He caresses the outline of my tan with his open palm, then he slaps my ass. Hard. A blush rises in my face like flames. The rush of pleasure is immediate. I bite my lip against the moan.
“You like that?” he says, swiping a matching sting across the other cheek. “I can stop any time you want.”
I have never felt this fucking dirty, and I love it. Guys usually let me call the shots. They certainly don’t undress me in public and bend me over dressers and spank me for being horny, which in turn makes me very, very horny.
“Please don’t stop,” I say again. It could be my new mantra. I want everything this man can give me.
He sinks low behind me, kissing up my inner thighs, nudging my legs further apart. His tongue plays at my swollen center, alternating with his hand and his mouth.
“God you taste so good,” he says against me. “Do you have any idea how good you taste?”
He slides wet fingers up my body, hooking them into my mouth. I moan, sucking them instinctively.
“Answer the question, baby.”
“I can’t… think… when you,” I murmur.
He slips a finger inside me, moving slowly, licking gently. It’s all a tease. He’s found just the right spot, but his rhythm is too slow. Tantalizingly slow. I’ve already forgotten what the question was.
My legs are trembling with the absolute pleasure of it, but I realize belatedly that he’s not trying to make me come. I lift myself off the dresser with a low growl, pushing him back against the floor. He looks like he’s about to protest, and then I straddle his face. I have a moment of hesitation as I prop my hands against the bed behind him.
“Too much?” I say.
He grins, sliding his hands up my thighs and tugging me down to meet his eager mouth. “You could never be too much.”
I smile, because I love the sound of this. I move against his tongue, rolling my hips in tiny little circles. He groans encouragingly, until I am nothing but heat and pleasure and wanting. I’m so very close. My breaths are coming short and fast. Every flick of his tongue coaxes me closer to the edge, leaving every nerve in my body begging for release. I’m right, there.
Suddenly, he lifts me off of him.
“No, no, no,” I breathe. “Wait, I was –”
He tosses me onto the bottom bunk, and I sink back as he hooks my legs over his shoulders and buries his face against me. He’s returned to his original rhythm, tantalizingly slow. I whimper, bucking my hips against his mouth. I can feel him smile as he trails a hand up my body.
“You were what?” he says, licking me again. He pinches the hard peak of my nipple, sending a shock of pleasure through me.
“I was…” I pant. “Going to…”
He gives my breast a gentle slap before switching to the other side. The sting is subtle, bringing the blood to the surface. He teases the sensitive skin beneath his fingers while his tongue works against my clit. I’ve been reduced to nothing but need. I am coiled so tightly with it, all I can do is clutch his hair as I whimper. I realize there are actually tears rolling down my face, because this feels…
So.
Fucking.
Good.
Every nerve in my body is vibrating, and I’m close to outright begging, when he hooks two fingers inside of me, rubbing gently.
“Were you going to come?” he teases. I whimper again, because I can’t take much more of this. He tugs the hard peak of my nipple with his other hand. Aching desire has pooled in my center, and he’s found the exact spot to make me crazy. “You greedy, horny girl. You’re so wet. You need it so bad, don’t you?”
Yes, yes, yes.
I’m vaguely aware of him repositioning himself, rubbing his hard tip against me again. Up and down. I spread my legs wider, arching to meet him, begging him in. I feel him hesitate.
“Please,” I beg. “I have an IUD. I just need…”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes,” I breathe. I don’t get the second yes out. I suck in a sharp breath as he slides into me. He thrusts once, twice, kneading his thumb against my swollen center. The feel of him in me is too much. The force of my orgasm rocks through me, tightening around him again, and again, as he buries himself all the way inside me.