Page 37 of Flyboy's Nightingale
I hiss at him because I’ve tried most of that. “That’s just it! I’ve tried to do most of that. The only one that I haven't done willingly, or more than I absolutely have to, is putting myself in a large group of leather-clad men, or letting a man have his way with me.”
“That’s just it, Sunshine. You’ve done that and we’ve all seen that every time you’re around all of us you're less scared and more willing. I know that as time goes by, you’ll be able to hang out with all of us like it’s nothing. We just have to keep fighting,” Flyboy says as he kisses the side of my head, my cheek, and then my ear where he nibbles on it.
I don’t stop the moan or the way my back arches when his lips graze my skin. His touch sets something inside me on fire. A fire I thought was permanently snuffed out by all those other men years ago. Yet here he is bringing it back to life. Flyboy’s hand on my thigh tightens slightly just before he pulls my leg tighter into his body.
“Sunshine, I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to, but I need you to tell me when it’s too much.” Flyboy shifts his hips up for me to feel his hard cock.
I expected to be scared, angry, even disgusted. Only, those aren’t the feelings that are coursing through me right now. WhatI feel is passion, want, and carnal desire. I shift my legs wider allowing Flyboy to slip his hand down between my legs. His hand comes into contact with my hot, needy pussy at the same time Flyboy feathers kisses down my neck.
“Sunshine, you have to walk me through this.”
“How the hell am I supposed to get any words out when my brain is a puddle of mush?” I demand as his hand brushes against my aching pussy again.
“That’s going to be for you to figure out, my dear. Without words it all comes to a stop.” Flyboy groans, shifting under me again.
“I need more, Flyboy!” I gasp when the hand wrapped around my back reaches around and cups my breast.
“More of what? Tell me exactly what you need and that’s what I’ll do. No more, no less. That way, you’re in complete and total control,” he replies between kisses and rubbing on my needy pussy.
“I want to feel your skin on mine.” I cringe at my words because they aren’t sexy but filled with so much need that I’m practically begging.
“Take your shirt off for me, Sunshine!”
I lean forward enough to pull my shirt over my head, leaving me in my bra and pants. Flyboy runs his hand over my stomach and up to my bra covered breasts, at the same time, applying pressure to the throbbing ache between my legs. My nipples are so sensitive, that when he brushes over my right breast I groan, arching closer to his hand.
“Fucking, hell. You are the single, most exquisite sight I’ve ever seen.”
“Flyboy, I don’t know what I need. What I do know is that I need the pressure to go away.” I gasp, because the pressure’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
“I want to help you, my Sunshine, but I need you to tell me how. How do you want me to get you there?” he marvels, pinching my nipple through the lace of my bra.
“Oh, fuck, please, Flyboy, please,” I beg him, grinding my hips into the hand that’s close, but not close enough. “Put your hand down my pants and touch my pussy.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” he mumbles as he shifts me so my right leg is over his left knee, opening me up to him.
Flyboy continues his onslaught of kisses and massaging of my breasts, moving back and forth between the two of them, as he runs his hand up the seam of my pants. When he gets to the top of my pants, he rubs my stomach for a moment, making me self-conscious for a split second, until his hand disappears down the front and under my panties. When his hand makes contact with my soaking wet pussy, I moan just as he arches into me.
“Fuck, Sunshine, you’re so wet. It’s like you're practically begging for me,” Flyboy says into my ear at the same time he runs his finger over my clit.
I gasp and try to shift to get more pressure right there. Just a little more and I’ll shatter.
“That’s exactly what I need, Flyboy, please, just like that!” I urge him.
“Can I play just a little?” he queries, sliding his fingers back and forth, being sure not to apply the pressure that I need to lose it.
“God, yes! Just please, I don't know how long I’m going to last!”
“I know, Sunshine! I just need to know if your pussy is as greedy as you are,” Flyboy says, releasing my breast and using it to turn my head so that our lips can touch.
When the kiss starts I’m a little hesitant as this is only the second time that we’ve kissed. Flyboy uses his tongue to push past my lips as he slides one finger into my tight pussy, pullinga surprised gasp from deep within me. The tight control that I hold on myself and these desires that I came to hate most, snaps. I arch into Flyboy, allowing me space to pull my left arm up and over his shoulder, making it so I can grasp a fist full of his hair, keeping his kiss deep, and not allowing him to pull away.
The hand playing with my pussy rotates between rubbing tight circles over my clit and pushing in and out of my dripping pussy. Until I can’t take it anymore.
“That’s it, Sunshine, show me exactly what you look like when your man takes care of you. No one will ever hurt you again,” Flyboy growls, prolonging the most marvelous orgasm I’ve ever had!
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