“Spread your legs,” he instructed, his voice firm.
I obeyed without hesitation, the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.
“Wider,” he said before plunging two fingers inside me, deliberate and deep.
I purred with pleasure. “Ooh, shit.”
“Mm, shit. That pussy is tight and so wet for me,” Kareem murmured with an edge of satisfaction in his tone.
The sensation sent a flush of pride coursing through me. I squirmed underneath his weight just as his fingers withdrew, leaving me empty and desperate. Then, all of a sudden, he stepped away.
“Please don’t stop.” The words tumbled out, no longer able to contain the plea.
I needed him to take me, to obliterate every thought with raw, animalistic need. And I would do anything to feel him move inside me.
“Not yet,” he said, though his breath hitched, betraying his control. “I’ll give you what you need, Sawyer, but on my terms.”
I sat up on my elbows, only to see his back to me as he went down the hallway to my bedroom. I huffed. The wait was excruciating. I was ready for him to break my back—to punish it, to put me through the fucking couch. Alone, wet, and ready, mythoughts raced with the possibilities of pleasure that awaited. I kept my eyes fixed on the shadows against the walls, cast by the flickering candles, creating a sultry ambiance that matched the passion inside me.
Every second was agony, every touch a promise. I was laid bare, body and soul, for this man who commanded my senses with nothing more than a look, a touch, and a few slick ass words. And when he finally decided to end the torturous wait, I knew it would be worth every moment of sweet, unbearable anticipation.
“Thought I’d left you?” Kareem’s voice was low, teasing, as he sauntered closer.
“Crossed my mind,” I admitted, my voice a mix of annoyance and relief.
“Never. You’re too damn bad to leave hanging.”
“Then stop talking and . . .” I started, but his hand clamped over my mouth, silencing me.
“You said you masturbate, right?” he commented, holding my rose vibrator in his hand. “Let me see you play with it.”
“That’s what you left to go get?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“I thought you said you weren’t sniffing my panties.”
“Why sniff panties when I can have the real thing?”
Kareem handed me the vibrator before his hands skated down my bare chest, gently caressing my breasts. I felt my nipples harden like diamonds to his touch. He leaned forward, flicking his tongue across it. The roughness of his beard scraping against my soft skin hurt yet felt right. I arched my back as he made sure to give each nipple some one-on-one time.
He crouched in front of me and pulled me onto his face. “Turn the toy on and put it on your clit.”
I followed his direction and bucked forward as soon as I felt the dual vibration pattern and sucking sensation against my clit as he peppered kisses between my thighs. “Ooh, shit.”
I instinctively rocked the rose back and forth in the palm of my hand, gently pressing it against my clit until I found the perfect pressure.
My body jerked forward before tensing up. “Yes! Yes! Don’t stop, Kareem! It’s so fuckin’ good!”
Kareem’s feather-like tongue strokes edged me closer and closer to my orgasm. “Cum for me,” he commanded before spitting inside my pussy.
His fingertips drifted over my nipples, igniting trails of fire as the whisper-light caress of his tongue against my clit made me shiver in anticipation. He flashed his hungry eyes up at me as his tongue slipped and slid across my soft folds.
I kept my eyes trained on him with my mouth gaped wide open. “I’m fuckin’ cumming for you. Keep going. D-don’t s-stop,” I stuttered.
It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced—relinquishing all control, becoming nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure and mine. It was mind-altering, to say the least. He slid a finger inside me while I pressed and turned the toy against my throbbing clit, squirming against the couch. I was certain my neighbors could hear my moans and squeals through the walls, but I didn’t give a fuck.
“Oh shit! Don’t stop, Kareem! I can feel it. I’m about t-to?—”
