“Oh god,” I mewl, my fingers trying to find purchase on his shoulders, nails digging into his heated skin.
He replaces his tongue with a thick finger, slowly pushing it into my throbbing core while his mouth latches onto my clit with mind-numbing skill.
After only a few torturous pumps, he adds a second finger, and I bite my bottom lip at the pleasurable stretch. He curls both fingers against the sensitive spot inside of me, and I feel myself drench his fingers. My orgasm tingles up my body, a powerful wave of need and desire.
“Kiss me,” I beg Huxley urgently before the feeling crests and carries me over the edge. “Kiss me.”
Huxley must hear the ache in my voice because he’s kissing me with devout passion mere seconds later, his fingers still pumping steadily inside of me.
I climax just as he slides a third finger alongside the other two, the fullness finally pushing me over. My mouth falls open on a long moan as he tugs my bottom lip with his teeth, his hips thrusting against my thigh.
His fingers turn, still deep inside of me, as Icome and I’m blinded with pleasure until finally I slowly float back to reality just as Huxley slips them out of my pussy.
He flashes me another one of his dark grins, and I can’t believe how beautiful he is like this, when he seems to have not a care in the world.
“You’re so wet,” he says with a sexy drawl, bringing his fingers up to my lips. “Taste.”
He pushes his fingers against my tongue, and I fight to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head at his lewd action. My core throbs with need all over again.
He kisses my upper lip just over his fingers as if wanting another taste. As if wanting to taste me at the same time as I am.
I grow desperate and claw at his jeans, needing them off immediately. Needing to wrap my hand around his cock. Needing to know andfeelhow aroused I’ve made him.
He lets out another teasingly dark laugh, and I feel undone. Splintered open.
He doesn’t break our kiss as he helps me with his jeans, pushing and tugging them down his legs. When they’re finally off, he pulls away. His thumb digs into the meat of my thigh before he fully straightens up, kneeling in between my opened legs.
I push myself up onto my elbows, needing to see Huxley naked, andgod… it’s better than I could have ever imagined.
The flex of his thighs as he leans onto his heels. The lean but carved muscles that can only be acquired by repetitive tasks of manual labor. The light trail of brown hair under his belly button leading down to his hard cock. Long and thick, and sofuckingerotic.
I swallow hard, craving the slow stretch it promises. I try to invoke how he felt the first time we had sex, but I’m having trouble recalling it now that I have him in front of me again.
He leans over and grabs his wallet, the chain connected tothe loop of his jeans. I quirk a smile when he pulls out a condom, refraining from teasing him that he’s come prepared becausethank fucking godhe did.
I watch with rapt attention as he rips the foil with his teeth and rolls the condom over his shaft. My heart kickstarts its drumming beat again, wishing I could speed up time and feel his cock inside me right this second.
My hand snaps forward, and I grab his arm, pulling him on top of me.
“Fuck me already,” I moan impatiently.
Huxley gifts me with another one of his teasing chuckles. The sound invades me as he kisses me. It’s a sloppy, hungry kiss as if we’re both trying to devour the other.
“I’ll fuck you anytime you want, baby. Just say the word, and I’m there.”
I hum with pleasure, feeling Huxley notch himself against my entrance as I wrap a leg around his waist.
“Is that a promise?” I tease.
“It’s a fucking vow,” he answers, voice thick with lust.
He says the last word at the same time as he punches his hips forward. His cock sinks halfway into my pussy, and we moan in unison.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his forehead falling against mine, then back up to look me in the eyes. He slides even deeper, my heel pushing into his ass, coaxing him on. “I thought I remembered how good you felt, but this is …” He trails off and shakes his head as if lacking the words to continue.
Instead, he slides his cock out up to the head and punches his hips so that this time he sinks to the hilt. The sound that escapes my lips is closer to a keen than a moan, my pussy fluttering around his cock, still so sensitive from my first orgasm.
I won’t last long. Not when Huxley’s body cradles me so perfectly, his skin so warm I feel lit up from the inside out.His hand slides up to my chest and gropes my breast with hungry possession as he pistons in and out. His mouth is just as hungry, his lips trailing down my neck and then back up my jaw.
