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“No. I asked if you were ready to stop playing around,” he clarified. “I didn’t say I was. I’m enjoying the fuck out of this.”
“You’re a…” I started, getting annoyed. But then two of his fingers slid inside me unexpectedly, pinching just the slightest bit from my dry spell. But his fingers crooked immediately, raking over my G-spot with expert precision. “Fuck,” I hissed, exhaling hard.
“Now I’m done playing around,” he said, voice deep and full of promise.
“About time,” I said, needing to have the last word.
His fingers kept moving over my G-spot as his thumb moved up and started stroking side to side over my clit, making my pussy clench tight as my breathing got more ragged.
Shane’s gaze rose to my face, watching me intently, his eyelids heavy. “You gonna come for me, baby?” he asked, moving his fingers faster as I buried my face in his neck, trying to suck in air through the tightness in my chest. “Tell me.”
“I’m going to come for you,” I told him, feeling the pre-orgasm clenching.
“Good girl,” he said, low, sexy.
And just like that, I came.
My orgasm slammed through me, an intense, deep, rapid pulsation of pleasure that had my voice catching as I cried out his name.
“Oh my God,” I gasped as the orgasm subsided, one strong aftershock shaking my body almost violently as his fingers stopped moving. He kept them inside of me though, just a casual, familiar kind of intimacy I hadn’t expected from him.
“You shaved,” he said a minute later, making me push up and look down at him.
“Ah, yeah,” I said, inwardly cringing that he had ever felt me any other way.
“Shame. It was cool to have something different. Most women wax that shit bare.”
“Including this one,” I said with a small smile, telling him things he already knew seeing as his hand was still in my panties. “That was a fluke.”
His fingers slid out of me, then slowly out of my panties, and finally out of my pants, landing on my thigh and giving it a squeeze as I dropped my hips down and became intimately aware of the fact that he was still as hard as a rock.
He must have seen the realization in my eyes because he shrugged a little. “Don’t worry about…”
“See, I’m not one of those women who gives as good as she gets,” I said, pausing for a bit of dramatic effect. “I give better,” I said with a smile as I slowly slid off his lap, going down on my knees in front of the couch. I looked up as my hands slid up his thighs, taking a certain thrill in the look of desire in his eyes.
I wasn’t one of those women who only gave head begrudgingly. It wasn’t a special events and on my period pity thing. I genuinely enjoyed the power that came from knowing a man you loved, cared about, or just found irresistible was fully at your mercy, that their pleasure was owned by you.
I liked that.
I got off on that in a way.
Besides, why the fuck even bother doing it if you didn’t give it your all, you know? I heard once that enthusiasm over technique made for the best head. It was something I put to test at a very tender age and found incredibly accurate. Over the years, my technique grew to match my enthusiasm so I had no doubts that Shane was about to get the blowjob of a lifetime. And I was more than a little eager to see what kind of reaction I would get from that.
My hands found his button and zip, making short work of them, not even pausing before I reached inside his boxers and freed his cock.
And, see, sometimes what you feel through layers of clothing, yeah, it doesn’t do the real deal justice. This was one of those instances. Shane’s cock, well, suited the rest of his oversized body. I closed my hand around him, maybe a little bit amazed when my fingers didn’t quite meet my thumb. See, I’d had a fairly active sex life and I’d seen a few shapes and sizes and lengths. I’d never had a cock that I couldn’t close my hand around.
Maybe a bit turned on again, thighs clenching together to try to ease that ache, I stroked him to the base with my right hand and held him there, moving inward to trace my tongue over the head. I licked up the bead of precum and lubed up the head for a minute before closing my lips around him. I paused for the barest of seconds before pushing down, taking him fast and deep, choking hard once. I tucked my left thumb into my fist and squeezed hard, an old trick I learned from a girl in high school to suppress the gag reflex, and looked up at him. If there was even a tiny shred of reality to be found in porn, it was that guys liked to look at your face when their cock was down your throat.
