CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO #2
His mouth found my clit and sucked. I inhaled a sharp breath and gripped the bedspread on either side of me until my knuckles ached.
“Can I … can I stick a finger in your ass?” he asked, flicking my clit with his tongue.
I lifted up onto my elbows and he glanced at me from where he was perched between my legs.
“You can say no.”
“I …”
“I’ve been doing some reading.”
“Reading?”
“Research, really. On oral sex techniques and how to enhance a woman’s pleasure.”
I lifted my brows in surprise. “Seriously?”
“I never do anything half-assed. I aim for perfection and one hundred percent satisfaction.”
That made a smile tickle my mouth. “I almost thought you were going to say customer satisfaction.”
“I almost did. But then that would make me sound like a gigolo. And you haven’t paid me a dime for my services, lady.”
I fell back laughing as he shouldered my legs wider apart.
Even now, as I was on the precipice of an orgasm and his lips and chin were shiny from my arousal, the man could find a way to make me laugh.
Find a way to make me relax even more. “Sure,” I said with a sigh.
“Never had a finger up there before, but I’ve heard it’s a good time.
Let’s see what your research says.” I lifted my head just long enough to catch him grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“I think you’re going to like it.” Then he dove back in.
While sucking on my clit like it was an Everlasting Gobstopper, and sliding two fingers into my pussy, he pumped and sucked in a rhythm that had my thighs shaking.
Then he encouraged me to lift my butt a little and relax as he slowly slid one finger into my tight hole.
It hurt just a smidge at first, probably because I was tense and refused to loosen up.
But after a few swirls of his finger, gathering lubricant from my pussy, and some deep breaths from me, he managed to slide inside and there was no more discomfort.
Then came the magic.
With a finger in my ass, two in my pussy, and his lips sucking hard on my clit, I was feeling things I’d never felt before.
New erogenous zones were being woken up.
My thighs trembled on either side of his head as he worked his fingers in and out, back and forth, rubbing them against each other inside of me.
“Jesus,” I moaned.
“Not Jesus doing this to you …”
Fucking hell, he was funny.
“You’re going to come in my mouth and then on my cock. Got it?”
Where the heck did this bossy, dominating side come from? Was that part of his nighttime reading too?
Tell her when and where she’s going to come. Women like that.
While I couldn’t speak for all womankind, this woman sure as hell liked it. I would do as I was told, like a good girl, and come in his mouth, then come on his cock. Two orgasms during what was supposed to be a quickie nooner? Sure. Why not?
He continued with the perfect rhythm of his fingers, sliding them in and out of me as he sucked my clit until I thought it might fall off. I was close. Really freaking close.
But then he did something else. He pressed up with his fingers in my pussy, and I suddenly felt the need to pee, but also explode into a million tiny pieces.
“Wh-what’s that?”
“G-spot,” he said, not stopping.
“Fuuuuck …” My fingers tightened in the duvet cover as he sucked harder and pressed up harder on that special little button I’d never even found.
I ignored that urge to pee and focused on the other sensations.
On the pressure and the way a newfound heat spread through me from where his fingers were.
I could feel the climax building. Like a tsunami gaining momentum at sea, pulling back before it rushed the shore and devastated everything in its path.
My knuckles cramped, but I didn’t care. I focused on what he was doing and how unbelievably well he was doing it.
The tidal wave was getting closer to the beach now. It was big and mighty, unforgiving and going to drench everything. I feared for my life.
Then he took a deep breath, pulled my clit back into his mouth and sucked again—and the wave reached the shore and beyond.
My body exploded from the inside out as that tidal wave of pleasure crashed through me with overwhelming force.
Everything in my body went rigid, my back arched and my hips lifted, pressing my pussy even more against his face.
I wasn’t sure he could breathe, but it wasn’t my responsibility right now to tell him to come up for air.
His finger on my G-spot wiggled and pressed, heightening and prolonging my orgasm until I thought I might pass out.
My toes curled, my fingers tried to shred the fabric of his bedspread, and my chest heaved with each ragged breath.
I wasn’t sure how long it went on for, but eventually everything that goes up must come down—including my hips.
I exhaled long and slow as my muscles loosened and relaxed.
My fingers released their death grip on the duvet cover, and I allowed the aftershocks to ripple through me as I attempted to collect the millions of pieces of my soul that had just gloriously shattered.
