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Don’t, please don’t.
“Don’t what, Quincy?” He asked right in my ear. His warm breath on my sensitive skin undoing me further.
Did I say that out loud?
“Baby?” His hands fisted in my hair as he turned my face to the side. His eyes locking on mine. “Don’t what?”
“Stop. Don’t stop.” I just about managed to say it, the feel of his erection pressing at my pussy making it almost impossible to get the right words out. “Please. Please Ja-aaah…” He thrust deep in one long thrust. His teeth sinking into the fleshy dip of my neck.
The lick of pain as he bottomed out inside of me fizzing into a pleasurable current. He pulled all the way out and thrust back into me even harder and deeper.
Shit. How is that even fucking possible?
He repeated his thrust again and again each time getting deeper. Each burst of pain becoming more pleasurable until I could feel myself tighten around him. The heat rising from my core to all my limbs.
I could feel the buzz seeping in and the rolling heat pulling me off the edge I was teetering on right before he pulled out. His body lifting from mine as the air surrounding us hit my skin like a cold front.
I wanted to look up and see why he’d stopped, but I couldn’t physically move. My deprived orgasm still buzzing and meddling with my sensibilities. My limbs heavy with anticipation as his hands trailed up my thighs to my bum and toward my arsehole.
Shit! No. No…no…
“Relax, baby.”
Relax?
His thumb dipped into my pussy and then trailed to my clit. His hums of appreciation pushing me to the edge again before he traced his way back taking my arousal with him.
“Jamie.”
His breath was shaky and frantic. His touch was heavy and uncontained. “Too much?”
Was it?
Too much?
Yes.
Maybe.
No. No.
My body was aching and begging for more, even as it clenched at the intrusion.
I couldn’t think coherently of the right words to string together to form the right sentence. All I could do was shake my head. I’d never let anyone go that far, but the thought of letting him take me there…that far, coupled with the way his touch felt was doing unspeakable things to me. In unspeakable ways. And I wanted it, I wanted more of whatever he wanted to give me. I wanted more of what he wanted to do to me.
“Do you want this?” His tone was measured and careful even though I could tell he was barely holding himself together.
“Yes.”
He ran his thumb back down, through my folds, going straight to my clit. He worked in slow and decadent circles until my pussy was clenching and begging for him to fill me. As if on demand he pushed back into me in measured and shallow pumps. His thumb spreading my juices higher and higher.
Fuck, that’s different.
His thumb circled gently. Occasionally pressing.
Why was I so focused on feeling the bite and sting? Was that even normal?
His other hand inched its way to my front. His fingers rolling and circling my clit as his palm pressed into the base of my belly.
