Page 10 of Yours

He groans. “I can tell how bad you want this,” he says, his sharp eyes flicking to mine.

Warmth floods my chest and neck. “It’s not…gross?” I ask.

He raises an eyebrow. “I could have your nectar coating my fingers all day long.”

My blush intensifies and I look away. “Oh,” say, and then I close my eyes because he’s doing something to me down there that’s melting whatever I was going to say.

“That’s right,” he says, his voice sultry. “Let me make you feel good.”

I start rocking my hips in time with his movements. He returns to kissing my inner thigh, his tongue so wet and soft while his fingers glide up and down, touching me with just the right amount of pressure, moving at just the right pace—almost like he can read my body. And then I feel the hot, wet touch of his mouth on my sex. My brain sizzles with fire and my skin tingles with an intense, fervent desire. I can’t help it, my hands grip the fabric of the couch, squeezing for purchase. I become one focused ball of energy, driving my hips to meet his tongue. The orgasm that’s been simmering at the base of my core starts to expand, filling me with a bright, intoxicating heat.

Brian reaches up to my breast, rolling over my aching tip with his fingers, pinching and tugging almost to the point of pain but it only intensifies the anticipation surging through me. My hips are bucking out of control now and I’m gasping and quaking. He moves faster, his mouth lapping my folds while his fingers swirl and spread me open for him to taste.

The climax explodes in my brain, bursting with colors and bliss, filling me with a flood of joy that blasts through my body like a shock wave. I cry out again and again as the feeling pours into me, flooding me with pleasure. Brian keeps on sucking and gliding, riding this wave with me until my legs are shuddering and spent.

I blink up at the ceiling as my brain lolls in the drunkenness of my bliss. My lungs haven’t quite got enough air yet and blood pounds in my ears.

Brian kisses the top of my sex, making my hips quiver a little. He swirls his fingers gently across my sensitive folds, just barely so that a tingle fires through my core and I buck away. He kisses up to my belly, his tongue flicking deliciously over my skin. Meanwhile he’s still lightly fingering my folds, though he’s staying away from the most sensitive parts. I’m still feeling so high, like I’m floating on a sunbeam and it’s bright and happy and everything is good. It’s ridiculous, and I hear a little chuckle escape my lips.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, lifting his head to peer at me.

I clamp the next chuckle between my lips. “Nothing,” I manage, but I can’t wipe the smile from my face. “That felt…really good.”

He slides up to my side and props himself up on an elbow. He caresses up and down my inner thigh, bending my other leg open for him. I get the first tingle of arousal as his fingers return to my sex, which feels plump and hot from everything he did to me. “Good, ’cause we’re just getting started,” he says with a dark glint in his eye.

“Oh,” I breathe.

He lowers his lips to my breast and teases me there. At first it’s almost painful because I’m still so sensitive but it quickly fades as I feel my body respond.

“This time you’re gonna come on my finger,” he says, gliding against my slippery folds and up to my sensitive spot. He wraps his wet lips around my nipple, which has quickly hardened again, swirling his tongue around it, making me ache for more. “And I’m gonna watch.”

“But…” I try, but I’m quickly losing the ability to speak, he’s getting me so worked up again so fast.We’re just getting started, he said. I groan with anticipation.

“Relax and let me show you how good this feels,” he says, teasing the tip of my peak with just the edge of his teeth. I close my eyes. My hips have already started quivering.Yes, I think.I want to feel him sliding inside me. I imagine his finger is his hard cock, driving into me, stretching me until our bodies are perfectly joined.

I suck in a gasp as his finger glides past my opening. It feels so tight in there, my plush walls gripping him. He thrusts in a little deeper, going slow and so sensual, his other fingers swirling over my folds and his lips and tongue suckling and teasing my nipple.

He groans. “So tight, baby,” he says. “You feel so good.”

The idea that he’s enjoying this drives me even further into the stratosphere. He glides in further, stroking some special spot that starts to make me tremble. I roll my hips open to him, wanting more. My second climax rises from my sex and spreads into my belly, my breasts, shooting upward like a helium balloon someone’s accidentally let free.

I cry out, my body tense with need. He starts to thrust faster, urging me on. Suddenly, he feels bigger inside me and I realize he’s added another finger. I cry out again because it feels so good to be full, to have him stretch me while his thumb swirls up and down and his lips and teeth pleasure my nipple.

The climax floods into me as my hips arch open to his fingers. The buildup seems to go on forever and I’m gasping and so tense, my fingers digging into the couch fabric. I open my mouth as my whole body gives in to this feeling of release, of need. I cry out again and again, sharp howls that I can barely hear because I’m shooting into space, rising higher until I’ve left his apartment and couch far behind.

Brian

“Welcome back,” I say as Darcy’s body finally stops quivering.

She looks away, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks. I love that she’s shy, even after how vulnerable she’s just made herself to me to get what she wants.

“Brian,” she sighs as I caress the crest of her hipbone. It’s taken every ounce of restraint I own not to reach over for a nibble, and then let my desires take over. While watching her come I imagined all the ways I’d like to sink my shaft into her tight, hot pussy, pushing past her barrier and feeling her body take me nice and deep. I see the fear in her eyes melting away to simmering desires as I thrust inside her, filling her over and over until she screams my name.

But she’s not ready for that. I’ve already figured out that some asshole hurt her before, made her scared. And while I’d like to hunt this particular asshole down and introduce him to my fists, it’s my job to repair the damage. And I will. She’ll learn just how much she loves it, but she needs me to teach her first. That’s why I’m focusing on her right now, so she’ll see how good I can make her feel. Maybe then she’ll start to trust me.

I kiss her and I can feel the surprise on her lips when she tastes herself on my tongue. There’s so much she doesn’t know yet, it’s intoxicating just thinking about all the things I can show her. I pull her upper thigh over my hip and stroke over her smooth waist and lower back, my hand dipping under her simple cotton panties to caress her soft, round ass. Her full breasts press lightly against my chest and I think back to the way she went crazy when I teased them with my teeth—just enough bite to get her attention but not hard enough to hurt her. Her body jolted—a few minutes of that plus my finger plunging inside her was enough to send her flying over the edge. From going to zero orgasms to two in less than an hour means she’s a good student. I smile to myself.My good little bookworm learning to trust her desires.

“I want…to make you feel good too,” she says, looking at me with that mix of trepidation and desire that I’m quickly growing to love.

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