Gently, Lennox pulled his fingers free and released my clit. I vaguely recalled the sound of him standing up, and of a sink running down the hall. I didn’t move.
I couldn’t.
A soft, low rumble of a laugh was the only indication that he was back in the room. “You going to be able to stay awake?” he asked, grabbing me by the hip and rolling me onto my belly. I flopped over like a ragdoll.
“I am dead,” I murmured, my cheek against the bed. “Wonderfully deceased.”
“Well, resurrect thy self. We’re not done. On your feet like a good girl.” I lifted my head and craned my neck around to give him a look. He was all hooded eyes and confident smirk.
I pushed my hands into the bed and rose to my feet, keeping my body bent at the hips. He angled his cock at my center from behind and eased inside.
“I want to use your pigtails,” he said, starting to slowly move his way in and out of me. My body was still swollen and recovering from the tsunami, so my thighs began to shake.
“Okay,” was all I could muster.
He gathered my hair into his hands, and using them almost like horse’s reins—which I could admit was pretty hot—he proceeded to thrust back and forth. Thank god for the bed as a place to plant my hands. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had the strength to stay standing up on my own.
Back and forth he filled me, stretched me, and made the stars flicker behind my closed eyelids. I wouldn’t last long.
He transferred the braids to one hand and curled himself over my body, maneuvering his hand between my legs. His thumbnail scraped my clit, and my knees threatened to buckle.
“I’ve got you,” he said next to my ear.
I relaxed into his arms and just let him mold my body how he wanted.
Let him take me. He went deep and hard, and I was here for every second of it.
My legs continued to shake with each thrust, and when he waggled his thumb across my clit, I was pretty sure I died for half a second.
I certainly couldn’t hang on any longer.
My fingers curled once more into the duvet, and I leaned forward until my forehead met the fabric as well. My body stiffened and the orgasm took hold.
“That’s right,” Lennox grumbled, giving my braids a little tug. “Good girl.”
Fucking hell. I never thought I’d enjoy being called a “good girl” before, but when it was him saying it, because I was coming hard on his cock, I was a goner for it. Yes, please. May I have some more?
“Oh god,” he groaned a moment later, pausing his thrusts as his cock began to pulse inside of me. I was still midway through my own orgasm, but did my best to squeeze my pussy muscles around him.
He curled himself over me a little more, tugged on my braids a tad harder and gave my clit one final flick with his thumbnail before really letting his own release ransack his body.
I stretched my fingers to relieve their ache at the same time Lennox let go of my hair and stood up, pulling his cock free. He pressed a quick kiss to my spine before retreating to the bathroom.
I took a moment to collect my thoughts, the scattered fragments of my soul, and let the blood return to the parts of my body that needed it the most. Just as he returned, I was clasping my bra behind my back.
Not saying a word, we gathered our clothes and redressed. Only once there was no risk of a round three, the fabric barriers securely in place between us, did he wrap his arms around my waist. My arms looped around his neck, and I grinned up at him.
“So, you like a finger in your butt?” he asked.
Heat instantly filled my cheeks.
“Aw, you’re so shy about it now.”
“This is just a new side of you I wasn’t expecting.”
“You like it though? I feel like I’m finally able to enjoy sex and embrace things I never even considered before. But if there’s anything you don’t want to do or try, just let me know.”
I couldn’t bring myself to look at him as I said the next bit. I focused on the framed basketball jersey on the wall. “I did like it when you pulled my hair and called me a good girl.”
“Yeah?” His finger found my chin and he turned me to face him.
I blinked and nodded. “Yeah.”
“And how about the finger?”
“It was … not bad.”
“I’ll take that. And the G-spot?”
“Wow.”
“You came pretty hard, huh?”
“I think I died for a second.”
His chuckle warmed me in all the right places. I lifted up onto my tiptoes and pressed my mouth to his, and he tightened his arms around me. I tightened mine.
We kissed for about half a minute before I reluctantly pulled away. “You need to get back to work. And so do I.”
With a sigh, I nodded. “Fine.”
He grabbed me one more time and growled before pressing a passionate kiss to my mouth. “If this funfair ends at a reasonable time, how about we get together for round two?”
My pussy fluttered. “Just try and stop me.”