Page 39 of Surprised By Her

As mind-altering as my climax had been, I was vibrating with the need to touch and taste her. My need to explore every single inch warred with my need to fuck her brains out, so I decided on a little bit of both.

I started with her beautiful neck, stroking and kissing and lavishing attention as I ventured down her body.

She had a few freckles on the tops of her shoulders that I couldn’t neglect, so I tasted them before moving on to her breasts, licking and gently biting her nipples to see what she liked. Every single response was precious, and I made note of everything.

I finally got to kiss those precious abs on my way down, and I promised myself that I’d get back to them later. I nuzzled her hips and spread her legs apart, but the angle wasn’t right.

“Can you hand me a pillow?” I asked. She pulled one off the top of the bed and passed it to me.

“Hips up, please,” I said, and slid it under her, arranging it so I could have better access and then took my glasses off, handing them to her so she could set them on the nightstand.

“All I can think about is you suffocating me with your thighs,” I said, stroking one of said thighs. “Not like, really suffocating me, I don’t think.”

“Breath play is a little more advanced than I’d want to get with you tonight,” she said, and I was beginning to realize just how experienced Ryan was, and I had to push it aside or else I was never going to be able to do this.

It didn’t matter if she had more experience. I had enthusiasm.

Going with the thigh-crushing idea, I draped both of her legs on my shoulders. She had a whole lot of leg, and I was ecstatic.

She was open to me and already glistening, so I dove right in, tracing my tongue up, around, and down, circling multiple times as her fingers gripped my hair, yanking just a little bit, which sent a bolt of lust through me. Huh.

“Use your fingers,” she gasped, her head thrown back as she arched against me.

Doing as she asked, I slid two fingers inside her, feeling the thrill as her inner muscles clamped against them.

“More,” she demanded, and I smiled. She might think she was in control, but I was the one who was going to get her off.

I stroked three fingers inside, widening them and then pulling back.

“Do you need more?” I asked as I fucked her with three fingers.

“Yes,” she said, her hips bucking against my hand.

“Hand me the lube,” I said, and she fumbled on the table to grab one of the bottles, basically throwing it at me. The bottle landed next to her, and I grabbed it. This was uncharted territory for me, but now that I knew it was possible, I couldn’t think of anything else.

“Let me know if it’s too much,” I said.

“Please, Everly,” she whined, and I covered my hand with the lube, bringing my fingers together.

“I’ve got you,” I said, slowly pushing my hand inside her. I got about halfway and pulled out, changing the angle.

“Everly,” she said, pushing toward me, asking for more, but I wasn’t going to rush this. The last thing I wanted was to get carried away and hurt her. Plus, slowly torturing her was more fun.

“I’ve got you, Ryan. I’ve got you,” I said, stroking her clit as I worked my hand in and out before making it all the way inside. She was so warm and beautiful and she gasped as she pressed a little on my head.

I kissed her clit as I thrust with my hand as her hips pushed against me, fucking herself on my face and my hand.

I felt the orgasm rush forward and take hold of her, making sure to look up so I could see her face when it happened.

Her thighs clasped my head and she pushed herself against my face so I could barely breathe, but it was all completely and totally worth it to see her come apart and lose herself. Her toes curled and dug into my skin, her fingers made marks on my scalp as she rode out the last of her pleasure and then collapsed back on the bed, her entire body relaxing.

I left a little kiss on her clit that made her tremble before I let her legs down and kissed her belly on my way back up her body.

I snuggled in next to her, watching her face.

At last she turned toward me and smiled.

“I’m really glad you spilled coffee on me,” she said, pulling me in for a deep kiss.

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