I relish each swipe of his tongue. But the way my skin feels under the aggressive squeezes and rubs of his fingers adds a whole new sensation. Usually, I’m grappling just to reach an orgasm with a man. This time, I’m fighting for my life not to finish too soon. I guess soft hands just don’t do it for me. I crave his roughness.
I want this to last longer, but I’m not the one in control here.
“Are you still going to be fighting me every day after you come on my mouth?” Warren asks between brutal licks. One of his hands releases my thigh and he thrusts two of his fingers right into me with no sense of caution. In tandem with his curling fingers, his tongue finds its way back to my clit.
“Hmm?” he hums with his lips around me, sending what feels like an electrical current through every inch of my body.
My brain is barely functioning, but a quick thought enters my mind when I see him lift his head and smirk in reaction to how I’m writhing beneath him right now.
Before his head disappears between my thighs again, I clench a handful of his hair and pull hard, forcing his hungry gaze to mine to make sure he’s listening.
“What if Idokeep fighting you?”
When he doesn’t respond right away, I let go of his hair and bring my hand up to my brow, half wiping the sweat away and half covering my eyes from staring at him between my legs.
For a moment, we’re silent. But after he kisses me on the inner thigh and I can’t help my traitorous body from melting under his touch, I look back down at him.
“Keep hiding all you want, Savvy girl. Push me away. I’m a patient man. I’ll earn you.”
He places another kiss against my skin, this time on my other inner thigh. I realize that I’m smiling. And slowly losing the last shred of my ability to resist his charm.
“Not before I suck this orgasm out of you and then blow all over your stomach, though,” he clarifies with an aggressive growl.
It’s his filthy promises, a curl of his fingers, and one strong pull of my clit into his mouth that does me in. I know he feels it because he groans and his hand that’s not currently finger fucking me goes straight down to his belt.
I thought that by the time he shoved his pants down and rose to his knees, I’d be coming down from it, but the pulsing current through every nerve ending in my body surges on and refuses to stop. Even when I force my eyes open to see one set of fingers still buried inside of me and the other stroking his thick cock.
It’s not humanly possible. It’s biologically unfeasible to be that fucking sexy. I ride out the final waves of my orgasm while staring in awe at the deep valleys of hard muscle on either side of his hard length.
With only a few more strokes, ropes of his cum paint my bare stomach. The sight is salacious and mesmerizing and I can’t help but lift the small of my back from the couch, arching into every last drop.
“Fuck,”he groans, finally taking a second to catch his breath and slow his movements. “Look at you.” His tongue rolls over his bottom lip. Is he still tasting me?
I sit up slightly, putting my weight on my elbows. It’s then I realize that his fingers are still inside of me. As he slowly and carefully pulls them out, I wince. Not from pain. But from the clouds disappearing in my head.
In sobering awareness, I stare at his fingers coated in my wet arousal and then at the evidence of his across my body.
Oh . . . ohgod.
I collapse back to the couch and cover my eyes with the nearest pillow.
“Hey.” The cushions shift beneath us, and it sounds like he’s pulling his jeans back on. “Don’t freak out?—”
“Okay,” I mumble into the fabric of the pillow.
And how exactly am I supposed to not do that after the most gripping and violent orgasm I’ve ever had? I feel stripped bare to my core, lying here suffering through my internal thoughts and desperately plotting how to rebuild the force field around myself that this man just obliterated.
I squeeze my thighs together, willing them to stop shaking.
Slowly, he grabs the pillow on my face and removes it from my grasp. Then without another thought, he touches me at the base of my neck and trails his fingers over my chest, the valley between my breasts, and through every streak of his cum on my naked body.
He’s swirling it around like it’s a damn finger-painting art project. It tickles and my mouth opens in a wide grin. He did what I think he was trying to, which is break up the war going on in my head and remind me he’s not letting me fight that battle right now. Not after what we just did.
“You’re fucking sexy, Savvy.”
He bites his lip and I start giggling when his fingers dust over the sensitive spot next to my hip bone.
“Don’t smile and laugh like that when you’re covered in my cum,” he smirks. “Or I might start to think you like it.”
