“Okay. Just remember”—he dropped a hot kiss over my spine, and then another on the small of my back—“don’t let go.”
I yelped when he playfully bit the flesh of my ass, but kept my promise, which was fortunate, because when the wet and slippery head of something slid between my legs and then the buzzing started again, I just about shot out of my skin. Only my grip on the headboard kept me on this planet.
Mike’s dark chuckle was thrilling, and it was a good thing I didn’t fake things to please men anymore, because there wasn’t much I wouldn’t do to hear that again.
He kissed the spot on my cheek he’d bitten and increased the vibration. It was—god, shit, fuck, so good—the wand which he’d prepped with something slippery. Although I was slippery enough now that I was basically a water park.
I moaned, my hips starting a restless churn. I wasn’t expecting Mike to keep lavishing kisses over my shoulders and down my spine, and I definitely wasn’t expecting the hot swipe of his tongue up my seam. I grunted—grunted—and the words that fell out of my mouth were some combination of more, harder, and don’t stop.
He didn’t. He played with the settings of his tool, pushing me further and driving me mindless with need. Each time he paused and changed the pace, I tried to brace myself. But there was no amount of bracing that could help once he used his free hand to spread my cheeks and his hot breath blew over my warm, swollen center.
“Please, Mike, please.”
He kissed my pussy leisurely, lavishly—like he had all the time in the world. He licked up and down my slit, savoring me like he did his favorite ice cream.
I was in tears now, incoherently begging for him to enter me. There was no way his tongue could be sufficient stimulation, I wanted fingers or his cock, or something more than tongue—yet at the first press of his tongue to my needy ring of muscle, I detonated like a bomb. Mike dropped the wand then, using both hands to pull me to his mouth, tongue fucking me through the shuddering sensations.
I held onto the bed for dear life as I shook and came. As my trembling began to subside, his licks got longer and wider, until he wasn’t just soothing my pussy, he was treating my whole body as his, licking me everywhere. I was too horny to give a fuck—the man had denied me his cock for too long and I was done.
The confidence of one successful orgasm, and the certainty there was more waiting in the wings, made me bold. I twisted my legs, and in a movement that almost definitely did not look not as coordinated as it felt, I rolled over so I was on my back underneath him. After tugging off and throwing away the mask, I pulled him to me and kissed his pecs, his sternum, his belly, and wiggled down the bed, until I could finally, finally get my mouth on his cock. Mike was gripping the headboard now, and I heard the wood protest as I took his thick, weeping head into my mouth.
This I was excellent at, and I knew it.
“Fuck, Lyssa!”
Propping up on my elbows, I relaxed my throat and encouraged him to move his hips to fuck my face. Above me, I heard more swearing. I didn’t have the patience for long, leisurely sucks—I wanted him as mindless as he’d made me, and I wanted it now. I bobbed over his cock like it was my job, taking him deep and holding him there as long as I could before releasing him with a gasp and a wet pop.
“Lyssa, damn, you could warn a man?—”
I didn’t. I pushed him until he fell back onto his silly flat pillows and I could mount him. Sitting behind his dick, which shone with his precum and my saliva, I watched his cock throb and twitch, feeling as proud as I was eager.
“Hang on. Condom.”
He was so discombobulated he dropped the first condom he opened. This made me very pleased with myself—and glad he had a whole strip. He got the second open and on correctly. Having caught his breath while he did, Mike had his easy confidence back now. He put his hands behind his head and leaned back against the headboard to grin at me.
“Go on then, Princess. Put my dick where you want it.”
It felt unhinged to even think this, but I wanted it literally all over me. I wanted to rub it over my face and lick him some more, I wanted to wrap my hands around him and pump, and I wanted him to slide in everywhere he would fit. The man had made me some kind of sex maniac. And I loved it.
But riding him made the most sense right now. Gripping his cock in my hand, I rose up on my knees, hovering above him. One of his big hands ran up and down my thigh, soothing me as much as he was stimulating me. His eyes were hot and fixated. It made me feel powerful and strong.
I put his head at my entrance and sank down by degrees.
“Fuck!” He threw his head back, banging it on the headboard. I gasped and made to get off him, to reach for his head, but his hands locked on my thighs, tugging me back down.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growled. “Keep taking this dick, Princess.”
I twisted my hips experimentally, liking the way it made the tendons in his neck tighten. It was a stretch to take him, but a delicious one. Inch by inch, my body claimed his, just as I was claiming the man himself.
I was wet from my own moisture and the lubricated wand, which eased things. When I sank to the hilt and his hips met my thighs, we both moaned. I took a moment to adjust to being filled like this. He waited, taking his cues from me, and when I felt ready, I gave a little roll of my hips, instantly gratified by the answering flutter of his eyelids.
I was going to ride this man to petit mort, and take everything he offered.
I plucked one of his hands off my thigh and rearranged it so he could thumb my clit, showing him the motion I wanted. I was not going to waste any more time in this life by not asking for what I wanted. Now that I knew sex could be good, I no longer felt any compunction about asking for what I needed to enjoy it.
Mike thrust in time to my rolling hips, and the rhythm of his thumb was perfect. When I was ready, I pushed his hands away and rode him like I’d dreamed of, using the angle to keep attention on my clit. He met me, stroke for stroke, and incredibly, we found our pleasure together, him with a hoarse shout and a grab for my hips, and me with a tight spasm that crested hard and fast, leaving me boneless when it finished. I fell forward and Mike caught me, wrapping me in a close embrace, kissing my forehead. He was murmuring something, but I don’t know what. I could barely hear or see, but I felt wonderful, like a floating cloud of magical sunshine sparkles.
Mike passed me the water bottle, and I was glad now it was uncapped. I chugged half of it without getting up off his chest. He finished the rest.
