“You taste like my new addiction,” he says.
He sucks on my clit just as two fingers enter me so abruptly that it makes me gasp, though there is still a strange care in the way he does it.
He stills and looks up at me, something questioning and wary in his expression.
But I adjust quickly to his fingers, and I need his mouth back on me.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper. “More…please.”
“I do love it when you beg.”
He watches me for a second longer, then lowers his head back to exactly where I need him.
His fingers begin to move slowly. I’m so wet he slides them in and out with ease while his tongue works me at the same time.
“You are so bloody tight,” he grits out.
I feel my pussy clench around his fingers as my hands tighten in his hair.
“I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already so close. Come for me, love,” he grits out, as though it physically pains him.
He bites my clit, and I let go.
The orgasm hits me in wave after wave. I am breathless as he lets me ride it out on his fingers and mouth.
When I finally manage to open my eyes, I release his hair. He looks at me, his mouth slick with my arousal, still watching as he draws his fingers from me, glistening and coated, then brings them to his lips.
It is so erotic that I swear I nearly come again. And I’ve only just done so. But apparently, with this man, once is never enough.
He bends down and claims my mouth in another kiss, his tongue pushing in to stroke mine. The way this man kisses, he may as well be fucking my mouth.
I taste myself on his lips.
All the while, his hands keep exploring my body.
Again.
As though he cannot bear to stop touching me for even a second.
I feel him shift, and the next thing I know, his cock is at my entrance. Without thinking, I start rubbing myself along his length, which feels enormous.
I hadn’t even realised when he took off his boxers, but I don’t complain.
As I keep rubbing myself on him, I genuinely don’t know if it’s going to fit, and I want to say so, but all that leaves me is a moan as his tip enters me.
I feel high.
I am too lost in the sensation, and all I want is more.
“Once I have you fully… you’re mine,” he growls.
“No,” I say, meaning it to sound firm, but it comes out breathless.
His laugh is deep and dark. “Sorry to disappoint, but I only had a small taste, and somehow, despite my better judgement, I’m addicted.”
“This is just a one night stand. Stop making it more than that,” I snap, and his eyes darken to near black.
“Had many of those, have you?” he says as he pushes fully inside me in one single thrust.
