Page 89 of Drilled (Dad Bod Contracting 2)
I grasp his arousal, squeezing, halting in my strokes as his fingers find my ecstasy and drag it out of me, making me writhe, making me whimper, taking me to the edge within seconds and flinging me over, throwing me screaming his name into the throes of climax.
And then, once the waves of orgasm have subsided a bit, I’m stroking him again. I know how close he is, and I’m watching eagerly. I keep my strokes slow and lazy, but he’s losing it, groaning, thrusting.
“Oh god, Audra,” he growls. He tries to get up, tries to move. “I need you, Audra.”
I move downward, sliding my face across his chest and down his belly, and I taste him. Feel him slide between my lips, stretching my jaw. I taste him, flick my tongue against him, swirling, licking. He knots his fingers in my hair and his breathing catches, and he’s moaning low in his throat.
And then, abruptly, he pulls away. Rolls up onto his knees, staring down at me, breathing raggedly, chest heaving, saliva-coated erection bobbing and swaying and glistening.
“Franco, I wanted to—”
“Later,” he murmurs. “That’s not how I want this one to go.”
He lowers himself over me, and I spread my legs wide and reach for his face, guiding his mouth to mine, and as his body moves to cover mine and I feel his weight on me, I caress his cheek and bury my fingers in his hair. His lips slash across mine and I’m breathing him, tasting his tongue, and then I feel him against me, nudging, sliding against my entrance.
There is absolutely no hesitation. I know exactly what I’m doing, this time. I’m not lost in a haze of lust, and I know the potential risks and I don’t care.
I need him.
All of him.
Bare.
Now.
I notch him between my lips and thrust my hips up against him. I cry out as he fills me in a slow, burning, sensual slide. His moan matches mine, and then his mouth devours mine and I’m whimpering…sobbing, as we find our rhythm together.
I wrap myself around him, my arms clinging to his shoulders, fingers clawing into his muscle, my legs hooked tight around his waist, my face buried in the side of his neck, the salt of his skin on my tongue. I’m writhing, he’s pulsing deep, and we’re matching thrust for thrust and whimper for moans.
There’s nothing but him and me, and we are lost in a whirlwind of union, and all of our senses are tangled together. I feel only him, taste only him, hear only him, smell only him. I open my eyes and see his back arched and flexing, his buttocks tensing and releasing as he thrusts, and my own ankles locked together at the small of his back.
I seek him, and I find his mouth, and I kiss him as he comes. I swallow his desperate grunts, and kiss him through his cursing and I devour my name as it falls from his lips.
When he’s finished, he goes limp on me, but only for a moment, and then he tries to roll off me.
I cling to him and refuse to let go. “Stay,” I whisper. “I love the way you crush me like this.”
He pulls away enough to kiss me, and this time, the kiss has no end. It moves, it morphs into more than a kiss. He’s softening inside me as we kiss, and he’s leaking through me and I don’t care. I want all the mess we can make.
We kiss, and we kiss.
I could kiss him forever, until I’m breathless and my lips are swollen and I can’t breathe.
Then we roll together so he’s on his back and I’m straddling him. He’s flaccid, slick and sticky, and I take him into my hand and toy with him and play with him and tease him and stroke him, and he watches as I bring him back to life, stroking him to full hardness, and then I lift up and take him into me once more. He palms my breasts as they sway above him and I brace one hand against his chest as I ride him slowly, and with my other fingers I touch myself. His thumb takes over at some point, but I’ve lost all sense, only aware of the aching slide of him, at the throb of my orgasm as it rises through me. I roll my hips slowly, taking him in deep, long grinding thrusts. And then he’s grunting and moving and I’m whimpering and thrashing, and then I feel him throb inside me and he’s crying out my name and I’m screaming his as I come, and I feel him unleash inside me in a hot wet rush and I’m coming around him and he’s coming inside me and we’re lost in this together.
