Page 101 of Sexting His Assistant

I curl them inside her and keep my mouth on her clit. Her body reacts immediately. Her hips lift into my face, her thighs tremble, and her hand comes back to my hair. This time I let her pull as hard as she wants.

I work her with my tongue and fingers until she stops trying to control the sounds she makes. She is all gasps and soft moans, her body moving against my mouth, chasing pressure. I suck her clit harder, then flick it with my tongue while my fingers stroke inside her.

Her legs begin to shake.

I keep the same pace.

She comes with her back arched, her pussy clenching around my fingers, my name breaking out of her like she cannot stop it. I keep my mouth on her through it until she pushes weakly at my head, too sensitive to take more.

I pull away and look at her.

She’s flushed, naked, breathing hard, eyes unfocused.

I get off the bed and open my trousers. She watches every movement. When I push them down and take myself in my hand, her eyes drop to my cock and stay there.

She sits up and reaches for me.

I let her touch me for a few seconds. Her hand wraps around my cock, warm and cautious at first, then firmer when she sees my reaction. My jaw tightens. I put one hand on the wall beside the bed.

She looks up at me. “You like that.”

“Yes.”

Her thumb moves over the head, spreading the wetness there.

I catch her wrist. “Enough.”

She looks pleased with herself. “Already?”

“You want to be clever, or do you want me inside you?”

Her smile fades.

I reach for my wallet, take out a condom, and put it on. It’s clumsy with one hand, and she helps me without making a joke, which tells me she understands how close I am to losing control.

I push her back onto the bed and settle between her legs.

The first press of my cock against her makes her breath catch.

I look at her face. “Tell me.”

She understands. “I want you.”

I push inside her slowly.

She’s tight, wet, and hot, and the feel of her around me nearly ends me before I have fully entered her. I stop halfway, breathing hard through my nose.

Her nails dig into my sides. “Don’t stop.”

I push in the rest of the way.

She feels so good. Her legs wrap around my hips, pulling me closer, and I have to brace my good arm beside her head.

Then I start moving.

Slow at first, deep enough to make her gasp each time. Her hands slide over my back, careful around my shoulder, then grip my waist when I increase the pace. I kiss her while I fuck her, swallowing every sound she makes. Her mouth is soft and greedy under mine, and she keeps chasing the kiss even when she can barely breathe.

I shift my hips and hit deeper.