Chapter 11 #2
My heart hurts a little for her at that thought, but I’m about to remind her, which leaves me one hell of an excited man.
I run my fingers beneath the hemline of her panties half covering those sweet cheeks.
They’re those smooth laser-cut edges that women say don’t show underneath your clothes, and whoever invented them can be proud of their work because I could not make out the line of them beneath her dress one bit.
“I’m going to change that.”
“Oh.”
“Get used to that word. I’m hoping you’ll be gasping it in a few minutes.”
I kiss her, ravaging her mouth while working my cock against her as my fingers skim over every available inch of her skin.
She melts into my touch, and the idea that I can’t actually fuck her has me itching to fuck her all the more.
Her hips roll back against me, and I grasp them to anchor me, enjoying the feel of how they undulate beneath my fingers.
We’re both panting, hot and fucking bothered, both of us trying to figure out who has the balls to cross the line first. I bend down and capture a nipple in my mouth, wondering how gloriously flushed she looks right now.
It’s going to have to be me. She hasn’t been touched in so long that I doubt she can even think right now.
I let my fingers trail along her belly as I lavish a nipple with my tongue, making sure to dip and tease along her waistband.
She spreads wider and leans back a smidge, granting me access, giving me that green light.
I let her nipple pop out of my mouth before moving to the other.
I graze my fingers along the outside of her panties, running them over the wetness seeping through the fabric and grit my teeth.
“So, so wet.”
I continue grazing, increasing the pressure of my fingertips with each pass down. Her little bundle of nerves perks beneath my ministrations, and her whimpers scratch at the most masculine part of my being.
When I slip my fingers underneath the hemline and slip them up and down over her wet slit, she lets out a shuddering breath.
“Time to take these off,” I whisper against her chest. A strangled sound reverberates in her throat, and I realize that she’s more than ready for me to do so.
I hook my fingers in the waistband, and she lifts for me to pull them off.
I stuff them in my pocket and open her legs back up.
The sound of her ragged breath has my heart pounding.
“I can’t decide whether to tongue-fuck you or finger-fuck you first,” I declare.
I bend to kiss her inner knee before grazing my knuckles across her mound.
It’s dark, and she has no idea what’s coming.
A lascivious grin cracks across my face as I enjoy the thought of making her guess. Fuck, I wish I could see her.
I kiss her other inner thigh, then run my thumb up the outside of her outer lips.
I bend to kiss her lower belly and trace her mound with my tongue, coming dangerously close to her clit.
She practically mewls in frustration, so I run my knuckles up her center, soaking them before ever so lightly tapping her clit with a finger.
She cries out as I trace the knuckles back down, and I blow a hot breath against her sex.
“How badly do you want my tongue and fingers?”
She huffs out a breath, her hips bucking against my knuckles.
“I wish I could see you right now. All worked up and panting for me.”
“Mark, please,” she begs, and I can’t deny her anymore.
When the first swipe of my tongue reaches the top of her clit, she cries out raggedly, reaching out to thread her fingers in my hair.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” I growl against her skin and dive back in, spreading her sex wide for me with my fingers so I can trace her innermost places with my tongue.
I make the rounds, exploring what kind of tension she likes until I find what makes her muscles seize tight.
Her legs are a trembling mess, and the sounds coming from her spur me on.
“Does that feel good?” I ask as I lightly rim her entrance with my middle finger, intending to draw things out for her. I trace up to her clit and circle it, enjoying how plump and ready it is.
“Mark, it’s so good,” she whimpers.
I swipe my tongue up the length of her again, then swirl around that bud with the tip of my tongue. She pants out a few staggered breaths. She’s fighting coming.
“Don’t hold back. I’ll make you come more than once, I promise,” I say as I clamp my lips back down hard around that clit and slide a finger inside her.
She gasps loudly, and her back arches so hard I’m scared she’s going to hurt it.
Damn it, why did I leave the lights off?
Her first orgasm in years and I can’t even see it?
I groan in approval as her inner muscles clamp down around my finger so tightly, I can only imagine how good it would look and feel around my cock.
She moans so loudly, if anyone comes back here, they’ll hear it.
I lap at her clit mercilessly as I work her through the high, enjoying how her fingers claw at my scalp as if she never wants my lips to leave her pussy, but the sensations are overwhelming.
“You did so good,” I praise her before sliding a second finger in. “That was just to take the edge off.”
“Oh, shit.”
“Think you can handle more?” I tease her, recognizing that she’s just understanding that she is going to be coming more than just once. That she’s allowed to come more than just once. Double fuck you, Eric. “Did he ever make you come more than once?”
“He didn’t care as long as he got what he wanted.”
“He’s a bastard.”
“Yes, he is. Why are we talking about him?” she pants out incredulously.
“Because he wasted your time, and I’m going to fix it by showing you how a real man puts it down.”
She whimpers again as I work my fingers in and out of her and circle her clit light as a feather with my thumb.
“Did he ever take this much time to warm you up, Firecracker?”
“No,” she says on a pant, her body starting to tense back up with a renewed sense of want.
“Put your heels up on the counter and spread your legs wider for me.”
I help her get them up higher, leaning in to steal a kiss from her lips. I grind the heel of my hand against her clit and curl my fingers inside of her. She cries into my mouth.
“I hate that I left the lights off for this, but I’m not fucking walking over there and leaving this starving pussy to turn them on. He sure as shit never did this for you.”
“No!” she cries out as the feel of her arousal is dripping around my fingers.
“You’re so fucking tight, Ava.”
“Yes.”
“So wet.”
“Y-yes!”
“So needy.”
“F-fuck,” she groans, grinding her cunt against my hand, and I know she’s on the edge again already.
“The lights will be on when I make you ride my mouth. If I die smothered by your pussy convulsing against my face, I’ll die a happy man.”
Her body seizes against me, and I swallow her cries with my kisses.
Her labored breaths satisfy me in ways I can’t begin to describe.
Ava sits forward and yanks on the front of my pants, searching for my zipper, and I smile.
She’s feisty, and I love it. I feel her slide off the counter as she pushes me backward until my back runs into the other counter.
Empty hangers clatter to the floor on either side of us.
I lean back and let her kiss my neck and chest as she works my pants down and my cock free.
I hiss as her fingers clasp around my bare skin.
“Take your time, I’m not going anywhere. I haven’t been touched in six months. Believe me, I’m not walking out of here.”