I don’t do this often. It’s just not safe with my lifestyle. I’ve indulged in more sexual activity the last few years than most men get in a lifetime, but I know enough to be smart. Careful. I always use condoms. I get checked out regularly—and I try to keep the really intimate stuff minimal. Kissing. Oral. The risk of disease is real and as much as I love sex, I don’t want to get sick. Or get anyone else sick.
I’m throwing caution to the wind with Summer.
Because I can’t help myself.
Because I want to pleasure her the way she just pleasured me.
Because I fucking love eating pussy.
Especially when it comes with a sexy, curvy woman who likes to receive and give.
The first taste makes my mouth water. The second draws a soft sigh out of her. By the time I slide my tongue along the seam of her sex, a moan comes from deep in her chest. And when I slip a finger into her warm, wet sex, her hips shoot up off the mattress.
“Oh shit,” she pants. “It’s been a while, Tate…it’s not going to take me long.”
“That’s okay, baby—do what you need to do. One orgasm won’t be enough. For either of us.”
She clenches around my finger, and I both feel and taste the arousal flooding my mouth. I want to draw this out, enjoy it, but I don’t think she can slow down any more than I could a little while ago. And sure enough, she presses herself against me, stiffens, and then lets out a cry as she bucks against my face.
“Oh. My. God.” She pants, her chest rising and falling. “I’m sorry—that was so fast.”
I chuckle. “Don’t apologize. I got off quick too.”
I slide up the bed and then cover her body with mine. “Can you get off this way? Straight missionary?”
She hesitates. “Not usually. Unless you’re really good at finding my G-spot.”
“Challenge accepted,” I murmur, kissing her. Her mouth opens immediately, like we’re already in perfect sync, and I reach over to where I tossed the condoms. Somehow, I manage to get the package open and slide it down my dick before settling between her legs. Her eyes are glassy, full of passion, as she stares up at me.
“Can I hold you down?” I ask softly. “Just your hands. Above your head.” We don’t know each other, not really, and it’s important to me that any woman I’m with is comfortable. Especially since most women can’t get off if they’re anxious about something we’re doing. And I plan to get her off at least once more.
“Mm, yes.” She nods, lifting her arms over her head.
I close one of my hands around both of her wrists and then slide into her with one firm thrust. We both moan as I bottom out, her pussy swallowing me right up and squeezing tight.
“Aw, hell, baby, you’re so tight.” I drop my mouth to hers, seeking out her tongue as we start to move. She wiggles beneath me and I watch her face as I shift slightly. I’ll know when I hit the right spot by the look in her eyes. The expression on her face. The way her body responds. It’s a pretty simple tell with most women—a lot of guys are just too lazy to bother.
I’m not one of them.
Canting my hips, I drive in more deeply, taking my time as pleasure washes over me. Physically, she’s the perfect woman for me. Large breasts, a perfectly cushioned torso, soft skin, and a pussy made for my cock. She envelopes me, squeezing, pulsing, little shivers making both of us react each time it happens.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I whisper against her mouth.
“You feel so good,” she moans, wrapping one leg around me.
“That’s my girl, nice and open for me. Show me the right spot, baby.”
She wiggles a little, even though I’ve got her completely pinned.
A few more strokes at a different angle and—there it is. Her eyes roll back and her mouth opens.
“Just like that?” I tease, nibbling her lower lip. “I feel you squeezing me, baby—tell me if this is the right?—”
“Tate!” Hips buck, her chest heaves, and she screams.
That’s it for me too. I’ve been on the brink pretty much since she asked me to come home with her and being inside her is nirvana. I got off twenty minutes ago and I still didn’t last more than five minutes the second time around.
“Fuck!” I pump into her a few more times and then collapse onto her. “You’re fucking perfect, Summer.”
