Page 70 of Only One Bed: Anthology Vol. 1
Well. Wet might be slightly underselling it. She was sodden, the material drenched through, and as he stroked her gently through it she closed her eyes and arched up against his fingers.
“Aren’t we greedy?”
Her eyes flew open and she looked at him in such alarm that his hand moved swiftly to cup her cheek. “No no, petal, that’s not a bad thing. I love how needy you are for me, how desperate.”
“Oh okay, that’s good.” Her hammering heartbeat settled back into its echo of the throb between her legs. “I don’t want you to think that I’m too much.”
He kissed her slowly and deeply. “You are perfect. My good girl. And if I make you greedy for me, then I’m very lucky, aren’t I?”
“Yes, yes you are.” Her mischievous laugh was cut short by a gasp that he elicited with a stroke. Just. There. “Oh, please. Please.”
Hands urged her hips up and soft fabric dragged down her legs and tossed aside. “Please? Please what?” Each word accompanied by a kiss on her inner thighs, getting closer and closer, and she moaned in frustration.
“Please, please kiss me.”
“Here?” He partnered the single word with a kiss just above where she felt her need thrum through her clit.
“Noooooooo.”
His chuckle had his breath dancing across her pussy and she arched up, trying desperately to reach his mouth. “Come on now, use your words. Where would you like me to kiss you?”
“Please please please kiss my pussy.”
“Good girl,” and with that his tongue licked all the way up her pussy, ending with a swirl around the sensitive nub at the top.
The noise she made then was somewhere between a moan, a gasp and a sigh of relief, and it seemed to galvanise him further. Each lick against her clit had her breathing quicker and quicker, the intensity of his touch making her spiral higher and higher until she found herself teetering at the very edge of something, reaching out for a release before he pulled back, dropping a single kiss on her glistening pussy.
“Wha…what?”
“Not quite yet, sweetheart.”
“But…” She was speechless, so utterly desperate to come and yet…
His hands skated across her skin, tracing patterns across her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, until they lay against her cheeks with his face close to hers. “If it’s too much for you, that’s okay, I promise I won’t be disappointed. All you have to do is give me the sign.”
She met his gaze, her body thrumming with need and the reassurance she saw there strengthened her resolve. “I think…I think I can take some more.”
This time, his lips stayed against hers, teasing and demanding, as fingers danced against her clit, in a rhythmic pattern that made her feel like she were a bass guitar he was playing. An instrument beneath his fingers, ready to sing.
He stroked her once more to a peak, and once more pulled her back from it.
It was almost too much, to be so mindlessly brought to the point of release and then left there, left dripping and aching and yearning for that moment when he’d take her, waterfalling down into bliss. And yet, she felt so free. No catastrophising thoughts crowding her brain, no panic pushing out peace, but this almost serene neediness. Wanting. She was at her most vulnerable, completely open to him, and yet she felt the strongest she’d ever been. She was strength and power and desire all in one, and as he slipped his fingers inside her, the come-hither movement stroking against her g-spot, she thought she’d shatter.
“Are you ready for me, petal?”
“Please.”
She followed his glance to the bedside table and nodded before he opened a drawer and grabbed a condom. And then his eyes were on hers as he entered her oh so very slowly.
She felt so full, so tight, so damn ready and as he began to thrust she found herself pleading again and again and again. The sweetness in his smile almost took her breath away and then his hand slipping between them to rub at her clit did exactly just that, stealing her breath and her words and pushing her higher and higher until “Come for me sweetheart.”
And she did.
She rode each wave that swept over her, gasping and writhing and coming beneath him, around his cock, just as he said she would, and as the peak seemed like it was coming to an end, he pushed her into another crescendo.
“I think you’ve got some more for me.”
He had her, a delicate, trembling thing, breaking in his arms over and over. Each wave taking her further and further away from anything other than this. This moment. She’d never before been so in the present, been so utterly in the here and now, with nothing else cutting in.
