Page 70 of Worth Loving
Once he was gulping some air into his lungs, which made her want to laugh, but she didn’t, he pulled her up so that she was standing next to him. His hands made quick work of removing her clothes but keeping her glasses on her face.
She didn’t know why but wasn’t going to argue.
He said he found it sexy and why not do what he liked?
He leaned back down, and she spread her legs for him. “Oh man,” he said, “I’ve been waiting for this too. I couldn’t get it out of my mind.”
“Again,” she pointed out, “your decision, not mine.”
His thumbs parted her lower lips, his mouth dipped down, his tongue licking her up and down not missing one inch of what was exposed.
She was wide open for him, letting him take what he wanted, her not feeling the least bit exposed either.
He’d found her opening, his tongue darting around, then slipping inside as best he could.
Her hips were lifting and giving him better access, letting him go deeper. His thumbs started to massage her.
Then he found her nub, the rotation of his thumb slow and steady over it, her hips moving up at the same rhythm.
“Don’t stop,” she said, her breath coming out in quick gasps.
It just felt so much different this time.
Maybe because she didn’t have enough experience to know that it could always be slightly different.
Everything was building now. Higher than before.
More intense.
Her nails went to his scalp and held him in place, saying without words that right there, that is what she wanted. That is where she needed him to stay.
With this mouth. With his hands.
She arched up, screamed out his name, then fell back to the bed like a wet rag.
She had never felt so relaxed and drained at the same time.
“That was so worth the wait,” she said as she let out a big breath.
“We aren’t even close to being done,” he said.
“Don’t you have to go to work?” she asked, wishing that weren’t the case. But he’d come over dressed as if he were going to work so she knew he’d have to leave soon enough.
“I do, but not right away. It’s fine if I’m a little late. Remember, I’m not opening.”
“You won’t get in trouble?”
He laughed at her. “Hardly. No more talking. Not unless it’s telling me to go harder, faster, or fuck you more.”
“I can handle that,” she said as he went to retrieve his jeans from the floor, grabbed a condom, and then came back. She’d already scooted up to make room for him.
“Do you want the honors?” he asked, holding the package out to her.
“Sure. Anything to get my hands on you.”
He got up on his knees, straddled her hips, his stiff cock almost in her face as she opened the condom and went to slip it on. First she needed another taste, licked the length of him, then finished getting him ready.
He scooted down, got between her thighs while he was on his knees and picked up her legs by the back of her knees. She let him do what he wanted. She was just going to hold on for the ride and enjoy as much of it as she could.
