Page 43 of Wine & Dine

“More,” Garrett murmurs into the juncture of my neck and shoulder. I continue to drag his palm under the nightgown, over my belly, and up to a breast. Collectively, we cover one, and I force his hand to squeeze. Garrett rolls his hips, so his firm length presses into me.

I moan.

“Dolores,” he whispers. I don’t respond as I force his hand to cover the whole achy globe. I squeeze, and Garrett takes over. “Like this?”

His palm cups me, massaging and tugging, forcing my nipple to nub to the point of pain. He tweaks it between his forefinger and thumb, and a pleasurable jolt shoots directly down the center of my belly. My spine curves and my backside rubs against the solid ridge nudging at my crack.

He is so much better than what I had in my imagination.

“What else did I do?”

His mouth, I think, but then he interrupts my thought with, “Show me.” Following his command, I cover his hand once again and drag it down my abs and into my underwear. Over the mound. Between my thighs.

“Sweet Jesus,” he mutters as I guide a finger to slide through my slippery folds. Garrett’s thigh lifts, forcing my leg to shift over his hip. He’s opening me to his exploration, and once again, he takes over. His fingers stroke, and then they delve. One enters me, and the thrill sends another jolt up my center. It triggers my hips to rock back, searching for more friction against his erection.

“Garrett,” I whisper, my voice hoarse and wanton.

“What else did I do, sweetheart?” Does he honestly want me to tell him? His mouth comes to mind again, but when I take too long to answer, he stops.

I swallow back a protesting groan. Denying myself will not happen. I need this too much.

“You make me come,” I say, surprised at the rasp to my voice. Garrett’s fingers return to their exploration, diving deeper as he adds a second one. I’ve lost my mind and body. My hips take over, undulating with the pace he’s set, pressing against his dick at my ass.

I want it. I want this. I want him.

Then I crack. I erupt over his fingers, my knees coming together to hold his leg between mine. His thigh lifts, keeping his hand in place, his fingers buried inside me as I ride out an orgasm which brings stars. My heart races, and I squeeze one of my breasts.

“Was that it?” he whispers, encouraging me to tell him more.

I shake my head. This is enough, I think, but it isn’t.

“Tell me,” he demands as my leg relaxes over his, and his fingers fall free. A trickle of my release floods my thighs.

“Your mouth,” I whine. Garrett wastes no time rolling me to my back. He pushes my nightgown up to my breasts, and I lift my arms. He slips the material over my head and peers down at my almost naked body.

“Stunning,” he mutters as a hand reaches for a swollen globe. He massages one while the other is met with his mouth, hot and wet. He licks and laves, sucking the entire weight into the cavern of his cheeks. His teeth nip at the peaked nub. I whimper at the sharp bite but fall back as he moves to my other breast. This is what I imagined. This is what I hoped it would be like.

His open palm skates down my stomach as he continues suckling my breast, but when his fingers connect with the waistband of my underwear, he draws his mouth back. His head lifts so he can look at me.

“What else?” he questions in command. He wants more.

“Your mouth. Lower.” A slow smile curls his lip, and he places open-mouthed kisses down my belly until he reaches my underwear. Removing the material by slipping it down my thighs until I kick it free, he massages up my legs until a finger spreads me once again.

“So wet,” he says, staring down at me.

“For you,” I add, and he dives again. His head separates my thighs as his mouth sucks my clit. I bow off the bed, but he holds my hips down. I thrash on the pillow as his tongue spreads me and then begins a rapid pulsing motion, entering me with a force I’ve not experienced before. His tongue is thick. This I know from kissing him, but he’s literally making out with my lower lips, sucking and savoring, tugging and torturing until I break again.

My hands cover his head, holding him in place as another orgasm rips through me. My head comes off the pillow, and I whimper his name on repeat.

Eventually, he curls up on his knees, bracing my thighs over his. The lower half of my body rests on him. Taking his dick in hand, he drags himself through my soaked folds, coating his tip.

“Please tell me there’s more.”

I hadn’t truly gotten this far in my fantasy. Once the images of him licking me brought me to release, I didn’t dare to envision more while I stole the moments in his bed.

Garrett grips my hips, and with a quick roll, he flips us so I’m over him, straddling the hard length under my center.

“Ride me,” he says, and I’m triggered. For the briefest of moments, Rusty enters my head. Drunk. Lazy. Telling me to ride him so he doesn’t have to put forth any effort.