Page 46 of Latte Girl
I pull down on the waistband of his boxers until his cock springs free, and I have to take a second to do a double take. He’s gorgeous. I feel myself clench at just the thought of him thrusting himselfinsideme.
His grip on me tightens as I bend down to run my tongue along the length of him. Wrapping one of my hands around the base of his cock, I flick my tongue over its tip and then take him into my mouth, lowering my lips a half inch at a time, dragging out the motion and forcing himtowait.
His chest is heaving with ragged breaths now, and the awareness that it’smedoing this to him, that I have the power to make his body react this way, is the sexiest thing I’ve felt in a long time. Tightening my mouth around him, I begin to slide my lips up and down his shaft. I start moving faster, bracing one of my hands against his stomach, when I feel him sit up and place a hand on myshoulder.
“Get up here,” he orders, as I release him from my mouth and lift my head up to facehim. “Now.”
He pulls his jeans and boxers all the way off as I lay back down on the bed, the pressure between my legs now a throbbing ache. He kneels beside me on the mattress, running his hands over my entire body. He teases my nipples, brushes the insides of my thighs, touches everywhere but the one place that’s desperate to betouched.
“Please,” Imurmur.
He pulls my underwear off me, leaving me completely naked on the bed. I suck in a breath when the air hits my bare skin, sending my already supercharged nerves into overdrive. I don’t think I can handle being teased anymore, and Jordan must know it, because he runs a finger along the folds betweenmylegs.
“You get so wet,” he says, his voice incredulous, his eyes devouring the sight of me. “It’ssosexy.”
He shifts me around so that he’s kneeling between my legs. His fingers start to spread my wetness around, soaking my clit as he slowly circles around it until I start to shiver againstthebed.
We both gasp as he slides a finger inside me. I thrust myself against him, demanding more, needing to feel him fill me up. He slips another finger inside and starts to pull them in and out, adding more force with each thrust. I can hear how wet he’smakingme.
Then he leans forward until his tongue meets me clit, and this time I do scream, the entire world falling away as lashes of pleasure wrack my body, the mounting tension inside me throwing me intospasms.
When Jordan sits up again, I barely register what’s going on. Everything has gone hazy, the fabric underneath me slipping between my fingers as I clutch at the sheets. All I know is that the pressure of his tongue is gone and I need it back onmenow.
“No. Jordan. Please.” My voice is edged withpanic.
“Touchyourself.”
The part of my brain that can still hear tries to comprehend hiswords.
“Touch yourself,” he repeats, more urgent this time. The threat in his tone thrills me. His words tug my hand between my legs as if he’d grabbed my wrist and moved it therehimself.
I hesitate for a moment as a flicker of embarrassment rises inside me. I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone else before. I close my eyes and start to circle my clit, trying to fight the self-consciousness that threatens to pull me back from the edge I’m so close toreaching.
“Like you mean it,” Jordan growls, pumping his fingers in and out of meoncemore.
I look up at him. He’s staring at my hand working my clit like it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. I shift my gaze downwards and see that he has his other hand wrapped around hisstiffcock.
He slides a third finger into me and every last thread of composure, every bit of self-consciousness I’ve been holding onto,snaps.
“Fuck me! I want to come on yourfuckingcock.”
He groans, thrusting his fingers hard and fast inside me before pullingthemout.
“Keep touching yourself,” hecommands.
Shifting away from me and reaching for the nightstand, he pulls out a condom. After rolling it on, he positions himself in front of me. I close my eyes, a shudder passing through me as I get myself even closer tocoming.
He takes hold of my waist and drags me closer before grabbing my legs and throwing them over his shoulders. I feel him rub the tip of his cock over me before sliding himself just an inch inside. I moan, grinding against him until he pushes all thewayin.
“Fuck,” he hisses, drawing in abreath.
He starts to thrust, long and slow strokes that have me mumbling his name. He picks up speed, moving faster and faster until he’s pounding into me, my finger moving in furious circles on my clit as I clencharoundhim.
Then he shifts his weight forwards and starts hitting me even deeper, his cock pressing against a part of me that sends white hot streaks of light flaring across my vision. The fullness inside me tips me over the edge until the tension that’s knotted itself in every muscle of my bodybreaks.
Icome.
I come for what feels like forever, waves of pleasure crashing over me and dragging me down to somewhere deep and peaceful, where I’m only slightly aware of Jordan pulling my body to his as he finds the same kind of release insideofme.
