Page 41 of Promise Me Never

“When your pussy gets this wet, it’s begging for attention.” He pumps his fingers in and out of me several times, each stroke making a louder and sloppier sound. “She’s beggin’ for my mouth and then my cock.”

He withdraws his fingers and peels my panties off, tossing them off the bed near his clothes. I let my thighs fall apart so he can wedge his shoulders between them. He looks up my body to my eyes as he licks me with the flat of his tongue. My back arches at the sensation. He grips me by the hips, tilting my pelvis for easier access to my pussy as he licks and explores me.

I know he’s taking mental notes of every sigh, every whimper, every gasp, so he can craft the most mind-blowing orgasm. Everything he does is meticulous and eating my pussy is included. He slides his fingers deep inside as his tongue assaults my clit and scissors them. Over and over until my back bows off of the bed and my thighs clamp around him.

The orgasm is like nothing I’ve ever felt. Like a freight train of pleasure ripping through me from my core to my toes. I cry out his name as he licks and kisses me down from the high of release. When he looks up at me, his face is wet with my juices, but it doesn’t stop me from pulling him up to my mouth and kissing him until I’m breathless.

“Do you want to stop for the night?” he asks as I relax back into the mattress. “I don’t want to do too much.”

“No,” I practically growl the word and hook my thigh around his hip. “I want more. I want you.”

“Okay,” he relents with a chuckle. “Let me grab a condom.”

I drop my leg and watch as moves to the edge of the bed and reaches for his shorts. He pulls a foil packet out of his pocket and tosses it on the bed beside me. I’m about to remind him that I have some too when I notice he’s got magnums.

Of fucking course he does.

Cracked ribs here I come.

He looks down at me with a smirk as he tears the foil open with his teeth and rolls the condom on. A moment of insecurity passes through me. What if he doesn’t fit? What if he finishes and leaves me, never to look my way again? What if I’m so bad at sex he can’t finish?

“Whoa.” He speaks the word gently, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs comfortingly. “What’s going on in your head? We can stop, if you need. I’ll just lie down and hold you the rest of the night.”

Hearing him say that eases most of my anxiety. “You won’t just leave afterward?”

“No, I’ll stay right here with you until I need to get up and start working.”

My chest pinches with an unknown sensation. “Well, that eases my mind on one issue.”

“What’s the other?” His hands continue their soothing motion.

“Whether you’ll fit or not.”

His eyes darken as he looks down at me, his hands making their way up to the juncture of my thighs. He parts my folds, his thumb rubbing my still so sensitive bundle of nerves. “I’ll fit. Let’s just get you relaxed enough to take me.”

It’s so lewd, the way he has me spread open as he plays with my clit. The way his lips part just before his tongue flicks out to wet the bottom one. His cock jutting up into the air ready to sink into me. The sound my pussy makes as he slides one finger, then two, and finally a third inside me.

“You’re gonna look so gorgeous stretched around me, Sunbeam.”

My hips arch off the bed into his touch, pressure mounting deep in my core with every stroke. He chuckles at my disappointed groan when he withdraws his fingers. I feel bereft without him inside me.

I trap my lip between my teeth as he drags the tip of his cock through my folds. Everything is so warm and slick as he teases me. Then he notches his tip at my entrance and looks up at me.

“Ready?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

The pressure is immense as he presses inside me slowly. His eyes are glued to where we’re joined. He looks up at me and pushes in some more.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful taking me.”

His cock twitches inside me as he keeps pushing.

“Are you okay?” I can tell by the straining muscles in his neck that having this much restraint is killing him. “Take a few breaths.”

The pain lessens as I allow my breathing to return to normal. “I’m okay, keep going.”

He rocks his pelvis back, dragging his length partially out of me and then immediately gliding back in. Sweat beads along his brow as he gently moves in and out of me. Soon the pain ebbs, and pleasure sinks into me with every thrust.

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