Page 82 of Make Me Want it Too

He fumbles with the door handle, not putting me down, getting it open on the second try. Inside, he sets me directly on the bed then locks the door.

His gaze is glued on me as he takes off his jacket and loosens his tie.

The hunger in his eyes is feral.

My panties are soaked.

Rushed, he climbs on the bed. “Come here.” He rolls onto his back as he takes me by the hips and guides me to sit over him.

He pushes my dress up, but I’m having a hard time straddling him. I can’t get low enough. The dress is too tight to pull up over my hips.

“Fuck,” he gasps, “sit on me.”

“I’m trying.” I grasp at the zipper, but my fingers can’t quite reach it.

He slides his hand along the slit of my dress, lips parted, panting. “Rip it.”

“Are you kidding?”

“I’ll buy you another one.” His hands are frantic up my thighs.

“Absolutely not.”

I twist around. Wood sits up and yanks at my zipper. My dress flays open and peels down my body. He makes quick work of sliding it down my legs and tossing it to the floor. Then he unbuttons his shirt, and it joins my dress in a crumpled heap on the rug.

I’m kneeling on the bed in my nude colored bra and panties. Should I take these off, too?

But then Wood takes me by the hips and pulls me on top of him as he lays back down, positioning me over his face.

I’ve never done this before. I ease down, trying to get close enough for him without actually sitting on him.

Foiled. He has a firm hold of my thighs and pulls me down so that I’m fully seated, pussy to mouth, and he starts eating.

I have no other thoughts. All I can do is hold onto the headboard.

After a few minutes, Wood pulls away with a sharp gasp for air. “Can I rip these?”

“Yes.”

He tears my beige panties to shreds and gets back to licking. Down to my entrance, he penetrates me with his tongue while his nose rubs against my clit. Then he moves back up to tease and circle my clit with a pointed tongue, before licking with flat, broad strokes.

And just when my moaning is getting louder and my clit is pulsing and aching for more, he sucks it into his hot mouth as he sinks two fingers inside me.

I thrust my hips, grinding on his face.

“Yes,” he says, muffled. “More.” He’s gargling his words like he’s drowning in me and he’s okay with that. Encouraging it the way his fingers dig into my hips, making me grind harder.

He moves his fingers in and out of me, loudly, then slides his wet fingertips down. One lubed finger glides right into my other hole and I cry out “oh” and “yes” and “more” and then he has two fingers up my bum, making me feel so full. So perfect.

Wood fingers my rear entrance as he mercilessly licks my clit until it’s throbbing and swollen, coaxing my orgasm closer and closer to the surface.

Then he adds a third finger and I hear myself say “oh fuck” as I feel myself stretch to accommodate the intrusion. I know it was me, but it feels like someone else said it. Like, when I’m with him, I’m a completely different person.

And then I’m coming, without warning, shattering completely over him while I cling to the headboard, and he keeps licking me through the waves and shudders.

He takes ahold of my waist right as I’m about to collapse. Sitting up, he settles me in his lap and I lay my head against his shoulder as I come down from the orgasm.

My head is still fuzzy, my vision unfocused, but I concentrate on the warmth of his skin against my cheek and the sound of his heartbeat, racing as fast as mine.

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