He moved his fingers to my lips, spreading me open and his tongue lazily lapped at me. I gripped the bars of the headboard and leaned over his face, my head hung low as I watched him devour me.
He sucked one lip before switching to the other and grazing it with his teeth. Two fingers dragged across my wetness before he plunged them inside me and flicked his tongue over my clit. I tried to be careful of his eye, of his stitches, but something told me Riggs didn’t care if he went blind in one eye as long as he got me off, he’d deal with the sacrifice.
He was a keeper.
He ate pussy like a champ.
I might never let him go.
I think I might grow an addiction to his tongue.
His fingers moved in and out of me, stretching me enough to fit a third and that’s when I lost myself. I didn’t give a shit about leaning all my weight on him. I didn’t care if I suffocated him. All that mattered was seeing what he could do to me and I started to ride his fingers.
He tricked me, removing his fingers, replacing them with his mouth. I rode his mouth just the way he wanted me to. His wet fingers travelling up my body to pinch my nipple was pure ecstasy.
“Come all over me, Kitten,” he hissed, his words vibrating off my pussy. “So fucking good,” he grunted.
I arched my back, braced one hand on his shoulder, the other wrapped tightly around the wrought iron headboard as my hips bucked. I was right there, just a little more… He gave me one lavish lick, nuzzled his nose against my clit and it was over. I fell over the cliff, my body convulsing against his mouth as he drove me to the single most gratifying orgasm I had ever experienced.
The rest of my body stilled as my pussy quaked with the aftershocks of my orgasm and I tried to catch my breath when I heard Riggs chuckle. My head snapped down and I glared at him.
“Are you seriously laughing right now?”
“Yes,” he admitted.
I moved, trying to lift my leg and crawl off him but he grabbed me and rolled us over so I was on my back and he was on his side.
“I’m laughing because you’re not what I expected. You’re so much more,” he explained, leaning over me and pressing his lips against my mouth. “Open your mouth, taste how fucking delicious you are,” he dared, as his mouth hovered over mine. I pouted, trying to decide if that was a compliment or not. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth, forcing my lips apart with his tongue and did exactly what he wanted to, giving me a taste of myself. I spread my legs as he moved between them, his cock pressed against me, teasing me, taunting me until I lifted my hips and pressed up against him.
He broke the kiss, his lips lingering above mine as he gazed at me.
“Lauren.”
“Yeah,” I whispered.
“Just making sure you’re real,” he said, before he sank his dick inside me. I didn’t remember much about our first time, but I don’t think it was anything like this. I hadn’t been paying attention to detail that night. Details like how I felt every inch of him. Details like how it felt to know what sex feels like without a condom. He was the first guy I didn’t use protection with. The sex was so much better bareback, skin to skin, nothing but him and me.
I opened my mouth to speak but I couldn’t find my voice and concentrated on moving with him. One deep thrust and I felt so full, wondering how I took him so easily that night at the compound and if it was possible he was bigger.
It was my turn to laugh as I imagined him taking penis enhancements.
He pinched my nipple.
“Ouch.”
“New rule,” he grunted, as he pulled out of me. I parted my lips but my objection died on my tongue as he pounded into me, harder, wilder, without resolve.
“No laughing when fucking.”
“Harder!” I ordered, slapping his ass as he quickened his pace, his hips slamming into mine and flesh smacking against flesh. The noises we both made were so dirty and so sexy I could probably come again from them alone. Riggs had other ideas though, he worked me up to another mind-blowing orgasm with his magic stick.
Yes, that’s right, his cock was a magic stick.
I usually have to work for my orgasms, will myself to come with my mind but I’m mindless right now, barely able to move and on the verge of coming again.
He pressed his lips to mine quickly, taking my hands and pinning them over my head as he rotated his hips and pushed as deep as he could go. I felt myself clench around him, my legs tightening around his waist as I tried to free my hands only for him to slam them against the mattress again. He buried his head in my neck and groaned my name as he came.
Breathless, sweaty, and sated we remained entwined in one another. It was bliss. Something I vowed to remember when it all went to shit. He slowly lifted himself from me, withdrawing his cock before flipping over onto his back, wincing as his back hit the mattress.
“Your mattress sucks, Kitten,” he complained. “Tomorrow we’re going shopping,” he added as he raised his arm and stretched it over my head. “Come cuddle with me.”