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“That’s what you taste like,” he says after he breaks the kiss, his molten gaze making me shudder.
I’m probably going to hell for enjoying this so much, but it’s too late for regrets now. And when he resumes his position between my legs, diving in once more to eat at me hungrily, I’m all in. Grinding against his face, reaching for that orgasm that hangs just out of reach. Desperate to come. I lift my hips, my feet flat on the mattress so I have better leverage. He slips a hand beneath me, clutching one ass cheek to him as he continues his assault with his tongue and fingers, his lips and tongue working a delicious rhythm.
It slams into me out of nowhere. Everything stills. My breath. My heart. My entire body. Just before I fall completely apart, a shaking, gasping mess as the orgasm sweeps over me. He holds me to him, never letting up, his mouth a form of exquisite torture as he draws out the climax as long as possible. Until I’m pushing him away, my body too sensitive, my pussy literally throbbing from all of his devoted attention.
“Holy shit,” he says after he slides up the mattress to pull me into his arms. He holds me close, his hands running up and down my back as I press my face to his chest, trying to calm my agitated heart. “You came hard.”
It’s all because of him. All of my feelings, my emotions that have been wrapped up in him for all these years just came flowing out of me. It was amazing. Almost scary.
I want to do it again.
Twenty-Seven
Jackson
She’s so damn beautiful, lying in the middle of my bed, completely naked and so open. Watching her come was a sight to see. One I want to witness on repeat.
But my body is aching. My cock fucking throbbing, eager to get inside her. I’ve been ready to fuck since the performance. Even after the disappointing meeting with the record label, I was able to put that all out of my mind, knowing what was possibly going to happen tonight with Ellie.
My gorgeous, sweet Ellie. Watching me with glowing eyes, smiling at me as she drifts a hand down her front. She touches herself between her legs, her teeth sinking into her lower lip and I stare, fascinated as she strokes herself. She’s so wet, I can hear her busy fingers, and I clasp hold of her wrist, stopping her as I lean in to kiss her.
“I can do that,” I tell her, slipping my fingers between her thighs once more. “But you have to return the favor.”
She eagerly reaches for my cock, her fingers wrapping tightly around me. Whatever she lacks in experience, she makes up for with enthusiasm. She’s eager. Ready and willing. Surprisingly not shy. I never want her to stop touching me.
“You have condoms?” she asks at one point, just before she shoves at my shoulder so I land on the bed on my back.
“Yeah,” I say, waving a hand toward the bedside table. “A couple in the drawer. A box in the bathroom.”
“Aren’t you prepared.” She climbs on top of me, shocking the shit out of me as she starts kissing my chest. “Your skin is so smooth.”
I lay there and let her have her way with me. She kisses me everywhere she can reach, her tongue toying with my nipples, making me jump. Her hair dragging against my skin, tickling me. She rains kisses on my rib cage. My stomach. Her mouth draws closer to my dick, and I tell myself not to push. Not to ask for it. Maybe she’s not ready for that. She hasn’t done much. I need to remember that.
She wraps her fingers around the base of my cock, dips her head and draws me into her mouth, so deep I groan. Loud enough for everyone that’s still in the apartment to hear me. She licks and sucks. Strokes. Wraps her lips so tight around the head that I almost explode.
“Stop, stop,” I tell her, not wanting to come in her mouth. She lifts away from me, and I roll toward the bedside table, fumbling with the drawer. Her hands don’t leave me as I find a condom and tear the wrapper open, pulling the circle of rubber out and waving it at her.
“Let’s put this on,”
I say roughly, my entire body feeling as if it’s being pulled taut, strung out with tension. One wrong move and I could come. And I’m not ready. I want to draw this out. For her and for me.
She watches me roll the condom on with an eager gaze, practically pouncing on me once I’m done. We kiss and kiss, our movements sloppy. Reckless. Desperate for connection. I didn’t know it could be like this. Feel like this. As if I’m addicted and she’s the only drug that can satisfy me. I’m not bored or impatient. Ready to end it so the girl will leave and I can be alone. That’s how it’s been before with others. Quick and fast and get the fuck out.
Not with Ellie. I want to savor her and I can tell she feels the same.
I position her so she’s lying on her back, me hovering above her, my knees on either side of her hips. I stroke myself, watching her watch me with lust-filled eyes, her lids at half-mast. Releasing my grip, I reach between her legs, testing her. She’s wet. I slip a finger inside her, feeling her tense up.
Tight. So fucking tight.
“I’ll go slow,” I promise, removing my finger from her pussy so I can angle my cock right at her entrance. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She takes a deep breath, her entire body rigid. “I’ll be fine.”
I stroke her skin, rising up so I can drop a soft kiss to her lips. “Relax, baby. It’ll hurt worse if you’re all tense.”
She nods. I can feel her trying to forcibly relax her muscles. Her shoulders. Her arms. Her legs. I rub her pussy with the head of my dick, back and forth, lingering around her clit, my mouth never leaving hers, and she relaxes more, seeming to sink into the mattress.
This is when I try and sink inside of her.
