Page 71 of Ask Me Something

I was kneeling at an angle; my hands clutching the bedframe with my knees back a foot. Suddenly I realized his tongue was on my clit. He’d slid between my legs with his face literally between my thighs and his hands on my ass pressing me into him.

“Brian, I—” I didn’t have the ability to form complete sentences.

“Ride my mouth, honey,” he demanded, rocking me harder, grinding me into his face.

The unbelievable sensation created by his mouth was overwhelming, especially considering the other two items in play. While one hand worked the vibrator in and out, his tongue and lips were unyielding. My entire body shuddered, and then I was exploding like I never had before. But it wasn’t enough. He pushed me further, never satisfied with only one. My thighs trembled from the pleasure, my nails dug into the wood of the headboard. I screamed his name and lost all control, climaxing spectacularly against his face for a second time. He dragged it out, leisurely licking me in deliberate strokes and flicking my sensitive clit. My lower extremities were completely numb, and my body hummed with raw sensation, pulsating at my core.

Luckily Brian moved before I collapsed. Otherwise, I fear I would’ve smothered him without the ability to move. Deft fingers came from behind me and removed the vibrator, causing me to wince with the inadvertent stimulation of nerves.

When he rolled me onto my back, I bestowed a silly, just-been-thoroughly-satisfied grin. He was rock hard, but when I reached for him, he shook his head.

“Don’t make me tie your hands,” he threatened.

I quirked a brow and rose to my knees. It was tempting, and he could see the challenge in my eyes.

He smirked, and I leaned in and kissed him passionately. He pulled back abruptly and studied my face. “It turns you on to taste yourself on my lips?” he asked hoarsely.

I nodded and moved in to kiss him again.

“Jesus, woman—” His hand fisted in my hair, and his mouth crushed mine. “Get on your knees. I want you hard and deep.”

His voice was shaky. It appeared his control was being stretched to the brink. I obeyed, and he thrust in fully. He was deep in this position and was holding nothing back while he gripped my hips. The plug remained in place and moved deeper with every drive, setting up yet another orgasm.

I recall hearing his long, drawn-out growl when he met his climax deep inside of me, but I think I may have blacked out after that. Brian clearly must have taken over as I felt him remove the plug and then fold my boneless body into him.

“How did that feel?” he asked

“Just when I think I’ve had my best orgasm, you take it to another level.”

“Did you like the toys?”

I knew I was blushing. “Uh, they were fine.” I shrieked in surprise when he pinned me beneath him.

“Did you use the word fine?”

Uh oh. A thrill moved through me. I giggled and quickly modified. “I didn’t mean it that way. I have a hard time talking about it, though.”

He studied my face and then kissed me softly. “But if there’s something that doesn’t turn you on or you don’t like, you have to be able to tell me.”

“I would, I promise. Everything has felt incredible, but verbalizing it is tougher. It’s all new to me. Then I think about how it’s not new to you, and I start overthinking it.”

Rolling to his side, he gathered me close. “Tell me,” he demanded softly.

I shrugged. I didn’t know how to put it into words. All these things he’d done with me that blew my mind with amazing orgasms, he’d also done with other women. “I don’t know how to explain it. This is the part I kind of suck at, or haven’t you noticed?”

He tipped my chin up, meeting my eyes. “I won’t say that I haven’t already done some of the things we’ve done or will do. But with you it’s so drastically different, that I can’t recall my history. There’s no room for it because my mind is filled with thinking of new ways to please you. I want all of you, everything you’ll give me. I meant it when I said that I’m greedy, and I won’t ever get enough.”

The weight of the insecurity inside of me that I hadn’t wanted to admit suddenly felt lighter. “You always know the right thing to say.” I kissed him softly appreciating that he’d make the effort.

“I want to ask you something. Something I keep telling myself I don’t want to know, but then come back to.”

“I don’t think you’ll like the answer to that question, but you’re welcome to ask if you’re prepared to answer the same.”

“Okay. How many men have you had sex with?”

“I’m assuming that we’re not judging one another for something we can’t change?”

“Of course not, and if you’re uncomfortable, then you don’t have to answer.”

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