Always that handsome, handsome face.
“I know what you like,” he rasped. “I know that one finger is good, two are better, but three is what sends you to the moon. Get ready to fly, baby.”
He slid one finger inside her, gently thrusting while he licked and flicked her clit with his talented tongue. Two fingers had a new wave of juices flooding her core.
“You taste good,” he said before returning to feast on her.
In and out he thrust. Again and again, sending her higher and higher until her eyes fluttered closed.
When he added the third finger, he widened her spread legs with his broad shoulders. Now, completely open to him, she was gyrating hard on the bed. Her moans turned guttural, the orgasm starting deep inside her. And then…
Ecstasy.
Crying out, she pushed her pussy into his mouth, and shook through the extended climax.
Boneless, she just lay there. No words, no thought. Just peace.
He wiped his mouth on the sheet, inched his way toward her, dropping more kisses on her heated skin until their lips connected. And he slayed her with another torrid kiss.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, his hard shaft pushing against her abs. She could walk, leave him with blueballs. Let him finish the job himself, but that wasn’t a part of her plan.
She slowed their kiss until it ended. Had they been in a relationship, she would have kissed him again and again. Then, she would have told him how talented he was.
That’s not happening.
“Time to fuck,” was all she said.
