Page 93 of Returning Your Love
Warm wetness slid over my hole, and I gasped, jerking from the feathered touch of what must have been his tongue.
“Easy, baby.” Jamie caressed my thighs, and I lifted my head to watch him. He studied me with an intensity that made my stomach flip-flop and sent electrical currents over my body, raising the fine hairs along my arms.
“Do it again.” I moaned when he gave me what I wanted, his tongue flattened and dragging from my hole to leaking slit. “Ah, fuck.” My head fell back on the bed, and I panted.
Jamie licked and suckled, nibbled and caressed every inch of my ass and groin, his saliva cooling my heated skin. He rimmed me for what seemed hours, gently poking at my hole but not breaching me before slowly making his way up over my taint and tight balls.
“Quit fucking teasing me!” I barked with a choked laugh, half-manic with the need to be filled.
“Ready to have something stuffed up your ass?” He chuckled, and butterflies lit through my stomach again.
“Fuck yes!”
“Mmm.”
God, that growly hum of his did shit to me. Made me burn from the inside out. He rubbed his fingertip over my pucker, teasing as he’d done with his tongue.
I bore down, trying to fuck myself on him.
He chuckled again, moving away from me to rifle through his bedside drawer. “Someone’s needy.”
“Goddamn right, I am,” I muttered, scowling at him as he settled once more between my spread legs, bottle of lube in hand. I licked over my lower lip as he drizzled clear liquid onto his hand. “Been waiting too long to have you—” My complaint cut out as he slid his finger fully into my ass without warning. “Fuck!” Jaw clenched, I arched at the delicious, slight sting, eyelids snapping shut. “Yes—fucking yes. Just like that. Give me more.”
He crooked that single finger, rubbing…searching?—
Lightning zapped through my taint and tailbone, and I shouted, my back jolting up off the bed. “Jesus!”
“Bingo.” Jamie murmured and stroked over it a second time.
I panted through clenched teeth, groaning. “Don’t want to come until you’re inside me, goddamnit!”
The fucker chuckledagain. “You won’t. Promise.” He caressed my balls, wrapped his thumb and forefinger around them, and tugged firmly until I came down, gasping over the state of my dry mouth. He stroked into me again but held my balls low.
“Oh, God.”
Jamie slid another finger in, easily done since I hadn’t lied about readying myself to take him over the previous couple of weeks. “You’re so hot and silky inside, baby,” he murmured. “Can’t wait to get my dick in you.”
“I’m ready—want it.”
“Not yet.” He stroked and stretched me. “How about a third finger though?”
“Stupid question,” I muttered, bearing down with his every slick glide into my hole.
Another thick digit joined in the torturous fun, finally gifting me a sense of fullness and the real sting I’d been dying for. “Yes—fuck, yes.”
A rotation of his hand rubbed fingertips over my prostate, and I cursed, writhing on the bed.
“Please, Jamie,” I gasped, shuddering as he continued to work me open. “I—I promise I’m ready. Want you so bad.”
He kissed my thigh, easing his hand from between my ass cheeks.
A snap of the cap tightened my stomach, and my hole clenched over the emptiness.
Please, please, please.
The sounds of wet fist-fucking kicked my already heightened pulse into overdrive.
Jamie lifted his gaze to my face and shifted closer, the tip of his dick gliding over my pucker.
