Page 103 of Promise Me Nothing
I groan, loving how she’s responding, loving the way she tastes, that bit of muskiness mixing with a peachy smell from the lotion I’ve been smelling on her all night. It’s heaven, and I’ll happily spend more time on my knees worshipping her if she’ll let me.
Sometimes sex can be hit or miss with a new person. Seeing her body light on fire, feeling the goosebumps covering her thighs that are exposed to the cool, damp, night air, watching her eyes glow and her expression morphing as she experiences the pleasure I can bring her… it satisfies something inside of me.
Something primal. Something dirty.
“Oh my god, Wyatt.” She cries out, her voice echoing off the walls and bouncing around the courtyard. I wonder if she realizes we’re outside, if she likes the idea that someone might hear her pleas. “Oh mygod.Don’t stop.”
I continue to lathe her with my tongue, stroke slightly against her core with my middle finger before I slip it firmly inside of her. She cries out, her mouth opening and her eyes wide. I feel a bite of pain as her hands grip at my hair. I savor the surprise on her face, contrasting so beautifully with pleasure. Almost like… it hits me like a bat to the face… almost like she’s never felt like this before.
I start to slow, my own emotions and fears coming into play as my mind races through the things she has told me about her past.
“Don’t stop, please, Wyatt,” she says, pulling me tighter against her. “Please. I’m so close.”
Shoving my wandering mind aside, I refocus my attention on getting her off, suddenly overcome with a desperate need to make sure she experiences bliss like she never has before.
My finger slides in and out of her, and she rocks against my hand, against my mouth, searching for the top of the peak as I continue to build her up. And then I feel it. That soft space inside of her body that she probably hasn’t ever been able to find on her own.
And when I find it, I press against it, stroke it over and over again, loving the words that are spilling from her mouth, almost against her will.
“God, Wyatt, please.Please. Fuck. Right… right… oh God. Ican’t… I… please.”
She’s almost mindless as I continue to torture that sweet spot, bring her to that highest peak, her hands dropping to my shoulders and her nails digging into me enough to leave marks.
But I don’t stop, and when I stroke her in just the right way, suck her just hard enough, she breaks apart. Cries out. Closes her eyes and soars over the top.
I groan, enjoying the look on her face, my fingers feeling the pulse of how she comes, my mind imagining what it would be like to have her squeeze against my dick like that.
I continue sucking on her softly as she comes down. Only once her breathing has slowed do I pull my finger out, kiss her on the thigh, wipe my hand discreetly on the back of her underwear, and let her panties slide back into place.
Then I stand, her dress falling back into place as she stays slumped lazily against her front door.
That satisfied look on her face, like she’s high on something, her pupils blown out and the tiniest smile… I delight in that look on her face.
Though I worry.
I can’t help but worry that I’ve done something I shouldn’t have. That I moved too far, too quickly.
“Was that okay?” I whisper.
This is a different version of me. A softer me. The me I was before Hannah would have assumed the woman enjoyed herself. Would have taken the nonverbals as the only necessary cues that she wanted what I was offering.
But with Hannah, I want that confirmation from her mouth. Want to know I didn’t push her too far, something I hadn’t even considered before I was already on my knees before her.
Instead of saying anything, she presses her head forward, her lips finding mine, her tongue dipping into my mouth. Searching. And fuck if it doesn’t taste so good.
My cock throbs.
We kiss for a while longer, a drunk kind of kiss, the kind you can only have after an intense orgasm.
It’s the most amazing kiss I’ve ever had.
“I can taste me on you,” she whispers, her head dropping as she nuzzles into my neck. “That was so amazing.”
I smile and wrap my arms around her, holding her tight against me. “For me, too.”
I feel her giggle.
“I’m serious,” I say, my hands coming up to hold her face, so I can look her right in the eyes. “Seeing you like that?” I groan. “God, I’m so hard.”
