He pulled out of her pussy, dragging his tongue through her folds up to her clit where he licked with gentle flicks. For one second, she mourned the loss of his tongue inside her, but it felt so incredible on her sensitive clit that she could only moan and continue to thrust against his face. Her quads screamed for relief, and she fought to keep them working, but when he sucked her clit between his lips, she lost the battle.
“Pulse,” she cried as her knees gave out, and she slid down.
The man didn’t miss a beat.
He kept his head buried in her sex as he clutched her hips and helped lower her to the floor. Her ass hit the floor with a softthump. Pulse scooted back effortlessly, never breaking rhythm as though he’d choreographed this entire dance.
He kept eating her out, and she kept clinging to his hair.
Her legs, which had turned to Jell-O, splayed wide. He cupped her ass, holding her against his ravenous mouth even as she kept him pressed there. The poor man probably needed a breather, but she couldn’t command her fingers to loosen their grip.
Thinking became impossible. All she could do was slump there against the refrigerator as the hottest man she knew pleasured her with his mouth. Every lick, suck, and scrape of his stubble against her flesh had her insides spiraling tighter.
He held her ass so tight she’d have marks tomorrow. Yesterday, that would have been unimaginable, but now she wanted it and craved the bruises to remind her how this man had feasted.
She moaned as a wave of ecstasy washed over her. She was drunk on pleasure, suspended in a state she could live in forever, yet she wanted to come just as much.
How had she lived thirty-two years without this?
He guided his tongue back inside her, and her eyes nearly crossed. A flash of him working something bigger, thicker inside her came to mind, and that was all she needed to send her into the stratosphere.
Her back arched off the refrigerator as sensation exploded through her. She shouted, shook, and probably gave Pulse a bald spot as she lost control of her strength. She squeezed her eyes shut and rode out an orgasm so powerful it eclipsed any she’d previously experienced. The waves seemed to go on forever and not nearly long enough.
Eventually, her muscles fatigued, and she sagged against the refrigerator in a sated, gooey slump. Then she realized she still had a hand in Pulse’s hair, though she couldn’t grip it tight anylonger. Instead, she flexed and extended her fingers, running her nails through his scalp.
He groaned, then lifted his head, meeting her gaze.
Her hand fell away, heavy and weakened.
Pulse’s cheeks were flushed. His eyes were heavy and satisfied. His hair stood on end, and his lips glistened with evidence of how much she’d enjoyed herself. He looked wrecked, even though she’d been the one to come her brains out.
Slowly, as though he knew his effect on her, he licked his lips clean. He hummed as though she was a treat he’d been dying for.
She owed him something. A thank you or praise—a return of the epic favor—but she was hypnotized in place by his stare. “Pulse… I…” What? What on earth did she say now?
I don’t usually act like this.
Can you come back and do that to me every day?
It’s been a while, but want me to suck your cock?
Please don’t hurt me.
He pushed to all fours and crawled toward her like a jungle cat. Her breath caught as he brought his lips to her ear.
“You are the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.”
His breath wafted over her ear’s sensitive skin, eliciting a run of goosebumps down her neck. She’d just had a massive orgasm. How was it possible to already want more?
“Pulse.” She turned her head, and their lips brushed.
He sat back on his heels and held out a hand. “C’mon, let’s get off the floor. I think it’s past time I fill you in on what I learned this week.”
“Really? But what about… you?”
He smirked. “Next time.”
She frowned. “Wait, really?” What man turned down an orgasm? And why? Did it mean he didn’t really want her? Oh God, did he get her off out of pity because she’d thrown herself at him last night?