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Leaning forward, I seal my lips over his and arch my back as he puts both hands to my breasts. The silk fabric barrier feels like almost nothing, and yet it stimulates friction on my nipples at the same time. I’m so turned on, I can hardly keep my eyes open.
I thought this would go a little slower, but now I don’t know. Now, all I can think about is him sticking his cock inside me as soon as physically possible.
He reaches into his pocket for a condom, and I grab him by the wrist before I even know what I’m doing. “I’m on birth control.”
Ty’s eyes brighten with both excitement and concern, and he digs a hand into the back of my hair to tilt my head back a little. “Are you sure? I just got tested, I’m clean, but I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with. It’s not worth it. We can just use the condom.”
I shake my head. “I want to feel you skin-to-skin.”
Convinced, he abandons the search in his pocket and brings his other hand to the back of my neck too. With control of my head in his hands, he tilts and turns me where he wants me, just right so that he can explore the vastness of my mouth with his tongue. It’s sensual and incredibly intimate in a way that our sex hasn’t felt yet.
I grab ahold of his cock in my hand and rise up higher on my knees to position him perfectly. Once I’ve pushed the head inside, I dispense with any and all caution and sink down completely. The two of us groan, and I lean forward to cover his mouth with my own.
Captured there, our sounds with nowhere to go but mingling with each other, I pull back up and then slide down again, slowly this time. Ty’s moan vibrates in my throat, and I do it again, just to see if I can get the same reaction.
Over and over, he sounds off into my mouth, and I keep my pace steady. In and out with the kind of Kegel squeeze that will get his attention every single time.
His hands find my hips and his fingertips flex into my flesh, but as much as I know he’d like to try to take control of the pace, he doesn’t. He lets me keep the time and rhythm, and he does it without endeavoring to convince me otherwise.
I chase my own orgasm, shifting to find the right angle, the right friction, the right ache. When I do, I don’t stop. I don’t stop to kiss or to talk or to muse over what we’re doing or where we’re doing it. I chase my pleasure with single-minded enthusiasm.
The bonus effect is a dogged, paced deterioration of Ty’s control, one stroke at a time.
I’m not sure when I learned the secret—that going after your own pleasure is just as likely if not more to bring a man to orgasm as catering to them—but I’ve never forgotten it since.
Work for you, ladies, and the man will come. I promise you.
Ty’s shoulders get tighter and tighter under my hands, and he finally has to pull back from my mouth. His whisper is one of desperation. “I’m close, Rach. So fucking close. You’re so fucking incredible I don’t know what to do with myself. Please come.”
It’s not just a suggestion; it’s a plea. He’s holding back—fighting. And if I don’t come soon, it’s going to be a big disappointment for everyone.
I deepen my grind at the base of my strokes and pull back to hold eye contact. I can feel a soft smile as it washes over my face. I’m floating right on the edge of euphoria, and in the land of pleasure, there are no hard lines.
My body feels pliable and languid, the only tension right at the apex of my thighs. It’s hanging, bracing, waiting, and I know with just a few more strokes I’ll be tumbling over the edge.
My eyes start to roll shut and my mouth curves into a full smile as the wave starts—rolling at first and then rushing, rushing, rushing to break at the peak. My head snaps back, and Ty buries his growling groan into my throat. There’s no question, both from the swelling feeling inside me and the clutch of his fingertips, Ty’s come too, in a stream of blinding glory inside me.
Holy sex and books, I can’t believe how good that felt.
For the first time since our encounter started, I remember our surroundings and scan them. It’s largely quiet, but I’ll be honest, a herd of elephants could have come through here while I was in the throes of my orgasm, and I never would have known.
Once my breathing slows and my heart rate returns to normal, I climb off his lap, the sudden loss of his warmth inside me startling me more than I expected. Both of us find each other’s eyes, almost as though he felt the same thing. I don’t stay there in the moment, though. I can’t. It’s too scary, and I kind of have more urgent things to deal with—a la cleaning myself up.
