Chapter 6
Six
Carly
Despite my taunting, I’m already hot enough to spontaneously combust. And if he doesn’t press his flesh against mine soon, I’m in real danger of bursting into flame.
After a minute of just looking at me—and driving me wild with desire—he slides a single finger underneath my panties. Slowly, he traces the length of my slit, making my whole body tremble.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “So fucking beautiful.”
I melt on the spot, a limp puddle of neediness. Desperate for release, I beg him to touch me again. “Please, William, more…pretty, pretty please.”
He chuckles. “Let me look for just another minute.”
“You’re driving me insane,” I whine.
He sits up so I can see his rock-hard erection. And oh, my…I want that. I want that NOW. I reach out a hand to touch him, but he moves away, the corners of his eyes crinkling with laugh lines.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “I just wanted you to see that you’re driving me insane, too.”
Unable to bear another second of this agony, I slide my own hand between my legs, pressing down on my clit with a forefinger.
William laughs. “I’m not sure whether to complain that you’re blocking the view or to beg you to let me watch you pleasure yourself. But first…” He hooks his thumbs around the waistband of my underwear and slides them down. “Mmmmm,” he moans. “That’s better. Now touch yourself.”
So, I do. Because there’s not a thing in this world that I’d deny William Jones.
And it’s fucking amazing, having his eyes glued to my pussy while I dip my fingers inside, knowing that I’m driving him out of his mind while enjoying my own pleasure. I’ve never felt more powerful. Like a fucking sex goddess.
I’ve never experienced anything like this. William was the best lover of my life, but we never did this as teenagers, always too whipped into a frenzy for much foreplay.
“Keep doing that,” William commands, lowering his head to join forces with my fingers.
The sensation of his tongue lapping at my fingers and folds takes things to a whole other level.
I gasp, so close to the edge that I can barely stand it.
I move my hands to his hair, bucking against his face.
He nuzzles against me, and his beard scratches against my thighs, adding another layer of sensation to my overwhelmed nervous system.
He sucks my clit between his teeth and my breath comes in raspy gasps.
The pressure builds, and I climb higher, and higher still, until I punch through the edge of the most powerful orgasm of my life.
Like Willy Wonka’s glass elevator shattering through the ceiling, I’m gone, so far above the clouds that I may never come back down.
William Jones is a drug, and I’ve overdosed.
Just as I accept that I’m lost to reality forever, and will never return to earth, I do.
And William is there, waiting for me, the sweetest expression of satisfaction and pride etched on his face.
“Fuck me,” I whisper. “Please.”
And without a moment’s hesitation, William Jones, generous man that he is, buries his cock inside me.