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The sound of him starting to lose himself does it for me. In that moment, I know exactly what he’s going to ask of me, I know that I want to give it to him, and I know we’re both going to enjoy it.
“Be a good girl and suck my cock,” he almost growls, knotting the fingers of both his hands in my hair, moving my head down. He doesn’t need to push, though—I go enthusiastically.
I moan when my lips wrap around him, when I feel the soft mushroom tip on my tongue. My mouth waters even more when I begin to move, sucking hard, cheeks hollowed, and he groans and cries out my name, telling me I’ve been so good and now it’s his turn to come, and he’s going to do it in my mouth.
“I’m going to make a mess out of you. And you’re going to fucking like it.”
I speed up my movements. His breathing speeds. I tighten my hold on his thighs. He tightens his grip in my hair. I moan around his cock. He groans when I feel him come, filling up my mouth. I try and swallow as fast as I can, eyes squeezed shut as I do.
It’s the first time I’ve ever let a man come in my mouth—I’ve truthfully never seen the appeal and have always thought it sounded disgusting—but something about it beingWillmakes it different. As I lick my lips while I stare into his low-lidded eyes, l think I’ve learned something new about myself.
He exhales once, whistles, and shakes his head in disbelief. “That was some high quality head…”
We burst out laughing like two idiots. Heart fluttering in my chest, filled with pride at a job well done and something else, I stretch my neck up to kiss him on the lips. It starts off slow, playful. But I’m still on my knees in front of him, wet and needy, and hearing him lose control has made it even worse.
He knows me, though. So he helps get me to my feet without breaking the kiss. And as he bites my bottom lip and tugs at it, he finishes removing his underwear, kicking them and his pants off without ever letting me go. He pulls away to take off his sweater, and together we unbutton his shirt at the speed of light. Once we’re done, Will throws me on my mattress and flips me onto my stomach. Before I even know it, my face is buried on a pillow, my ass in the air, slip all the way up to my waist.
“Will!”
He crawls up over me, kissing up my spine until he reaches my neck where he places a soft bite. “I got you,” he whispers against my skin. “You know I fucking do.”
He’s got me.
He moves away and the loss of his body heat is painful. I need to feel him—his weight, his scent,everything—just to breathe. Finally, his hands come over my cheeks and he parts them. But I’ve never felt more exposed. My legs shake as I wait in anticipation for what he’s going to do, for what’s waiting for me. I can tell he’s on the verge of losing control—and I want that. But I understand his hesitation.
His hands tighten around me and suddenly his tongue is there, running down the length of my pussy to my clit, his entire face buried in me from behind. I scramble to grip my sheets, my pillow—anything—searching for some sort of purchase before I melt into a puddle on my bed. He comes at me with more enthusiasm and hunger than I’ve ever felt from anyone before in my entire life. The way he tightens his grip on my hips, the way he makes himself more comfortable between my legs like he’s found his true home, his favorite place in the world, have me crying out his name into my pillow.
Desperate. I’m desperate. Desperate for more. Desperate for him to stop because it feels too good. I’m desperate for him to keep doing this forever for the rest of our lives. It’s light and darkness and silence and noise and pain and pleasure all at once. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted and everything I’ve managed to avoid.
My skin buzzes with the perfection of it all.
I feel my legs begin to slip, and Will notices, grabbing me by my thighs now, pushing my legs a little closer to regain some stability. “Just a little bit longer,” he says before groaning into my pussy. “Just a little longer. I need you to come at least a couple of times like this before I fuck you.”
I fist my sheets, moaning his name as I lose the ability to say a single word. The noises he makes as his tongue presses against my clit, two fingers deep inside, tapping at that one spot that makes me crazy, has me over the edge after just a minute. When I come, my neck snaps back as best as it can and if it weren’t for Will’s strong grip, I would’ve certainly toppled over. But he’s relentless, his tongue a champion performer, his grunts and growls the ultimate dirty talkers, and even though his fingers are doing a phenomenal job, they are reminders that when he does get to fuck me, it’ll be even better.
“It’s all good. It’s all so fuckinggood,” I manage to somehow moan.
His dark laughter against my pussy raises goosebumps on my overheated skin. “Yes. Yes it fucking is.” And without another word, he sucks my clit into his mouth, a steady rhythm building in coordination with his fingers that has me coming soon after it begins.
I’m poured honey on my bed as I slide down onto my mattress, exhausted and more than satisfied. Every nerve in my body is a live wire, too sensitive to be touched. But Will doesn’t hesitate, flipping me onto my back as if I were nothing more than a plaything of his. And I love it.
He kneels between my legs, pulls my slip off. And when he finally comes over me, Will licks the sweat off my body in one straight line from my bellybutton to my collarbone. He runs his tongue over my erect nipples, stopping to bite and suck and play for a moment.
“…perfect fucking tits, covered in sexy freckles… wanna fuck them so bad and…” he mutters, too low for me to fully understand, utterly lost in my body. He’s not talking to me, anyways.
I close my eyes and relish in feeling this wanted, in feeling this need I have for him be matched. His lips keep roaming, tongue keeps flicking, teeth keep biting.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks suddenly. “Because I need to come inside you.”
Heneedsit—simple as that. And who am I to deny him his needs?
“Yes,” I say with a nod. “Yes, I am. But?—”
“I’m clean,” Will rushes to clarify. “I haven’t had sex since my last physical. You?”
“I got tested after finding out my ex cheated, and even then we always wore protection. And haven’t been with anyone since then. Except for you, of course. So… I’m good.”
The dark and intense look in his eyes, a clear sign of hunger, is replaced by a soft smile for a moment, only to transition into one of determination. He kisses me and, in its urgency, it’s messy and wet and barely even a kiss. But his lips are there just the same as he lines his cock up to my entrance, pushing in just the smallest amount. I hiss, because even just the tip of his cock is wide enough to have me straining—especially after everything he did to me earlier today and just now.
