“I’m taking in the sight of your beautiful pussy. Lay back and relax. I’m making it mine.”
I settle back on the mattress and wave a hand toward my lower body. “Go right ahead.”
I don’t think I’ve ever been this playful during sex. It was always about getting our needs met. There was never any dirty talk or banter. I like this. Thank God there are plans to do more. If sex with Hayden is this good, then sign me up for life.
Am I getting ahead of myself? Probably, but I have lust on the brain, and I never want this to end.
Without waiting another moment, his mouth covers me and his tongue flicks over my clit. “Oh God…Oh God…” My back arches off the bed.
He laps me up faster. Circling. Pressing. His lips nibble…suck. Never have I felt this sensitive before. My body jerks with each touch. My hips rock into his mouth.
Digging my fingers into his hair, I moan, “I need more.” And he delivers. He inserts two fingers inside me without breaking his mouth away and keeps working me over.
The oversized t-shirt Hayden gave me now feels like it’s too tight and suffocating me. Ripping it off my body, I toss it on the floor. His mouth and fingers are in sync, giving me sweet torture.
As the pressure builds, I squeeze my eyes shut, holding his head wedged between my thighs. “Hayden…it’s happening…I’m going to…” I pant like I’m running in the New York City Marathon.
He pulls away long enough to say, “Let go, Twinkle Toes. I want you coming in my mouth.” Then he dives back in, working his tongue and fingers harder and faster.
Oh Christ, his words set me off. My legs fall open wider. My hips buck off the mattress. “Yes! Yes!” I scream as wave after wave of ecstasy rips through me. Hayden is right there with me, lapping up my orgasm. Quivering until the last spasm subsides, I fall into a languid heap. After catching my breath, I say, “Wow.”
Hayden lifts his head and licks his lips. “That’s all you’ve got to say?” He grins, knowing perfectly well he just rocked my freaking world.
I boost myself onto my elbows. Not having enough strength to hold myself up, I drop back onto the bed. “I’d say more but right now I can’t think straight. Or move.”
Sliding up onto his side next to me, Hayden leans onto his elbow and rests his head on his fist. With his free hand, he circlesa finger around my nipple. “I’m not done with you. I’ll give you a couple of minutes to recover.”
I don’t need a couple of minutes to recover. With his light touch, my body is awake. I trail my hand down his torso and over his erection tenting his sweatpants. He’s still fully clothed while I’m buck naked. That’s a problem I’ll happily resolve.
As I rub him over his pants, his eyes flutter closed. “You, Mr. Alessi, are wearing too many clothes.” I slide my hand into his pants and clutch my fingers around his hot, throbbing erection.
He hisses as I stroke him. “I want you in the shower. We have unfinished business in there.”
Oh yes, he does. I don’t hesitate when he reaches out his hand for me to take. Getting off the bed, I follow him into the bathroom.
As he strips out of his clothes, I take a moment to appreciate his gorgeous body. His tanned skin, muscles, and corrugated abs make my mouth water. He is gorgeous.
He turns on the water, and the room fills with steam. It will be nice to have a warm shower with him for a change. Stepping inside, we stand under the spray.
Glancing down, I stare at his huge erection standing at attention. I lick my lips. I want him in my mouth. “You’ve had a taste of me. Now it’s my turn to taste you.” I push his back up against the wall and drop to my knees. Looking up at him, I see his eyes are at half-mast and he’s biting his bottom lip. I’m getting wet—and I don’t mean from the shower.
“Fucking hell, Twinkle Toes. I’ll come in a second if you keep looking at me like that,” he groans.
“We wouldn’t want that now, would we?”
“No, we would not. Now fucking get your mouth on me,” he says through gritted teeth.
I love seeing how desperate he is. How much he wants my mouth on him. I’d love to tease him and drag it out, but it’s been a long time for him. It’s cruel to torture him.
With one finger, I trail the length of him until I reach the tip. Swiping off the pre-cum, I lick it off my finger. His heavy breathing vibrates through the shower stall. His body quivers. The tension in his body is so wired. I love that I’m giving this to him. Love that I’m the woman he’s waited for to have this moment with. I ghost my hand over his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze.
Dropping his head back on the ivory-colored tiles, he moans, “You’re killing me.”
I wrap my hand around his cock, open my mouth wide, and take him in.
“Fuck me,” he moans, clutching my hair in his hands as I suck him in deep.
My head bobs up and down, slowly at first. Faster when his hands encourage me to pick up speed. One of his hands stays tangled in my hair and the other hand slaps the tiled wall in front of him like he needs the support.
