Page 8 of The Guy from that One Summer
Kissing the inside of one thigh and then the other, he responds, making my stomach flip. “I’m a man, Remy. I can handle getting lost and suffocating between these thighs. Now rock your hips and donotbreak eye contact with me. Got it?”
“Y-Yes,” I stutter out.
“Good girl.”
Slowly, I lower my body and give him what he asks for. When his warm tongue flattens against my core, I cry out, and my hips can’t help but begin to rock back and forth.
“Yes, God, yes!” I cry. Our eyes never leave one another, and he uses his hands on my hips to move me fast, then slow, and back to fast again. I end up literally writhing and riding his entire face. It’s intense. The most erotic experience. And just as I’m about to hit my peak, he stops, and I sob out a pained protest. “No!”
Dropping my hands to the counter, I keep going, thinking he will stop me, my movements becoming choppy, but I can’t help it. I want to come so badly.
“Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I moan, my legs starting to shake as the orgasm hits me fast, and he moans with male appreciation against my core.
“So fucking good. I like when you take control. Take your pleasure,” he finally says against my thighs as he kisses them again, my heavy breathing and his mixing in the otherwise quiet room.
“I want more. You make me crazy. I barely know you, and you make me want more,” I admit—what I’ve secretly been thinking this whole time.
“The same goes for you. I have never wanted to taste a woman that much. I could do this all night. Lick, bite, and suck that clit until you fall asleep.” The idea sounds like the best one I’ve ever heard to date. I sit back again and toss my long hair to one side, and he watches me intently.
“What?” I ask.
“Tossing your hair aside, like it’s not damp from the sweat of orgasms and wild face-fucking. You are a sight. You on the pill?”
I nod. “Yes, I am. I’m clean. You?”
“Yes. Always. You are the first woman I’m gonna fuck without protection.”
This admission shocks me. Him. This woman-pleasing man has never been in a pussy without a condom? I don’t know if I believe that.
“I don’t need to be told lies in order for you to have me bare.” I bite my lip, liking the position I’m in. Leaning back with one hand, I find his hard cock and begin to stroke it.
“Shit.” He arches his head back, his throat bobbing as he moans. “I’m not lying to you. I’ve had many women… but none with a pussy as sweet and tempting as yours. I want you so bad I wouldn’t care if you weren’t on the pill. It’s that damn good.”
This gets him quicker strokes and a tighter grasp.
“Bluff. I’d call it, but I don’t have to, since I’m on the pill.”
He growls and takes control again. “Yeah, no. Get on this cock and ride it. I’m done being patient.” Grabbing my hips again, almost with bruising force, he maneuvers us so his tip is nudged between my lips, at my entrance. “Look in the camera while you feel me for the first time. Show that poor bastard who owns you tonight.”
I cry out and do as he says, and when I look at the camera, the sight is one to behold.
I don’t recognize the woman I see, but… I like it. She seems bold. Unapologetic. And empowered. He lowers me then, his size stretching me, practically tearing me in two. If he didn’t prime me the way he did, I wouldn’t be able to take him on the first try. I’m no virgin, but he’s no average man.
“Oooh,” we moan in unison. The combo of feeling his bare skin against mine, his large cock splitting me in two, and the camera showing me what is happening outwardly to cause me such inward euphoria is exquisite.
“Look at you. Look what he lost and I gained.”
The comment makes me think,He means just tonight, right?
The way he said it, it held some permanence.
No. He means just for the night. The pleasure is fogging up my logical thinking.
I let it go.
“Bounce on this dick like a good little whore would. You are taking me so damn good,” he murmurs, making me clench. We don’t stop looking at the camera as he lies back and rubs my thighs while I ride his rigid cock with ferocity. God, he feels so damn perfect.
We keep at it, clawing and fucking. Ravaging and claiming one another like crazed lovers, and when it’s finally time for us to climax, he sits up and slides his hands up my ribs, under my arms, and around the back of my neck. When he holds me in place with one hard downward thrust, I come at the same time he does.
