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“Yum.” He drops his head and snakes out his tongue, licking gently as he spreads me open with his fingers.
Some guys just don’t know how to do it. Oral sex can be so disappointing with a man who doesn’t know how.
Cash does not fit that category at all.
He’s firm and sure with his actions, exploring while simultaneously hitting all the points that make me squirm. When he pushes two fingers into me, I nearly cry out with need.
“Oh, fuck, I’m so close,” I whisper. “It’s been…a while.”
“You don’t have to hold back on my account, baby,” he says gruffly. “You’re going to come at least three or four times before we’re done tonight.”
Three or four?
My core tightens in anticipation.
He’s found my clit now, sucking it much more softly than he did my nipples, which is the perfect amount of pressure. With those two fingers curling inside me, I feel everything start to tighten, coil, ready to explode.
“Y-yes!” My voice sounds like someone who’s choking and trying to scream. My hips shoot up and my fingers grab hold of his hair. “Cash!”
My orgasm rockets through me, and I buck against his face, trying to hold him closer and get away all at once. That’s how intense it is. My body shakes and shivers, continuing to pulse around his fingers, and when I finally lift my lids, there’s a smug smirk on his face.
“Hopefully, that was up to your standards,” he says, slowly pulling away.
“Oh, yeah.” I sigh happily.
He pulls away and gets to his feet, pulling off his slacks and then disappearing into the bathroom. I realize my panties are sitting halfway down one thigh, and I shimmy out of them, anxious to have him close again.
When he comes back, he’s holding a handful of foil packets, completely naked, a faint smile touching one side of his mouth.
And naked Cash is even better than I imagined.
Every inch is toned, a little tan, with oblique muscles that make me lick my lips. Later, I want to taste him. Swallow his cock while he shoots down my throat. The fantasy alone makes the space between my legs flood with arousal.
“You have a favorite position?” he asks, rolling on the condom.
“You. Inside me. Right. Fucking. Now.”
Our eyes lock, and he never breaks the gaze as he climbs back on the bed and moves over me. He’s still watching me intently as he settles between my legs and positions himself right where I want him. Thick and hard and ready. Then, with his gaze still penetrating mine, he starts to push in. In no hurry, just a slow, gentle slide that’s as perfect as everything else he’s done tonight.
My vagina stretches to take him, the slow glide as sensual as it is sexual. I’ve never had a man take his time like this while forcing me to look at him as he does it. The expression in his eyes is one I’ll never forget. Like this is the first time or something, even though it most certainly is not. Not for me and not for him. No guy can do what he just did the first time.
“God, that feels good,” I moan.
He doesn’t say anything, just keeps those dark blue eyes locked with mine. My lips part slightly, and the instinct to close my eyes battles against the desire to not break this glorious connection. I know it’s just one night but damn, it somehow feels like more.
“Cash.” His name sounds foreign on my lips, but he understands that I need him. Need to come again.
“Just a little more, baby. I want to enjoy every second of the first time I feel your pretty little pussy take me. You’re so tight and warm—I fucking love it.”
The first time.
Please please please, let there be multiple times of exactly this. Tonight. All night. I don’t even care that I’ll be exhausted tomorrow.
“God damn, baby, you’re good.” He finally closes his eyes and drops his mouth to mine. I slip my arms around him and hug him tighter to me, tilting my hips up to take him even deeper.
We both groan when he starts to move. Slow, steady, with deep measured thrusts that make my eyes roll every time he bottoms out. He’s not small but not huge, so it’s like he was made just for me.
“Harder,” I whisper.
