Page 24 of Such a Sweet Girl

I tipped my head back against his shoulder, closing my eyes and focusing on the divine tendrils of pleasure his fingers wrought. Losing myself in sensation, I let go of all my pent up stress, dropped expectations and demands, letting myself disappear fully into the moment. Into Alexander.

‘Don’t you want my tongue?’ he rasped against my neck.

‘More than anything,’ I said. ‘Please?’

‘You can do better than that.’ Pushing his hand lower, he pressed two fingers deep inside me, his other hand tightening around my throat and adding to the heady sensations. I let go of the counter, both hands grasping his muscled arm and holding on for dear life as he fingered me roughly.

‘Oh my god,’ I whimpered, delirious with need. ‘Please go down on me. Please?’

My muscles spasmed as he forced a third finger into me, turning my upper torso so he could capture my lips with his, drinking in my every gasp. Despite my craving for his tongue,I couldn’t hold back. Crying out against his lips, my body shuddered as he tore an orgasm from me with the deft attack of his fingers.

‘Sorry,’ I whimpered. ‘I couldn’t hold back.’

‘Never be sorry for enjoying yourself,’ he all but growled against my lips.

Panting against him, heat flushed through me, the orgasm continuing with afterquakes of pleasure as his fingers kept stroking until I was truly spent.

‘Should I go down on you?’ I asked, feeling guilty for coming first. So rarely had I come at all with other partners. I didn’t really know how to deal with my quick release.

‘No, pretty girl. Get your hands back on the counter.’

‘To fuck me?’

‘Eventually. But you promised me a taste. And a taste I shall have.’

TWELVE

ALEXANDER

My body screamed at me to slide into her, to have her hot cunt swallow my dick. God, I wanted her terribly.

The way she gasped and moaned in my hands, the last vestiges of her orgasm waning like a fading heartbeat against my fingers.

Hearing her wanton noises had my dick straining between us, every jerk of her hips making my eyes roll as her ass ground against me.

Patience.

However desperately I wanted to spread Frankie over the counter and fuck the ever loving daylights out of her, I wanted to leave a lasting impression more. When the summer ended, I wanted her to leave with memories of mind-blowing orgasms marking our time together.

Kneeling, I slid her panties to the floor, marvelling at the perfect curve of her ass. Planting a series of kisses over her thighs and ass, I grinned when she wriggled in anticipation.

‘Spread your legs for me, forearms on the counter, and ass out. Let me see you, baby.’

She displayed herself for me without hesitation. I bit my lip, holding back from diving between her thighs immediately.

‘What a sight you are. I can see just how wet you are, your pussy just begging to be kissed.’

The way she arched her back made me smile. For a woman who’d appeared to barely tolerate sex a few days ago, she’d sure caught up fast.

I teased her with soft kisses and little nips of my teeth, just about everywhere except where she wanted it. Within minutes, she wriggled and moaned, swiftly heading back to the edge, right where I needed her.

Each gasp and moan had my dick straining in my pants, my balls aching. I salivated at the thought of sliding my tongue over her clit, and feeling her writhe against it.

‘God damn it, Alex, stop teasing me,’ she demanded, her voice high and needy.

‘You’re not the only one desperate. I don’t think I’ve ever been as hard as I am now.’ My lips grazed the tender curve where her ass met her thigh as I spoke.

‘Then fuck me already.’

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