Lower.
The tip of his tongue touchesthat spot. Grazing over my ass before dragging up the length of my core.
When he reaches my clit again, I think I might come.
I let go of my tits and reach down to grip his hair.
Lifting my head off the mattress, I look down and find him looking up.
With my hands in his hair, his tongue extended, twirling around my bundle of nerves, and his gaze locked on mine, I forget what I was going to say.
My breathing picks up.
My legs start to tremble.
And then Luther raises his head, breaking the contact between us.
“No, don’t stop. I’ll be good.” I try to push his head back down. “I’ll count the minutes. I promise.”
His lips glisten as he smirks at me, his head not budging, no matter how hard I try to shove him back down. “I don’t think you will.” He pushes himself up, forcing me to let go of his hair, and sits back on his knees. “Plus, I told you that your second orgasm would happen with my dick stuffed inside you.”
I look down between us, and yes, I’m okay with that.
Luther reaches for a pillow, and with a hand under my ass, he lifts me and shoves the pillow under my hips.
Raising me to just the right height.
I drop my knees open.
“You’re soaking wet. But I still need you to relax.” Luther rubs a hand across my lower belly.
The touch is warm and gentle. And even though I’m ready to burst again, I do as he says. My muscles softening.
I lift my head to watch as he lines up the tip of his cock with my entrance.
He’s thick.
Wide.
Luther lets out a low groan as he pushes the head inside me.
And the stretch is immediate.
Then he drops forward, catching his weight on one hand while the other stays between us. Only he’s not rubbing softly anymore.
His palm is just above my pussy. And he’s pressing down.
The pressure has my eyes meeting his.
He holds my gaze for a heartbeat. “Not gentle.”
Then he slams forward. Filling me with his entire length in one thrust.
I arch my neck and claw at his shoulders.
And he doesn’t give me any time.
Luther drags his cock out and shoves it back in.