His mouth followed his fingers and with every nip and suck, Laurel’s hips bucked and breathy gasps came from her lips. He rolled her other nipple between his fingers and she cried out, raking her fingers across his scalp. He slid a hand over her stomach, reaching the button of her shorts. Buttons, apparently, he could undo, and as soon as he did, his fingers were gently pushing at the outside of her wet lacy underwear.
God, she was wet.
Laurel shimmied her hips and pushed her shorts and knickers down, opening her legs wider so he could have better access to her. He bit down on her nipple as he slid a finger inside, then another, and she groaned deeply. But when his thumb pressed lightly on her clit, she cried out and flung her head back against the wall, gasping for air. Nate trailed his tongue down her stomach, keeping his fingers working in and out slowly, and his thumb rhythmically circling those nerves, until he reached his knees. He undid his trousers to release his hard (and huge) cock (how was that ever going to fit inside her?), and looked up at Laurel as if asking for permission.
Oh god, yes. Yes.
Stroking his cock with the same rhythm as his fingers moving inside of her, he leaned forward.
First it was a long lick from where his fingers still curled inside her, pressing against somewhere she’d tried to find, but never had before, up to where his thumb had been. He was rewarded with a loud groan and her bunching his hair in her fist. Concentrating on that bundle of nerves, he sucked and licked, kissed and stroked. Murmurs of ‘so good’ and ‘mmm’ reached her, but she couldn’t process it, the pressure was building inside her and all she could do was grip his hair tightly and breathe, breathe, breathe.
Her legs began to tremble and he pressed into her more and more, devouring her. He was so greedy.
‘Nate, Nate,’ she breathed. ‘Stop, stop.’
He looked up at her sharply, stopping everything.
‘What’s wrong? What did I do wrong?’
‘Nothing.’ Her throat bobbed in a long swallow as she regained her composure, trying to pull herself together. ‘If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.’
A smile spread across his face.
‘Baby, that’s the idea.’
Nate adjusted himself on his knees and went back to work.
‘This is for you,’ he breathed against her wetness. ‘I want to feel you come undone… on my fingers… on my tongue… I want to taste your pleasure.’ He licked her languidly every few words and with a gentle scrape of his teeth, her legs quivered and shook. She couldn’t keep herself up. She was buckling. Nate let go of his cock to wrap his arm around her, keeping her upright. His fingers curled inside of her, and he flicked his tongue over her clit once, twice, then sucked.
Laurel cried out as she shattered around him, legs shaking and core clenching, fingers pulling at his hair.
His tongue was relentless in working her through her orgasm until she wilted, spent and sated.
Nate kissed just below her belly button and gently took his fingers out of her. She was gasping for breath, but he wasn’t finished yet. Hoisting up his trousers, he stood and scooped her up, one arm under those shaky knees and another around her back.
‘What are you doing?’ she whispered, voice raspy from her orgasm.
He kicked open the door to the bedroom.
‘I’m taking you to bed, baby,’ he said, laying her gently on the duvet cover.
Laurel fiddled in the bedside table while he got rid of his trousers and pants. With her hair splayed across the pillow she was a goddess, satisfied, relaxed, and completely his.
‘What are you looking at? Get over here,’ she said, voice dripping honey, condom between her fingers. Kneeling next to her, with his cock pointing proudly upwards, she explored, her fingers working up and down, around the smooth head, stroking from base to tip. He trembled at her touch and she smiled at the amazement that she could make him shudder like that.
‘Laurel,’ he ground out. ‘I can’t wait anymore. I want you.’
She ripped the wrapper and knelt up to kiss him hard on the mouth. She rolled the condom down his length, then squeezed his balls lightly in her hands. He moved over her and settled gently between her legs.
‘I’ll be slow… I want to remember… savour everything.’
She guided him to her entrance, canting her hips up to meet his and he pressed in, holding himself up on his elbows, moving steadily, slowly. God, yes. This was everything, she was full and needing, and pulled his lips down to hers, desperate for him. He skimmed a hand down her side, over her hip and hooked her leg over his back as he picked up pace.
‘I can’t… hold back,’ he said into the crook of her neck.
‘Then don’t,’ Laurel nipped at his neck, scratching her nails lightly down his back.
He rolled them slightly and bent his knee, angling her so he could sink into her deeper. Then he was faster and harder, saying her name over and over in breathy murmurs until he stilled, shook and shattered into a million pieces against her.
