Nodding, I step closer until we're only an inch apart.
"Did you use your fingers?"
Nodding again, I smile at his hungry expression.
"Did you lick them first?"
"Yes, just like you did with me."
Troy groans quietly at the memory of us in the living room. He leans down and sucks at my lips for only a moment before whispering, "I want to taste you again."
"Please."
"Is that a 'yes please?' Or a 'no please?'"
"Yes please."
Troy wraps an arm around me, guiding me to the bed while his lips suck at mine. When my tongue licks at his lips, he moans again and sucks it.
My body acts sex starved. Nipples hardening, belly tightening, and pussy warming, I can't remember why I was so afraid. What could possibly keep me away from this man?
Troy doesn't rest me on my back. He wants me to crawl onto the bed, so my butt is in the air. I don't like the idea of being exposed, but I realize he can touch me easier without taking off my nightgown. Sexy and smart, Troy has a plan.
Still a bit nervous, I rest on my elbows and cradle my head in my hands. My nightgown remains down around my thighs as Troy kisses my covered back and hips. When he lifts the fabric, I inhale sharply. Troy's breath on my pussy quickly erases my fears. I'm so wet already, and he hasn't even touched me yet.
Troy fingers slide down my slit, gently spreading the hot flesh. I close my eyes and shiver at the way my body needs so little to burn into overdrive. With Troy, I am oversexed.
His tongue slides up the slit, stopping only to tease my asshole.
"No," I moan, but I don't mean no.
"Stop no or..."
"Don't stop," I clarify immediately.
I hear Troy laugh quietly at my desperate tone. Knowing I'm putty in his hands, he wants me to remain that way. Deeper and deeper his tongue slides into me. Sucking on my clit, his lips bring me close before he licks again. Troy doesn't want me to lose control just yet.
His fingers find a perfect rhythm against my clit while he drowns in my wet pussy. I nearly come a dozen times before he finally allows me to submit. His fingers now thrust steadily into my pussy while his thumb teases my asshole, Troy sucks at my clit until I tear at the sheets and struggle not to scream in relief. The orgasm hits me hard, reaching an almost unbearable peak before settling into hot waves of pleasure.
"Tell me you're a goddess," he says, leaning over me now.
Smiling, I suck his wet fingers into my mouth and taste the pleasure he gave me.
"I'm a goddess. You're a miracle."
Troy kisses my cheek before nuzzling my hair. "I want to make you come again."
I feel his erection between my legs. He remains patient even while aching for relief. Troy needs me to say yes.
Smiling at him over my shoulder, I whisper, "I want to feel you come inside me again."
As if my answer wasn't certain, Troy sighs in relief. He slides the head of his cock along my drenched slit until I'm wiggling my ass in anticipation. With one hard thrust, he fills me completely.
A woman in heat, I can't think past the ache between my legs. Troy leans forward and nuzzles my back while his hips move rhythmically. Sliding his thick cock from my pussy until only the head remains, he thrusts back into me unrelentingly. I'm unable to keep pace with his hips. My only choice is to hold on tightly and enjoy the hard fuck.
Troy's hands slip up my nightgown and find my bare breasts. I cry out when his fingers wrap around my nipples and pinch them. Troy won't relent. He fucks me harder, tugging at my nipples and whispering in my ear.
"Does your pussy want me to stop?" he asks, rolling my nipples harder until I moan my answer. "Is your pussy wet for me?"
"Yes," I whimper.
"The goddess needs to come," he whispers, moving one hand from my tit to my pussy.
The moment his fingers graze my tender clit, I make a noise somewhere between a moan and a sob. My body is wildly awake now but only for Troy. Without him, the darkness might destroy me. With him, I am a woman reborn.
36
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Troy
Craving Only One Woman
Long after I leave her body and we relax in bed, Darla's cheeks remain flushed. I run my fingers over the warm, pink flesh. She's still wearing her nightgown, but I enjoyed exploring her soft skin earlier. I find myself smiling at the memory.
"How many women have you been with?" Darla asks softly.
I feel like she's shoved my balls into my gut. My fear of answering prevents me from doing anything more than smiling awkwardly. Darla smiles too, enjoying my discomfort.
"That many?"
"I hope you don't want a number because I don't know."
"I've been with two, not counting Locke. I don't count him."
"You shouldn't. Tell me about those two guys."
"Tell me about your last conquest."
"She's a goddess who makes me crazy. I think you'd like her."
Darla narrows her eyes. "Was she special to you? Is that why you won't tell me about the last one?"
"Far from it. I don't even remember her name."
"Gross."