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That extra speed and pressure, the added pinch of his deft thumbs against my hardened nipples, it was more than enough. My second orgasm of the night had me screaming his name, bucking my hips up into his hungry mouth. My entire body tensed and shook violently with jagged, erratic movements I couldn’t control. It was torture. It was exquisite. And Nate wouldn't stop, releasing my left breast so he could free up his right hand for some devious purpose.
He growled like an animal as he licked me from my still-clenching, soaked entrance all the way back up to my throbbing clit. Then, when he’d settled back at the apex of my thighs with a sensual, slow kiss, his free hand reached up to delve a finger inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I let out on a half-moan, half-sigh. Those long fingers had always fascinated me when I watched him hold a knife at work, and now that one of them was thrusting in and out of my wetness, I knew my fantasies hadn't been unfounded. He knew exactly how to bring my body to its peak, as if he’d studied the art of female pleasure for years. The steady rhythm of his thrusts and the matching flicks of his tongue drove me higher and higher, closer and closer to another orgasm that I thought might finally destroy me. When he added his middle finger for that perfect extra stretch, thrust hard and fast and then hooked his fingers up to hit my G-spot, I cried out again.
It was a harder, faster, more intense climax this time. I saw stars across my vision, and I shook so hard that Nate had to hold me down, keeping me steady against the bed as I half-sobbed with the perfection of it. I thought he’d finally finished eating me, but it was like he couldn’t drag his mouth away from my pussy. A starving man, truly. He stopped a second to clean off his fingers with another hard suck like he’d done so shamelessly at the bar, but then he spread my labia apart with his thumbs and licked me again in long, careful sweeps.
“Nate, please, I want you,” I half-begged, reaching out a hand that had been in his hair, hoping to wrap it around his cock. But he was too far away, and he saw my near-crazed need for him, letting out a breathy chuckle against my overheated flesh.
“Christ, baby. You’re insatiable,” he praised me with a proud grin. He reluctantly pulled his mouth away from my pussy, showing off the glistening wetness of the entire lower half of his face. Jesus, that was sexy. He met my eyes. “I almost came just watching you, and you still want more?”
“Yes,” I cried. I was no longer even human, just a physical manifestation of pure, heady desire. “Please, Nate. Give me your cock.”
“Well, when you ask so nicely,” he mused. He brought himself to his feet, and when I expected him to reach for a condom or to try to position himself at my entrance, instead, he climbed up on the bed. He crouched beside my head, his jutting cock coming close to my face.
Oh, I loved where this was going. It was like Nate was having too much fun playing with me to usher in the end of this with old-fashioned sex, and I wouldn't complain about getting to taste and tease him, too. Eager to get my hands on him, I sat up to grip the base of his shaft with my hand, relishing his thickness. He sighed at the contact, his eyes watching me with clear desire as I started to stroke him.
When I made my way up to the head of him, lightly squeezing his engorged tip, I ran my thumb across his piercing, groaning aloud at how sexy it was. That contact made Nate twitch, too, his lean abdomen jumping and jerking his cock in my grip. I loved the effect I had on him, loved the power of it. Maybe that was why I suddenly needed him in my mouth.
Somehow, Nate got that just from the look I gave him, the way I started to try to adjust, hoping to find the best way to get his dick between my willing lips. His idea was the best one he’d had yet. With gentle hands, Nate encouraged me to lie back down against the bed. Then he adjusted himself, spreading his thighs and leaning forward as he threw a leg over me. He positioned himself above me, his dick in my line of sight and his face near my pussy, preparing to eat me out again while I sucked him off.
I’d never sixty-nined before. There was a little bit of a learning curve, figuring out the comfiest position, how to give ourselves the best angles to go wild with each other’s bodies while navigating our height difference. But we figured it out, and there was nothing uncomfortable in the friendly awkwardness. Soon, Nate’s cock was in perfect sucking range, and he was spreading my still-sopping pussy lips apart to lick me again.
Nate started us off with an open-mouthed kiss, and my nerves sang to life again. This new angle was incredible, the flat of his tongue pressing perfectly against the hood that protected my clit, lessening the intensity and increasing the pleasure of his efforts. I moaned, and seeing his cock twitch in response to my noises reminded me that I had a job to do, too. So, I propped one of my wrists up against his hip bone, reaching for the firm cheek of his ass, which I relished taking a handful of. Then I grabbed him by his erection with my other hand and brought his swollen head to my mouth, sucking it inside.
