Page 28 of Entertaining Distraction
Instead of attacking her with his mouth as she expected, Mike took his time, licking and sucking on her clit, driving her higher and higher. His finger continued to plunge in and out of her vagina. Charlotte’s hips undulated under his touch. Her breathing and moaning increased with every pass of his tongue. She was getting close, but she needed more—more than just her own pleasure. Grabbing his hair, she pulled his mouth off her. His gaze cut to her face as she clenched her thighs together, stilling his hand. “Get a condom from the nightstand drawer, Michael, and give it to me. The first time you make me cum, I want you to go over the edge with me.”
Desire raged in his eyes. Sitting up, he opened the top drawer of her nightstand. She saw his shoulders relax when he realized it was a new, unopened box. She’d actually gotten it the day after her birthday—it had been a very long time since she’d invited a man into her private sanctuary, preferring to play in the club. Her home was where she could sit back, kick off her shoes, remove her bra, and be a homebody with a pint of mint chocolate chip Häagen-Dazs. She had no desire to be a twenty-four-hour Dominant. There was too much stress and responsibility involved. Instead, she’d preferred to keep her three lives—a Domme, a parole officer, and an occasional introvert—separate. But with Mike, she found those three worlds merging, and she no longer tried to stop them.
Handing her a condom, Mike knelt between her legs as she sat up and ripped open the small foil package. She placed the latex disk on the tip of his full erection and slowly unrolled it down to the root of his cock. He twitched in her hands and groaned loudly at her touch. Lying back down, Charlotte set her feet flat on the mattress, and crooked her finger at Mike. Reaching down, she spread her labia apart. “I want you inside me.”
Grabbing his cock, Mike tilted it toward her slit as he held himself above her with a hand next to her shoulder. His eyes never left hers as the tip of his shaft speared into her, one excruciatingly slow inch at a time. Her walls quivered and stretched as they accepted him. When he was buried to the hilt, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her feet dug into his ass every time he thrust deep. The friction was quickly bringing her back to the peak of the sexual mountain she’d climbed just moments before. Charlotte wedged her hand between their bodies. The heel of her hand pressed down on her clit while she V-ed her fingers again on either side of his cock, extending the grip her vagina had on him. Her legs around him urged him to pump faster.
“God, woman, I’m not going to last long. You feel so fucking incredible,” he said with a gasp, and Charlotte was too close to nirvana to reprimand him for not using her title.
“I’m not going to last either.” Her walls closed tightly around him. Her mind had gone blank to everything but the pleasure he was giving her. When she knew the inevitable was near, she scored his back with her fingernails. “Cum with me, Michael. Oh, God, yes! Cum with me now!”
Her lover made one final thrust, and his body stilled as his orgasm overtook him. His release set off her own, and they both screamed each other’s name. Though Mike’s eyelids had slammed shut at the moment of impact, Charlotte had forced hers to stay open. He gave her everything he had, and she did the same in return.
As their climaxes faded, the tension in his muscles began to ease. He collapsed on top of her, and she willingly took his weight, even as she felt him rest most of it on his forearms which were on either side of her head. She reveled in the cocoon of his body as their lungs heaved for oxygen.
Charlotte couldn’t remember a time she’d orgasmed as hard as she just had, and she had a feeling it wasn’t going to be an isolated occurrence with Mike. He was still inside her, and she wanted him to stay there as long as possible—it was where he belonged.
