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“That’s it.” He slides his tongue around my clit, fluttering it as his fingers dig into my hip, and I let out another shuddering moan. “Moan for me just like that.Fuckyes.”
I couldn’t help it if I tried. His mouth feels incredible, better than anything I ever imagined. His tongue drags over me as expertly as his fingers did earlier, finding every spot that sends sensation after sensation crashing through me, my muscles tightening as I feel that knot of pleasure starting to unfurl in my belly.
I’ve made myself come before with my fingers, even with a small vibrator that I bought at a toy shop out with Claire and hid in a drawer, but it’s never been as good as this. I feel like I’m coming out of my skin, like my body can’t contain all the pleasure coursing through it as David’s mouth tightens around my clit, licking, sucking, his fingers stroking through my folds as he focuses all his effort on making me come. A stream of sounds spill from my lips, moans and high-pitched whimpers, and when I feel the pleasure crest, my entire body arching as his tongue flicks over that one perfect spot once more, I think I’m going to die from how fucking good it feels.
His fingers slide into me the moment I start to come, and I cry out from the surprise of the sudden intrusion. The sharp pain that follows—but it’s indistinguishable from the cries of pleasure, and David doesn’t stop or falter. He keeps going, his tongue fluttering over my clit in that perfect rhythm as I come hard on his face, and for a moment, I think I might black out from the sheer intensity of it.
When he pulls back, a shudder of pleasure goes through me at the sight of him, his lips reddened, his mouth and chin glistening with my arousal. His cock is pressed against his belly, and as he leans over me, one hand brushing my hair away from my face as he bends to kiss me again, I can feel the desire tightening every inch of him.
He nudges my thighs wider with his knee, and I wrap my legs around his, urging him closer. My heart is beating quick and fast, my pulse fluttering in my throat, and I’m nervous—but I also want this. IknowI want it, and when I feel his hips arch forward, his cock nudging against my entrance, I tilt my chin up to kiss him again.
I can taste myself on his lips, an echo of his fingers in my mouth earlier, and it sends a flood of arousal through me. I’m drenched, and I can feel the tip of his cock slipping between my folds, sending another eager quiver through me.
He doesn’t ask if I’m ready for him—but why would he? He doesn’t know this is the first time that I’ve felt any of this, which is exactly how I want it. There’s no hesitation, no questions, nothing but him pushing inside of me as he kisses me again. His swollen, thick tip pierces me as a shock of pain washes through me —but it’s swallowed up in all the other feelings. His mouth on mine, the heated weight of his muscled body, his hands sliding over me as he thrusts. I feel his groan against my lips as I gasp, my body jerking at the sudden intrusion. Heistoo big, just a little, and I feel as if he’s splitting me open.
“Oh!” I cry out, shuddering, and David goes still.
“Fuck.” He hisses the word through his teeth, shuddering with pleasure as his hips roll against me of their own accord. “God, you’re so fucking tight. Is it too much?”
I can hear how much he wants me to say no, how desperately difficult it is in this moment for him not to keep going. I sink my teeth into my lower lip, trying to breathe.
“Just give me—” I feel him twitch and throb inside of me, the strange feeling of being touched from the inside,filledso thoroughly, chasing away the pain. “I’m fine,” I breathe, tilting my chin up. “You’re just—”
“I know.” He chuckles softly, kissing me again. His hips start to move, long, slow thrusts that burn and feel incredible all at once, and with every movement, the pain is chased further away by the growing, building pleasure. His hand slips between us, his fingers finding my clit again with that same quick expertise, and I moan as he starts to rub me there in soft, quick circles that push me toward the edge again.
He thrusts again, groaning, and then stops. “Fuck—I forgot—”
I see his jaw tighten as he pulls out, his cock stiff and throbbing, glistening with my arousal. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, his muscled body tense with interrupted pleasure, the sheer sexuality of it making me tremble with need as I reach for him again. “Why—”
“Hang on.” He leans over, rifling in the pocket of his discarded pants, and I see him pull out a foil-wrapped packet. “Shit, I got so into it I almost forgot this. I nearly came in you without one.”