I felt Nate’s quiet “fuck” more than I heard it, a vulgar, tantalizing vibration against my folds, a jolt of satisfaction that had me clenching internally, looking for something to clamp onto. I sucked him at the tip, letting my tongue fiddle with the piercing, running back and forth across it, loving the way it made him gently thrust further into my mouth. Christ, it must feel amazing, the pressure and caress of that cool metal against such sensitive nerves. Maybe I should think about getting a piercing, too. It was so fun to play with Nate’s, flicking it back and forth with my tongue. I could only imagine if he did the same to me.
Nate sucked my clit hard then, making me yelp with him still filling my mouth, and almost like we were battling to see who could make the other one come first, I intensified my own efforts in response. I sucked him hard back, taking him further into my mouth, almost to the back of my throat. I gagged a little, tears springing up in my eyes, but I relaxed and pushed through, relishing the wet sounds of both of our mouths performing this sinfully sweet ritual. Nate’s hips twitched, thrusting a little deeper as I moved, bobbing, varying the depth with which I took him and picking up speed.
Then he upped the ante. He added two of his fingers to the mix again, plunging them both deep within my slickness for that perfect stretch, thrusting hard and fast. I cried out against his cock, losing all track of my efforts to give him as much pleasure as he’d given me. Then those wicked fingers curled inward to reach my self-destruct button, and they pressed it hard and fast in perfect sync with that ever-flicking tongue.
I almost choked on his cock as I started to come apart again, but with some nearly-inhuman level of self-control, Nate swiftly pulled himself free of my mouth, moving his hips to the side. It freed up my mouth to moan. It was louder, more wanton than I’d ever been, and Nate murmured his pleasure at hearing it without giving up on making me come. He kept licking and kissing me, always so diligent about carrying me through the rise and fall of my orgasm, never leaving me unsatisfied.
And then, just when I thought he’d finally had enough, he kept going. I felt tears streaming down my face from the intensity of it, and I finally pulled his head away, crying out as I still twitched with aftershocks.
“No more,” I gasped, my body practically buzzing. “Please, Nate. Christ, you’ve proven your point—you’re really, really good at giving head.”
He laughed, and he swiftly moved, turning away from my thighs to look at me. Keeping himself from temptation, maybe. I sat up to face him. There was an adorably innocent blush on his cheeks that filled my heart with sunshine. “Sorry, Carly. You just… you taste so fucking good.”
“You, too,” I half-whispered. Then I glanced down and locked eyes with his cock, almost painfully hard and still slick from my mouth, the tip leaking bits of precum. He was so close, and yet he hadn’t let himself finish down my throat, focusing solely on my continued pleasure at the expense of his own. What a man. I met Nate’s eyes again even as my hand snaked up to lightly grip the base of his cock. “What are we going to do about this?”
He hissed as I moved to cup his balls, massaging them gently in my hand. I was still gently, carefully playing with him as he answered, “Nothing, Carly. You might have had enough. We don’t have to do anything else.”
He was so sweet, so sincere, that I almost felt devastated. Did this mean he didn’t want to cross that final line with me? Had he had enough of my body without burying himself in my heat, where his cock belonged? Even after finishing four times in a row, even though my body felt like jelly, I couldn’t stand the idea of our night together being over. I still needed to feel Nate’s pretty, perfect cock driving into me. I had to know what the piercing felt like against my G-spot. Hell, I was dying to have his hot seed dripping down my legs, condom be damned.
“I still want you so bad, Nate,” I whispered. “Even after all of that, I… I want you inside me. Really inside me. Don’t you want me, too?”
Instead of answering me with words, Nate moved to cup my face in his hand and slam his mouth over mine.
I kissed him back with every ounce of need and passion I had, trying to tell him, Please, more, I still need more, I need you. I wrapped my arms around his slim waist and pulled him closer to me, not satisfied until I felt his hardness slot perfectly between my legs. He gently undulated his hips against me, letting his shaft be coated with my wetness but never putting himself at the entrance or pushing inside. That slow, slick friction was so sensual, I almost felt it could be enough, somehow. Just feeling his naked body intertwined with mine, our legs tangling together as he rocked his hips into me and let me taste myself all over his lips and tongue… it was almost the height of perfection.
But almost was never enough. I broke our kiss and pressed my forehead up to Nate’s, looking him dead in the eyes.
“I need you to make love to me, Nate,” I breathed. Slowly, I gripped his hardness again, stopping the rhythm his hips had been trying to maintain. “I think you need it, too.”
He nodded slowly, took a shaky breath, and I guided him to my entrance. Together, my hand still possessively holding him at the base, Nate and I both pushed him into me.
The first moment I was full was always the best. My whole body sighed into the rightness, opened for him like a flower in the sun. Nate took a moment to relish this new feeling. I panted, anticipating what came next. Then he let out a low groan and started to move, and unlike the rest of our night, this was slow and intimate, laced with a sweetness that felt like true love.
