Page 4 of Come to Head

“Just like that, let me see you. Touch you.Taste you. And if you need me to stop, just tell me and I will.”

His words washed warmly across me.

In this room, with this man, there was no space for insecurity. Instead, I shut my eyes and allowed myself to fall into this moment.

Sturdy hands found my thighs, spreading my legs apart.

“Just like that, relax for me, Isa.” Rough fingers skirted along the apex of my thighs. “Guide me.”

With my eyes still closed, I extended my hand, placing one of his over my clit. I had never been touched by another person before like this, but I knew what I liked doing to myself.

“Please,” I murmured.

That was all he needed to start.

He began to work circles on the spot. At first, it didn’t feel good. It was too dry, and I voiced that to him. My skin heated at the awkwardness, but then he moved to my entrance stealing some of the wetness there before returning to my clit. He didn’t seem overly experienced, but his willingness to listen and do as I asked was making up for that.

“Like that,” I moaned out, arching off of the bed as he rubbed it.

He grunted. “Good, keep telling me what you like. What you want.”

I hummed my agreement.

“And then…” He slowly pushed a finger into me, just one.

The sudden intrusion was too much at first, and it startled me, but then I found myself bucking onto it. Wanting more.

“Curl it,” I commanded.

He chuckled, a deep, heady baritone, but did as I requested.

Pressing into a spot that I had used my own fingers on before. But with his? The feeling was ten-fold.

How could I go back to a stagnant level of pleasure after this? He was taking me higher than I had been before.

“You look fucking beautiful like this. Let me play with you a bit longer. I want to try something else too.” He removed the hand on my clit, and I wanted to protest, but then his wet hot mouth replaced it. Licking, biting, sucking.

He added another finger, and it slid easier than the first.

“Fuck!” I exhaled, my hands digging into the sheets below as I undulated up into him.

He was speedwalking me to a point that I had only been with my vibrators.

“Mmmm.” The noise from him was muffled as he continued his ministrations.

The pleasure made it hard to guide him now, but he didn’t need it, he was using my body to tell him what I needed. Every time I made a particularly loud moan, he would pull back, frustrating me again and again.

Eventually, after he brought me to the edge with his fingers and mouth for a third time, he removed them and lifted my legs over his shoulders.

I heard the sound of plastic tearing.

My eyes shot open to find him staring at me as he slid a condom into place. My face heated at his attention. I knew it would hurt, but even still,I was going to go through with this. I was more than halfway into the ride; I wouldn’t turn back now. I couldn't.

“Are you ready?” His soulful eyes sparked something profound inside me, and I was already regretting our agreement to separate. This man was an addiction I never wanted to kick.

“Fuck, please.” I was a needy mess; he had muddled my mind, electrified my body, and lit fire to my nerves. In the beginning, it had been awkward and uncomfortable, evidence that he wasn’t overly experienced. He hadn’t touched me the way that I wanted him to. But he had quickly picked up on my cues and followed my guidance. His willingness to learn was almost as addicting as his touch.

Why didn’t he find me first instead of Mr. York?

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