Page 65 of Sully

Then his fingers were teasing at the entrance to my body, tapping, pressing, but not quite giving me what we both knew I needed.

“Sully, please,” I whimpered.

That rumble moved through him again. “Well, I can’t deny you when you ask so nice,” he said.

Then his fingers were sliding inside me and I didn’t recognize the animalistic sound that escaped me then.

Because his fingers were immediately demanding. Thrusting hard and fast, twisting, curling, keeping my body guessing, making it impossible for me to get to the edge, to grab ahold of the release I felt so desperate for.

“Fuck, I need to taste you,” he said.

Then his hands were off of me, and the bed was groaning as he shifted down onto the mattress, his face between my thighs, his tongue tracing up my cleft to find my clit.

There was nothing then, save for an overwhelming sort of pleasure and my fast, frantic, uneven breathing.

My hands slid down, sinking into Sully’s soft hair even as my thighs trapped him.

Not that Sully had any intention of trying to move away as his tongue worked me, as his fingers fucked me.

He was steady, relentless, giving me exactly what I needed to get right to that edge, then sending me free-falling into the orgasm that made the world go black, made my whole body convulse hard, made my thighs lock to the sides of his head as the pleasure pulled me under over and over.

Sully’s hands gripped my thighs after, releasing themselves from their hold, but only to turn and press soft kisses to my inner thighs, over my belly, up my ribs. Giving me time to come backdown while also making fresh desire bloom once more before his lips took mine again.

I whimpered against his lips as my legs went around him. Throwing my weight, I rolled until he was under me.

Shifting, I let the length of his cock glide against my cleft as I leaned down, taking his lips again. His hands went to my butt, using it to grind me against him.

And I wanted that and him.

God, I wanted that.

But not until he was as desperate as I felt.

My lips moved down his jaw, his neck, my tongue teasing the pulse point, loving the frantic pound, knowing how much he wanted this.

His fingers were brushing into my ass by the time that I had to shift out of his reach as my tongue traced the grooves of his abs, heading downward, suddenly understanding his desperate need to taste me because I’d never wanted to feel someone in my mouth as I did right then.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned as my hand closed around the base of his cock, my hair falling to curtain me as my tongue teased over the head for a moment before I sucked him deep.

His whole body went tense as I worked him, moving faster and deeper with each passing moment, spurred on by his heavy breathing and soft curses.

It wasn’t long until he was thrusting up into my mouth, making me fight back my gag reflex to take him that deep.

But just as quickly as it started, it stopped.

Sully’s hands grabbed my hair, using it to pull me back up over his body, the pain ricocheting across my scalp until I lowered down like he was silently demanding, sealing my lips over his.

A moan was muffled against his mouth at the feel of his hard lines against my softer ones.

But then he folded up to a seated position, taking me with him. He kept moving forward, bending me back until I was against the mattress.

His weight pressed down on me, a welcome pressure, as his lips slanted over mine again and again, as his hips ground down against me.

His weight shifted onto one arm as he reached into the nightstand before making quick work of protecting us.

Then his lips were on mine again, softer, deeper, as my hips writhed, and he ground down against me.

But just not quite what either of us wanted.

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