Page 10 of Hooking Up
He stays on just the spot. Licks me with long, soft strokes. Then harder. Harder.
There.
"Don't stop," I breathe.
He doesn't.
He keeps that same rhythm. That same speed.
Tension pools in my sex.
It's intense. Different. Good different.
He takes me higher. Winds me tighter. I tug at his hair, holding his mouth against me.
Almost.
There.
The next flick of his tongue pushes me over the edge.
I groan his name as I come.
My sex pulses. Everything goes white, this beautiful, bright, blinding shade of pleasure. It's the only thing in my world. The only thing in the universe.
He's still going.
Licking me with those hard, steady strokes.
It's intense. Too intense.
I tug at his hair. "Fuck me. Now."
He pulls away. Nips at my thigh. Pushes himself to his feet.
I watch as he tosses his t-shirt over his head.
Pulls a condom from his back pocket.
Unzips his jeans and slides them—and his boxers—to his feet.
Fuck.
He's big.
And it's been a long time.
He stares down at me as he tears the wrapper and slides the condom over his cock. "Turn over."
I stare back at him.
"Please." His voice is heavy. Needy. Like he's not sure if he wants to tease me orteaseme.
I push myself up.
He brings his hands to my legs. Helps me flip over. Onto my hands and knees.
I plant my feet on the floor. Arch my back to bring my ass into the air.
