“I… I don’t know. I’m not sure. I think so? Maybe?”
Christ. This is tragic. If whoever she’d been with wasn’t a selfish prick she’d have both come, and known she’d come.
“I don’t care how long it takes. I don’t want you ever to fake it with me, okay? And my goal is to make it so you never offer to finish yourself off again. Pull your pants down for me.”
I don’t want to stop touching her clit to undress her if I can help it. Her skin is flushed, her breathing short and rapid, and her whole body reacts when I’m touching her. She shifts her weight from side to side as she picks her hips off the bed and shucks her pants down her thighs.
I squeeze her clit between my finger and thumb, and her body ripples next to me so I do it again.
“Take off your sweater. I don’t want you getting too warm.” And I want access to her skin without getting tangled in fabric.
She does as she’s told, revealing a purpley-red lace bra that matches her sweater. I kiss a damp trail down her body, and when I get far enough down, I grab her leggings and panties, tug them off her feet and drop them over the edge of the bed.
My mouth goes dry, and my already painfully hard erection strains against the seam of my pants. I tear off my own sweater and shirt. I don’t want to be fully clothed while she’s spread out so beautifully underneath me. But I leave my pants on because I don’t want her to think I’m presuming we’re going straight to home base.
She gasps when I move into position between her thighs. “You don’t have to do that, Justin.” Her fingers are curled into my hair and she’s pulling the strands so hard there’s a bite of pain shooting across my scalp. I kind of love it.
“Do you like oral?”
She nods.
It’s game on. I’m not letting her demons get the better of her. The second my tongue hits her clit she bucks her hips into my face. I hum against her, relishing the salty sweet taste of her in my mouth. I spread her thighs apart farther and finger her entrance.
Tongue lapping against her clit, I pump my fingers in and out of her, curving to reach the soft, sensitive spot against her wall, and I’m trying to hump the damn bed for some relief of my own. I don’t care anymore if I blow my load in my pants.
Everything about her is goddamned delicious. Her body responds to me in ways I could only dream of, and I never want to stop touching her, licking her,feelingher.
Her fingers tighten in my hair again, and she locks her thighs around my head, bucking against my mouth with her pussy dripping and my name on her lips.
I could stay here all night, drink every single drop of arousal she has for me, and push her buttons repeatedly until I make her fall apart over and over on my tongue.
She seems to have forgotten her hesitation to oral because she’s now riding my face, both hands tangled in my hair, and her hips jerking back and forward as she moves. She’s chasing her orgasm, her walls occasionally flickering around my fingers, and her ass cheeks and thigh muscles clench and loosen every couple of seconds.
She’s close, and while sometimes I might be happy for her to do the chasing, this time I’m not. This time I want her O to crash into her and pull her into ecstasy.
I sweep my tongue around her swelling clit. Her walls pulse around my fingers as I pump harder against her g-spot, and my free hand slides up the length of her body, grabbing at the cups of her bra to free her tits.
Her pebbled nipple meets my fingers, and I brush my hand back and forth, enjoying the whispered sounds of her breathing out my name. “Don’t stop,” she chants over and over. “Please, Justin. Please don’t stop.”
I want to reassure her that I won’t stop, I’ll never stop unless she wants me to. But instead of breaking off my pursuit to make her body explode so that I can tell her, I lap at her pussy harder. Actions speak louder than words. My jaw is starting to ache, she’s definitely harder to make come than other women I’ve been with, but that just makes me even more determined to push through and bring her over the edge.
“I’m s-s-sorry, I know…it’s…hard. It’s…taking…too long.” This woman needs to get out of her own head. She needs to stop thinking she’s a burden, or that having the honor of eating her out like this is some kind of hardship for me.
I’m not giving up. I’m going to make her come on my face, and when she does, if she lets me, I’m going to make her come on my fucking dick as well. I’m going to make her come until she realizes that she’s not defective, or broken, that some people just take longer than others to come.
I’m going to fuck her until she realizes that the heroes and heroines in romance novels are created to appeal to the masses, but everyone is different. And that’s not a bad thing. There are definitely worse things than being trapped between her tense thighs with her delicious pussy braced against my face.
I add another finger, now using three to press against her wall. My face is soaked, her juices trickling down my chin and throat, and she’s still humping my face like her life depends on it. And by extension, my life suddenly depends on making this woman come for me, too.
CHAPTER19
Savannah
Ascream tears from my chest as my body convulses, every muscle twitching and spasming as I come. I’m pretty sure Justin is drowning in my pussy, but right now that’s his problem, I’m too busy trying to keep my body from floating away into the sky.
Another orgasm crashes into me as he flexes his hand against my inner wall. Or maybe it’s the same one, just lasting forever. I’d be totally okay if it never stopped. Vibrations threaten to pull me apart as I crest the wave. Every inch of my body is covered with a sticky film of sweat, and the guilt I felt at taking so long to come for him has been replaced by a feral need for him to do it again.
And again.
