Page 24 of Oh Boy!
The rest of my words are swallowed by his searing kiss as his toned body covers mine. His restraint nonexistent, his hands are everywhere. Tormenting. Pinching. Arousing… until his fingers venture south, then stop. “Is this okay?” he asks timidly. My depraved smile gives him the green light. His breathing becomes ragged. “Just stop me whenever.”
My initial resistance dissipates when his middle finger finds its way inside of me, then is joined by another. Tension builds as he puts his magic to the test. I clamp around him as his tongue teases my nipples alternatively. His teeth join the party, and I can’t stay still. Such sweet torture… Whimpering, I work him over, adjusting my TLC based on his faltering breath. Damn, he’s crumbling under my touch! My spine arches when his thumb tends to my lonely clit. I’m left hot, bothered, and breathless. Soon after, his thumb abruptly stops and he springs from the bed to fumble in his jacket pocket. “Sorry, almost forgot.” After putting the condom on, he works my breast with a renewed ardor. “Sally, relax for me, okay?” He aligns himself with my entrance.
I hear him grumble. What the hell is wrong with me? “I think you’re too big.”
He chuckles softly. “Maybe. Maybe not. It’s never been an issue before.” He peppers kisses all over my skin, and his fingers slide back inside of me. Waves of heat course through my needy body. When they vanish, he tries again, to no avail. My body is closed off; I guess my mind is betraying me. “Fuck! This isn’t going to work.” I blanch, thinking he doesn’t want me anymore. He reads my body language and explains, “Listen, you’re tense, and I’m afraid of hurting you, baby. We need more time. There’s no rush, right?”
“I’m sorry, Nathan. I’ve kept you waiting and I…” Tears clog my throat.
He kisses my face tenderly. “Shh…” His fingertips graze my fevered skin. “This isn’t about me. We’re in this together, okay. Let’s try another approach.”
Annoyed at my stubborn body, I nod, hopeful. My knees swiftly land on his shoulders. I watch him watch me. His arms spread me open. His scruff tickles my thighs. His eyes lock with mine. “That’s it, baby,” he cheers, catching his breath. I ride him, squirming violently. “I’ve got you.” His tongues works its magic, and he watches me lose control. I scream his name when my orgasm washes over me. Damn, he owns me! He licks his lips that glisten from the pleasure he gave me.
Intense.
