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Crooking a finger, she beckoned him forward. ‘It will be my pleasure.’
Game on.
Taking a step forward, James caught her outstretched hand and brought it to his mouth. Starting with her index finger he was going to pleasure the fuck out of Estelle Foxbrooke until she couldn’t remember the amount of times she’d come, let alone her own name. He dragged the tip of her finger over his lower lip and she stared as if mesmerised, her breathing shallow. Before she could anticipate his next move, he lightly bit the end.
A full-body shiver ran through her.
Circling his thumb into her palm, he kissed, nipped and sucked at each of her fingers until her eyes were glassy.
Then, before she could get used to the sensations, he tugged her forward and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist. She grabbed the sides of his face, crushing her mouth to his, and every cell in his body exploded with light. Estelle was the hottest woman he’d ever known, and she was turning him supernova. Sharp shocks of sensation flashed through him, piercing his skin and heading straight for the base of his throbbing cock.
She pushed on his shoulders, breaking the kiss, then tugged her nightdress up and off. James gazed at her full breasts in the half light, then down to the dark thatch of hair between her legs, pressed up against his abs. For a brief moment his mind tripped its circuits and went blank, then desire roared inside him like a wild animal hurling itself at the bars of a cage, raging to be free.
Grabbing her bare backside with one hand, the other buried itself in her luscious hair and pulled her mouth back to his. His tongue clashed with hers, but it wasn’t a fight for dominance, it was for survival against an onslaught of pleasure. James was trying to stay in control, but when Estelle ground her wet pussy against him, he knew he was about to be sexed to death.
A growl rumbled from the base of his throat and he walked them forward to the bed, laying her down, their bodies still pressed together. She was writhing against him, as if desperate to find the perfect friction and angle that would make her come.
Through the chaotic cacophony of lust, the faint tick-tick-tick of the clock counted down the seconds until he had to leave. James didn’t have the luxury of all night, the pleasure of kissing Estelle for hours and building her orgasm incrementally. He had only a short amount of time to leave her breathless and boneless, and it was time to step it up a gear.
At least that was what he told himself. But as he lifted his lips from hers and scooted down the bed, he also felt like a kid heading straight for the dessert table at a buffet, his mouth watering.
‘Wha—oh—aah!’
Holding her legs apart, he covered the whole of her pussy with his mouth, his tongue diving inside her. She was so hot, so swollen, so sweet. His hips unconsciously pistoned into the bed, grinding his cock against the sheets as urgent pleasure shot through him. Growling, he sucked the hard nub of her clit.
‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!’ she cried, the words coming faster as if she was running towards the edge of a cliff.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, clutching the strands as she held him tightly to her. The pain should have been a welcome distraction, but it only amplified the sensations sparking across his skin. His balls drew up, and he forced his hips to stay still, staving off his climax. There was no way he was going to lose it unless her hand, mouth, or pussy was wrapped around his cock.
He thrummed his tongue over her clit, feeling her muscles tightening at the top of every breath. Her words were now incoherent cries, and it was music to his ears. He followed her breathing, slowing the pace of his licks as she exhaled, then speeding up as she gulped in air and held it. He felt like a surfer, riding the swells as they got bigger, waiting for the one to carry him to shore.
Her legs were trembling beneath his hands, the gap between her breaths getting shorter and shorter. Suddenly she stiffened beneath him, gripping his hair as if holding on for dear life. Sucking her clit hard into his mouth, he vibrated the tip of his tongue against the end.
She screamed then convulsed, her body jerking beneath him.
Holding her firmly, he kept up the pace, drawing out every sensation in her body until she collapsed back on the bed, panting.
Releasing her grip on his hair, she smoothed it back down with fluttering fingers, then pulled the nape of his neck as if to encourage him upward.
You think that’s it? He smiled, then dragged his tongue up the length of her. As he flicked it over her clit, she gasped again, her hips twitching. Circling it lazily, he wrote her name, then his, hearing the pattern of her breathing changing, feeling the trembles in her muscles building to shudders as everything inside her drew up for another climax.
Inching his middle finger into her, his cock twitched with jealousy, and his head spun as she tightened around it.
‘More,’ she cried, pushing down until she’d taken it up to the base.
Easing another inside, he curled them, rubbing against the rough front wall.
‘Oh, my god!’
James licked faster, finding the exact speed and pressure that made Estelle cry out, relentlessly pushing her orgasm forward. Each time she clenched around him, heat pulsed through him, down to his needy cock. With his fingers in her, his tongue on her, his consciousness seemed to interweave with hers until her pleasure became his own.
As he felt her reach the point of no return, he pushed his fingers hard against her G spot. Her thighs clamped around his ears, muffling her keening cry as her climax hit. She shook as if rocked by an earthquake and a rush of liquid hit his tongue.
Yes.
Eventually, her thighs relaxed, flopping back to the bed, but she was trembling all the way to her toes. She pulled on his hair and he slowly withdrew his fingers, moving up to lie beside her and pressing soft kisses to her face.
She stared at him. ‘What the fuck just happened?’ she whispered.
