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Effectiveness wasn’t a problem.
Oh Lord, the man was relentless. My body blazed to life, singing with pleasure. And he played me like a fiddle. Fuck that, a Stradivarius. Deep thrusts with his fingers paired with concentrated flicks of his tongue had me panting, groaning, and making a high-pitched squeal I’d never made before in my life.
There’s etiquette for this situation, something about allowing your partner to breathe. I did not give a shit; I clamped my legs to his face, dug my nails into his scalp, and arched my hips off the bed. The orgasms I’d had lately had been fine. Pleasant things that elevated my heart rate and helped me sleep better. The spasms racking my body were anything but.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I chanted in the same rhythm as he drove his fingers into me. Sweat glazed my skin and I could taste the tears running down my face. A full-on sob convulsed my chest, followed by a bark of laughter.
Then I flew.
Hours or minutes later, I returned to earth.
Atley had one hand resting over my mound. It twitched and tingled sporadically, sending jolts of pleasure to my diaphragm like the world’s most erotic hiccups. His head rested on the inside of my thigh. When my wandering eyes focused on him, he deliberately licked his glistening lips and hummed like a wine snob, savoring a fine vintage.
“Better than missionary?” He didn’t need me to answer the question.
Chapter 4
Atley
IwasdrowninginRae. Surrounded by her smell and taste. Flying high on a dose of her pheromones or whatever.
Making her come so hard she sobbed was a top ten lifetime accomplishment. I crawled up the bed and laid my head on the pillow next to hers. More like a rag doll than a person. She rolled into my embrace.
“I’m eating your pussy again before I leave this bed.”
She whimpered, and my cock jerked, straining against my underwear. I reached down and tugged it free. Shucking my briefs, I stroked from crown to root, trying to relieve some pressure. By my third stroke, Rae’s fingers wrapped around the head, pushing mine aside. She echoed my movements, her maddeningly slow strokes not enough to get me off but more than enough to send shocks of pleasure to my balls.
“Turn on your side, darling.”
She rolled, jutting her deliciously round ass out. I’d never put a condom on so fast. Laying behind her, I held her hip and pushed my cock between the halves of her ass. Heat enveloped my length as I eased inside her pussy from behind.
“You’re hot and tight. I move too fast, and I’ll come before you.” I slipped one arm beneath her head. With my other hand, I guided her fingers between her thighs.
“You said you think about anything but missionary when you touch yourself.” I retook hold of her hip and thrust.
She gasped and arched; my cock sunk deeper. I pulled her hips, angling her a few degrees away from me, and surged forward. Fuck, now I was deep. Buried to the hilt. Her ass pressed hard into my balls. I gritted my jaw, struggling for control.
“Show me, use me. Use my cock, Rae,” I whispered into her ear.
She moved, and it felt sinfully good. Her breathing sped up as she rubbed her clit and rode my dick.
In the hallway, when she’d asked me to show her mind-blowing sex because she’d forgotten what it was like, it woke something inside me. The desire I’d chalked up to pheromones quadrupled instantly.
Sex between consenting adults was about the best, most glorious thing in the world. A way to communicate and connect without the awkwardness of words. Each player in the game had one goal: to get off. And the best players wanted their partner to come too. Period. The simplest of human interactions but also the most amazing and complex.
“Harder. Take more.” I wanted her to wring every bit of pleasure out of her own body before I took another turn.
She cursed and curled forward around her busy fingers between her thighs. She rocked her hips and used our tangled legs for better leverage. Her panting was music to my ears. The small feminine grunts of exertion made my cock swell thicker and harder.
How had this vibrant, beautiful, passionate woman lost touch with this elemental part of her humanity? Not something I’d ever know.
But I had one night to remind her how good it could be. How good she could feel. And along the way, I’d enjoy every minute.
“Can you come for me?” I’d held the question back until the first spasm of her orgasm clamped my dick.
“Yes. Fuck yes.” She rocked back and forth, riding the wave of her climax. I absorbed the symphony of sounds she made as she peaked. And revealed in each pulse of her channel around my throbbing shaft.
“My turn.” I nipped her neck, withdrew from her clasping heat, and rolled to my knees. She lay on her stomach; I traced my hand down her sweat-slicked back. “On your knees. I’ve been thinking about this all evening.”
