Page 127 of Right Man, Right Time
Squeezing.
“I love your tits, Oliana,” I say, my voice ragged from how turned on I am. “But I think I might love your pussy more.” I kiss my way back down her stomach, past her pubic bone, and right above her pussy. With two fingers, I spread her wide, exposing her clit, and then lower my tongue to just above it.
And I hover, letting her feel my heavy breath and the scruff of my jaw against her inner thigh.
“Silas,” she moans. “Please.”
I love how vocal she is. I love that she doesn’t shy away from what she wants but simply asks. It’s so sexy.
With my hand that’s not spreading her, I move it back up her body, and just as I pinch her left nipple between my fingers, I press my tongue against her clit.
“Oh my . . . fuck,” she says, her eyes squeezing tight.
From her delicious response, I do it again.
And again.
And again.
“More,” she begs. “I need more.”
I press my tongue against her slit and lightly flick at it, creating a vibration against the nub that causes her to release her legs and grip my head, her fingers digging into my scalp.
“Fuck, Silas. Oh my God . . . keep . . . going.”
I keep my eyes on her, watch her reaction as I continue the relentless pace, and as I see her body grow tighter and tighter and her breathing pick up, I know she’s getting close, so I lift, releasing her.
“No,” she cries and sits up on her elbows. “Silas, don’t do this to me.”
I reach out and cup her face. “Baby, where’s your vibrator?”
“In . . . in my nightstand,” she says, her eyes wild with anticipation.
I reach into her nightstand and find a purple vibrator. I switch it on to make sure it works, and then I say, “Hold your legs again.”
She does as she’s told, and I run the dildo along her slit, letting her arousal lube it up before I slip it inside her. She groans and tightens when I turn it on. I let the subtle buzz work her back up. Her eyes stay fixed on me, traveling down my chest to my abs, and right to my pants where my hard-on is pressing urgently against my suit pants. She wets her lips, and I know what she wants after this, but she won’t be getting it.
No, just this.
Only this.
“How close are you?” I ask.
“Very,” she squeaks out.
“Good,” I say right before I lower my mouth to her pussy again and press my tongue against her clit, flicking short, tight strokes once more. Her moans grow louder. Her body tenses. Her breath seizes, and her mouth falls open as a guttural moan spills past her lips.
“Fuck . . . fuck,” she says as her body convulses, and she comes.
It’s the sexiest thing, seeing how I can control her, how I can make her feel the most euphoric feeling anyone can ever experience. Her response was unlike anything Sarah ever gave me, and it’s made me feel . . . powerful.It also confirms that Sarah and I were so incredibly incompatible.But not this woman in front of me. We couldn’t be more sexually compatible.
I slowly pull away and turn off the vibrator, letting her catch her breath on the bed. I remove my shirt and then tug on her arm to lift her up. Her worn-out body allows me to put the shirt on, and then I kneel in front of her and button a few of the middle buttons before laying her back down on the bed. I hover over her and lean down to kiss her forehead.
“Happy Birthday, Ollie.”
With that, I grab my suit jacket, and without turning around, I head out of the door, praying no one sees me exit her dorm with a massive fucking erection. I’ll be dreaming about her all fucking night when I pleasure myself and deep into my dreams.
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