in his bedroom.
When her body finally finished shaking, she eased up on her elbows and looked around in astonishment. “When did we move?”
Jim crawled over top of her, crowding her against the mattress. “I think it was about the time you called me a sex god.”
She didn’t remember the details, but anything was possible…
He lowered himself, covering her in a blanket of heat. The dusting of hair on his chest rubbed her sensitive nipples, and she wondered momentarily if it were possible to die from too much pleasure.
Jim rolled them, easing onto his back and settling her on top of him. “This position will work better.”
Lillie pulled her knees up so her sex was pressed over his impressive erection. “I’m not arguing, but I don’t think I have the strength left to ride you.”
He curled himself up to a sitting position easily, his eight-pack abs bulging against her fingers. “Don’t you worry. I’ve got it under control.”
He caught her under the hips and lifted as if she weighed nothing, connecting their mouths as he kissed her, sucking all the air from the room as he pushed her limits. His cock nudged between her folds, the broad head slick with moisture.
He eased her down enough they connected, and a sigh slipped from her lips. “That’s so good.”
A lift followed by him lowering her farther the next time. Rinse, repeat, until she had completely taken him into her body. She was on the edge of bursting.
She looped her arms around his neck and held her head away so she could gasp. “I’m lightheaded. And so full. Oh my, so so very full.”
“Full of cock.” Jim’s delighted grin lit his face. “You need to work on your dirty talk. You like my cock inside you?”
“It feels so good.” She undulated a couple of times before he restrained her.
Her lower lip jutted out before she could stop it.
He nipped at it. “We’ve only begun.”
One hand left her. He teased his fingers down until that wicked thumb of his was back over her clit. She was held tight, unable to do anything except accept the pleasure as he pressed in circles, harder and harder. “Squeeze your pussy around me. Squeeze until you come on my cock.”
The flush of heat hit simultaneously—her cheeks, her chest, her clit. It was downright embarrassing the noises escaping her lips, but she couldn’t help it anymore. As ordered, she tightened around his cock, and with the pressure building from him rubbing her clit, she had nowhere to escape.
She dug her fingernails into his shoulders as her head fell back, a long cry of pleasure bursting free as he tore another climax from her body.
He took that as the order to move, lifting her hips up before slamming her down. With how sensitive she was, the pounding only made her orgasm continue on, aftershocks rocking her harder than the initial eruption. Again he brought her down, a low growl rising in volume as he lost his rhythm and came, seed filling her, his fingers digging into her butt.
She didn’t pass out, didn’t lose track of time. Just stayed there, tangled together with his cock deep inside her, her head resting on his chest and her hair draped over his naked body.
Her breathing was still ragged by the time she thought she could move, which was right about the time he picked her up and walked into the bathroom, warm water washing over them as he held her in his arms.
That had been pretty spectacular, and Lillie had absolutely no regrets.
“You’re staying the night,” Jim informed her.
“I had no intention of going anywhere,” she admitted. “But I should warn you, I’m a restless sleeper.”
He stroked the hair back off her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. His words were all tangled up with the low laugh that rumbled from his chest. “What makes you think I intend for us to get any sleep?”
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