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Glancing over my shoulder, his eyes are open, and he has this look of uncertainty in his stare.
“Please,” I say, my voice a whisper. I can hear the desperation in my tone, and I hate it. But I want him, no—I need him. “Please,” I say again, pressing back against his cock.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice gravely with sleep, and I hope, desire. Nodding, I pull my bottom lip into my mouth, and nibble it gently. “And you're sober, right?”
“Sober as a nun in church.” Taking his hand, I lift it to my lips and run the pads of his fingers across my mouth. His skin is rough, scratching against my lips, but I like it. It sends a tremble through my body. He works with his hands, that’s clear. They’re used, coarse, not soft and smooth. I pop his finger into my mouth and suck gently, running my tongue around his fingertip. As I’d hoped, it makes him think of me sucking something else and he digs his fingers into my hip and grabs my ass back, pulling it more firmly against his erection.
“Take me,” I say, sucking his finger harder. “I need you.”
My tongue swirls across the tip and his eyes light up with small flames. Growling, he moves his face forward, kissing me hard and fierce. With bruising passion his tongue sweeps across my lips, and pushes through, licking and tasting.
Yes! I need this!
Moaning into the kiss, I part my lips wider, licking back. His hand sweeps across the back of my head and he digs his fingers into my scalp. Tearing at my roots, he pulls my head in closer.
Another growl causes his lips to rumble as he bites my bottom lip and plucks it with his teeth. His eyes grow dark, the blue now a shaded pool as he slips his hand down my side and starts to pull my skirt up over my hips.
We never break our kiss, our lips stay sealed, and our eyes frozen on each other. Like a wild beast, he tears my panties down, splitting them at the seam like they're made of paper, and tossing them behind my back as his body continues to rub against mine.
Yes, this is exactly what I need. A man to take control. A man to give me what I want, not take what he needs.
Rolling over to face him, I run my fingers down his chest, tracing each nipple with my fingertips and then down his belly, past his navel until I reach his pants. I’m still in my clothes from last night, but he’s wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants. I slip my hand under the elastic waist band and grab hold of his cock. It’s thick, and when I wrap my hand around it, the tips of my fingers barely touch each other.
He lets out a husky groan as I start to stroke him up and down, swirling my thumb around the sensitive head. His hips jerk forward as I hit the base, forcing his cock deeper into my hand. Bucking slightly, he fucks my hand back, his eyes glazing over with delirious need. With every stroke he pants out a small grunt, and then the precum is dripping from the head. It makes my hands slick and he starts fucking my hand faster.
His hand reaches between my legs, and when he feels how wet I am he moans and claims my mouth again. His fingers slip over me before finally settling on my clit, where he repeats a delicious pattern of figure eights, ever so lightly dancing over the swelling bud. He kisses me gain, pushing my head back onto the pillow, so now I’m on my back and he has better access to my pussy. He puts two fingers inside me, and I swear, my pussy clamps down on them like a vise. I’ve never wanted someone more than I want him right now. His thumb continues to play with my clit, and I’m having a hard time paying attention to his cock in my hand because I can feel an orgasm starting to build. God, it’s been a while.
His lips kiss down my jaw line, flutter back up to my ear, and I feel his hot breath on me when he says, “I want to fuck you.” But he doesn’t move. He just keeps his mouth right there, his hand between my legs. And with every thrust of his fingers in my pussy, and every swirl of his thumb over my slick clit, he keeps murmuring to me. “You’re going to feel so good when I’m deep inside you. You’re so fucking wet and hot. I’m going to take my time. I’m going to make you feel so good. Do you like this?” All I can do is moan, my head moving from side to side on the pillow. Between his deft fingers and his dirty talk, I feel like I’m floating above my body. The arousal coursing through me is making my body hum. I feel like I’m vibrating from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. Fuck, even my teeth are chattering with the buildup.
