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Except with Ramón. I wanted to show myself to him. To watch him enjoy my body.
Slipping my fingers between his mouth and my sex, I held both my outer and inner labia open, showing him how my pussy went from soft brown on the outside, to bright pink within. He smiled down at me, then began to lap at my exposed clit before grasping it between his teeth by the base, hard. I gasped, the pain strong enough that I let my pussy go and grabbed his hair instead.
“Ow!”
He began to gently nibble on my clit and I cried out his name as my hips bucked, feeling incredibly empty.
“Please, Ramón, more.”
“Beg me.”
“What?”
“You want more, you tell me what you want and beg me for it.” He returned to tormenting me, holding me still and forcing me to endure his sharp bites and blissfully gentle kisses. “Tell me what you need, Joy, and I’ll give it to you—always. But in my own time. You won’t rush my enjoyment of you. I know it’s hard for you to understand, but I need to do this for you. I need to know I’m makin’ you happy. Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”
“I need your fingers inside of me.”
“Ask nicely.”
“What?” I groaned out as he rimmed the entrance to my body with one thick finger.
“Ask me nicely.”
I wanted to strangle him, but I was so horny I wasn’t above pleading for release. The idea actually turned me on—asking him for pleasure knowing he’d give it to me. Plus, I think he liked it when I gave in to his sensual demands.
“Please, Ramón, will you put two of your fingers inside my pussy and fuck me with them?”
My request lit a fire in his eyes that made my pussy clench. Oh yeah, he liked it when I did what he wanted. I wanted him to be as crazy with lust as I was, to know I wasn’t alone in this bizarre, overwhelming attraction. He consumed me and the strength of my attraction to him was like nothing I’d ever experienced. Electric, amazing, and totally addictive.
Being shy in bed has never been one of my issues. I admit, it’s hard to make me orgasm on the first, second, or even third date. If I didn’t tell men right out the gate what I liked, we’d play a guessing game that usually ended with me sexually frustrated and them sweating like they’d just run a marathon. That also meant I appreciated it when a man was upfront with me with what he liked. I got off on making whoever I was with feel good. I loved my partner having an orgasm almost as much as I liked them myself. I wanted to blow their mind. To be the best they’d ever had.
Things didn’t always work out that way, but I needed Ramón to want me as much as I wanted him. This pull between us was far too strong to resist, and I shuddered as he kissed my inner thigh while whispering something appreciative against my skin. He was saying something about the kind of softness that made him hard. I think he was talking about my more than ample, dimpled thighs, but the man was totally enthralled by my body. That in itself wasn’t unusual. See, a lot of guys have a secret—or not so secret—desire for very curvy girls. If the way he was worshiping my body was any indication, Ramón was one of those men, for sure. He squeezed my thigh with his hard grip, and the heat, the lust coming off him overwhelmed me.
I waited until he looked up at me, his skin so dark against my golden tan, and my hips lifted to his mouth involuntarily as I took in the pure need in his gaze. We were on fire together, and I loved the fact that I could make him burn. I wanted more, wanted to see him lose control, but I had a feeling he never allowed that to happen. Knowing this only made me want to tease him more.
“Ramón…” I made sure to roll the r in his name, turning it into a purr. “I need two of your big fingers inside my pussy, please. I feel so empty, so tight. I need you to stretch me open while you lick my clit and make up to it for being so rough.”
His dark eyebrows rose, and I had about a second to read the pleased shock in his expression before it turned to fierce pleasure. “Anything for my woman.”
Once again, Ramón was perfect.
The slow, scissoring thrust of his fingers, the feeling of his thumb rubbing against my clit with unhurried strokes, tore a moan from me that was shockingly loud.
Ramón laughed, the jerk, but his voice was strained as he said, “You make being good so very, very difficult.”
