“Holt,” I whisper against his lips as he strokes his fingers through my slick folds.
Shyly, I reach for the button on his jeans, my fingers fumbling as I try to release the button. His cock strains behind his pants, already peeking out over the top of his jeans, and itjerks every time my hand passes across the tip. I was surprised to find him going commando.
Once I have the waist of his jeans tugged open fully, his erection falls forward, seeking out my pussy.
Tentatively, I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft. My soft palm against the sensitive skin triggers a growl from deep in his chest.
My movements start slow and erratic. Holt removes his hand from between my legs, which elicits a moan of disapproval. He wraps his hand around mine and shows me how he likes to be stroked – base to tip with my thumb stroking across the head and coating his erection in the pre-cum.
He strokes along with me five times, and thankfully, I’m a quick learner because I eagerly continue the movements on my own while he returns to touching my sex. He slides his fingers through my heat, coating his hand in my warmth, and then he slides two fingers inside my sex before removing them quickly and repeating the motion. It takes me a second, just a moment, to focus on my own pleasure before I realize that he’s mimicking the strokes on his cock as he thrusts his fingers in my body.
This revelation encourages me to quicken the pace.
“Lark,” he groans as he drops his forehead against mine. “That feels too good, sweetheart. I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”
“Don’t you want to come?” I ask, but his focus is still between our bodies as my hand slowly slides up and down his angry red cock.
“I do, but not like this. I want to be inside you.”
He presses the heel of his hand against my clit, and all of my movements stop as my body trembles beneath him. My release is quick, surprising both of us as I grip the sheet beneathme and the base of his cock as I ride it out against his hand. My eyes flutter closed as I take in every sensation, and my lips pucker before morphing into a subtle grin.
Before I’m completely free from my release, Holt escapes the confines of his jeans. He reaches into his nightstand and grabs a stack of condoms. I’m not sure we’ll use all of them, but I’m glad he’d rather be prepared because I most certainly wouldn’t mind spending the night with Holt between my legs.
Hovering over me once more, Holt slants his body over mine and reaches behind my sated body to release the clasp of my bra. It snaps free expertly after his first attempt and pulls the straps down my arms.
“You’re sexy as hell when you come, Lark,” he tells me as he tilts his head forward and kisses a path from my shoulder down to the peak of my breast.
Using one of his arms to hold himself up, he tastes my skin, circling my nipple with his tongue, and uses his other hand to slide the nipple of my other breast between his fingers. My hand, which had so expertly stroked his cock, now gently trails up and down his forearm. The movement is unhurried as I take in the pleasure of him tasting me, but it sends waves of desire straight to sex as if it is a direct wavelength.
“Can I make you come like this, sweet girl? Just with my mouth on your breast?”
Holt peeks up at me as he switches his mouth to my other breast, giving it equal opportunity between his lips, and I nod just as my fingers tighten around his arm, my movements halting. I’m close again, the precipice just out of my reach as I rock my hips against his thigh. Holt brings it closer, giving me the source of friction I need, and it’s beyond erotic to feel my wetness coating his leg as I seek my release.
“Holt,” I whisper as my short nails dig into his arm.
This time, as I orgasm from his touch, he takes a moment to sit back onto his knees and slides one of the condoms on his shaft, the head pulsating beneath his touch as he slides the latex down.
Holt doesn’t slide right home. Instead, he rests above me, waiting for me to give him the cue that I’m ready. My breathing slows as I come back to myself, and he waits patiently for me to give him the go-ahead. I know he’d stop if I told him I was finished for the night, but I want nothing more than to feel him pulsate inside me.
Using his fingers, he strokes against my slit, waiting for me to respond, and luckily, he doesn’t have to wait long.
“I want more, Holt,” I speak softly as I lick my lips, my eyes taking him.
“I’ll go slow, baby,” he says, moving his body on top of mine, his cock nudging at my entrance. He knows I don’t have much experience, so Holt goes slow.
He pulls back after just the tip makes its way inside, then repeats the motion, a little bit more with every pass. By the time he makes it halfway, I'm incredibly full, tiny waves cresting through my channel..
“Lark, look at me,” he requests as he gazes down, my eyes popping open immediately. “I want to see you. How does it feel?”
“Incredible.”
He eases out of me again before plunging inside about three-quarters of the way this time.
“I want all of it, Holt. I want all of you.”
With a final thrust, he plunges deep inside, my body fighting at first, my face scrunching up at the intrusion, but then the walls of my sex relax and grip him firmly,
He doesn’t move his hips. Instead, he lets my body adjust to him as he takes both of my hands and holds them above my head. Leaning forward, he kisses my slick lips, our tongues dueling as he waits for a sign that I’m ready. My hips move upward just a smidge, the tiniest hint that I want more.
