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It’s raining hard now, pounding on the skylight windows, and filling the room with a silvery light. We left the heat pump on though, and the room is pleasantly warm, so I don’t feel guilty when I start unbuttoning her jeans and help her remove them.
“Ooohhh…” I slide my hands around to her butt as I discover she’s wearing some kind of silky bodysuit. “Another treat.”
“Just for you.” She smiles and takes off her tee, and I see then that it’s made of silky black material to just beneath the bust, and the top part is stretchy lace.
“Wow.” I cup her breasts and brush my thumbs over her nipples. They’re soft at the moment, but as I tease them, they tighten to little buttons, and she tips back her head and sighs.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, lowering my lips to hers. She lifts her arms around my neck, and we kiss as I continue to walk her backward to the bed.
She bumps into the post, but instead of moving her to the mattress, I drop to my knees in front of her. She slides her hands into my hair as I study the way the silky material has stretched across her tummy, and I trace the two strips of lace that direct me down between her thighs.
I lift one of her legs over my shoulder, pull aside the stretchy fabric, and kiss her soft mound. Smiling, I kiss down, then slide my tongue into her folds.
She gives a long moan, tilting her hips up, and I sigh and slip my fingers down so I can tease her entrance while I swirl my tongue over her clit. She’s already a little swollen, and it’s not long before I slide my fingers inside her and withdraw them coated in her sweet, salty nectar. I suck it from my fingers, and she groans.
“You’re so filthy,” she tells me. “Naughty boy.”
“I told you, you taste good,” I murmur, licking as far inside her as I can.
“Oh God, Damon…”
I move my fingers inside her and set up a slow rhythm while I continue to arouse her with my tongue. I don’t care how long it takes her to come—I’d do this for hours if I had to. But it’s literally only about five minutes before her breathing turns erratic, and she begins to tremble.
I fasten my mouth on her clit and suck gently, and she clenches my hair as she says, “Oh jeez…”
I continue to suck, the fingers of my other hand tightening on her bottom as I sense her orgasm approaching. She says, “Oh, oh, oh,” her body tenses, and then she clamps around my fingers with a squeal, threatening to pull my hair out by the roots where she’s gripping it. I don’t care though, because I feel a flood of oxytocin or dopamine or whatever chemical it is that makes a man feel good when he makes his girl come, loving the way she shudders and cries out my name.
When she’s done, her knees give way, and I rise to catch her, laughing as I transport her onto the bed.
I roll, bringing her on top of me, and she looks down at me with eyes full of an emotion I can’t quite decipher—affection? Tenderness? I love the way she looks at me.
I kiss her for a long time, moving to the side so I can stroke her at the same time. I sigh as I slide my fingers down into her, enjoying the feel of her moist, swollen skin, and I arouse her until she’s sighing against my lips again, and squirming beneath my touch.
In the past, I’d have felt the need to make her come again, and maybe a third time before I felt I finally deserved my own climax, but she lowers a hand to stroke me, smiling up at me with no pressure and no expectations, and suddenly all I want to do is make love to her.
I catch myself mid-thought. Make love to her? Not have sex with her? Not fuck her?
Well, shit. I might need to think about that later.
For now, though, I rise, roll on a condom, and slide into her in one smooth thrust. We both exclaim. It’s like sliding into hot, wet velvet.
“Jesus,” I say, “you feel fantastic.”
“I can feel you all the way up,” she whispers.
I pull almost out, then thrust all the way in again. “Your body drives me crazy,” I tell her as I kiss her, our tongues tangling.
“Likewise,” she says. “Just look at you. You’re magnificent.” She runs her hands up my biceps and over my shoulders, admiration in her eyes.
It’s a nice thing to say, and I admit I glow a little as I begin to move with purpose. I don’t want to rush this—I want to drive us both to the edge and leave us teetering there, dangling by our fingertips, our hearts racing, as long as I can.
So just as her breathing grows ragged, or I feel pleasure building deep inside me, I switch position, the break giving enough of a pause to halt any climax in its tracks. We try a couple we haven’t tried before, including lying side by side, and something she calls ‘the chairman’ she’s read about, which involves me sitting on the edge of the bed and her on my lap, facing away, her legs drawn up and feet resting either side of me. We both like that one, her because she says she likes me being able to put my arms around her, and me because it allows for deeper penetration, as well as the fact that I can arouse her with my fingers while I’m inside her.
This time I don’t stop as she begins to tremble, and I manage to hold on just long enough to enjoy her orgasm before my own climax sweeps over me. I fasten my mouth on where her neck meets her shoulder and suck as I come, fighting the urge to sink my teeth into her like some kind of feral dog. Time and again I pulse inside her, and she groans, shuddering.
Eventually it releases me, and I lift her off me, and we both collapse back on the bed.
“You’ll be the death of me,” I tell her. “Your pelvic floor is incredibly strong. I’m sure you’re going to squeeze me to death.”