That shouldn’t turn me on, but it does. I have a moment’s disappointment that he stopped, followed by a flood of arousal at the idea that I managed to turn this man on so much that he threw caution to the wind to be inside of me—followed by the sobering realization that it’s a good thing David remembered.I don’t want a souvenir from tonight, I think darkly as he rolls the condom down his stiff length with a groan, his hand tightening reflexively around himself before he leans down again, pressing himself into me.
It doesn’t feel as good with the condom—a little strange—but still better than anything I’ve ever felt before. He picks up as if we never stopped, his mouth trailing a hot line down my throat as his fingers find my clit again, matching the rhythm of his thrusts as I gasp, my head falling back into the pillows. I thought him stopping would mean I’d lose my second orgasm, but his fingers quickly bring me back to the brink, my body tightening under his as I feel his hips quiver and jerk against mine.
“I’m close,” he murmurs against my skin. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good—come for me, Amalie. One more time, come for me—”
My body obeys as if he flipped a switch, the climax tensing every muscle in my body as it jolts through me, my lips parting on a high-pitched cry of pleasure as I clench and ripple around him. I hear him groan, feel him thrust into me once more, and then the sharp buck of his hips as he swells and hardens in me. I want tofeelhim come, feel that hot rush inside of me that I’ve imagined, but this is nearly as good—his hand clutching the pillow next to my head as he shudders above me, kissing me once more as he comes.
“Fuck,” he breathes as he slips out of me, pinching the condom as he slides it off. He’s still mostly hard, and I have a moment’s desire to have him inside of me again as he gets up, walking to the bathroom with a slight hitch in his step that makes me flush with pleasure.
I made him feel like that—a little weak in the legs.There’s an odd sense of pride at seeing how good it was for him, too, and I watch as he comes back to bed, enjoying the sight of his naked, muscled body, the inky tattoos patterning his skin. I wonder if he’ll want to go again, and a tingle of anticipation flutters through me.
“Was that good for you?” He asks it teasingly as he lays down next to me, still gorgeously naked. I would have thought I’d be more shy about being naked like this in front of someone afterward, that I’d want to cover up, but I don’t feel bothered by it. I like the way he’s looking at me, his gaze lazily sliding over me as if still enjoying the view, even now that we’re done.
“God, yes,” I breathe, laughing a little. “It was incredible.”
“Good.” His hand smooths over my hip, stroking down my thigh, and I can’t repress the shiver that flutters over my skin. I wonder if he’ll want to do this again, if he might be my Ibiza fling—and if that’s what I want, or if I want to explore my options. It’s hard to think of wanting anyone else—the idea of going to bed with someone like Brad after this sounds less than appealing. I have a feeling that David has set the bar high for anyone who comes after him.
Not that there’ll be that many.Once I go home, everything will go back to normal. The next man in my bed after that will be whoever my mother manages to convince to marry me, and any excitement I might have hoped for will vanish.
“How long are you staying for?” His fingers are still idly tracing a pattern on my hip, his cock half-hard against my thigh, and I see it twitch lazily as his gaze drifts down the length of my body. My heart flutters a little in my chest at the question—I want him to want me again, I realize. I want this to not be the last time.
“A week.” My voice is breathier than I’d like it to be, giving away more than I’d like of how this makes me feel. “It’s spring break for Claire and me and our—group of friends.”
“Mm.” His hand slides up my waist, and for a moment, I think he’s going to slide it higher, initiate a second round, but instead, he gets up and goes to the minibar across the room, giving me a fantastic view of his muscled ass from behind. “I’m still a bit jet-lagged, to be honest, even after being here a few days.” He opens a small bottle of gin, pouring it into a glass with tonic, and I have the sudden feeling that he wants me to go.
David turns back towards me with the glass in hand, and it’s obvious to me that he’s not offering me one. “How long are you staying?” I ask tentatively, and he shrugs.
