Page 81 of Stroked Long
“I’m about to come after watching you fall apart on my tongue. I would rather come inside you than in your mouth.”
A shy smile appears. And thank God she is more than happy to make that happen, because I need inside her. Now.
I push her back down on the bed, scooting her back and positioning my body between hers. The tip of my cock hits her wet pussy, and it takes everything in me to not blow right there.
I cup her face with one hand and prop my body up with the other. Leaning forward, I take her mouth in mine and let my tongue once again explore.
Can she taste herself on me?
Can she taste how sweet she is? How addicting she is?
I sure as fuck hope so because that will not be the last time I let her come on my tongue.
Underneath me she’s so small, eclipsed by my muscular build. She’s petite, dainty, completely and utterly feminine in every inch of her body. I’ve never felt this consumed by a woman before. I’ve never opened myself up to a woman before.
I like it.
I’m becoming addicted to it.
To this connection I share with her, this burning desire to not only be intimately connected with her, but to be intellectually and spiritually connected as well. I want our hearts beating the same beat. I want our souls to meld together.
“Need to be inside you,” I groan out, just about to spread her legs more when I realize I don’t have a condom. I never carry them with me and going into tonight I never expected to end up here. “Shit, I don’t have a condom.”
“I have some in my nightstand. I’m also on the pill.” Her eyes seem to be smiling, shining at me, and I search her eyes. “I’m clean, Bodi, and I know you are. There is no doubt in my mind that you would be.”
Is she fucking serious right now?
I’ve never been bare with a woman, ever. The mere thought of having no shield between my Rubes and me makes my stomach flip with excitement.
“Are you sure?” I ask, hoping and praying she doesn’t change her mind.
She doesn’t answer. Instead, she reaches between us, circles my cock and positions me at her entrance only to move the head through her wet pussy.Shiiiiiit.
There will be none of that, not when I’m about to explode.
I growl close to her ear and thrust inside her, unable to control my need to possess her. We both groan from the smooth joining.
“Fuck me, Ruby. You’re so goddamn tight. I’m not going to last.”
“Then don’t,” she speaks through panted breaths. “Fuck me, Bodi. Let yourself go and fuck me.”
Going slow? Moving methodically in and out of her, twisting my hips ever so slightly? That had been my intention, but not after that command, not after those two little words popped out of her mouth.
Straddling her head with my palms, I lower my mouth to hers and thrust hard. I capture her gasp with my tongue and continue my pace.
Everything feels so real, so raw, so different, that I pump even harder to feel more, to see if there are any other sensations I’ve been missing by not being with this woman sooner.
And fuck if they all don’t explode right in front of me at the same time.
Pressure.
Pulsing.
Aching.
Throbbing.
Tingling . . .
