20. Sawyer #2
I slide my hand down to her opening and push two fingers inside, reveling in the way she gasps at the intrusion.
I glide my fingertips along her wall until I find the spot that makes her moan the loudest. Gradually, I increase the pressure on her G-spot as I flick my tongue against her clit in the same rhythm.
Even though my jaw is getting tired, I press on, determined to make her fall apart for me.
“Holy fuck. I’m… I’m going to…”
The shock in her voice makes pride swirl in my chest as my balls draw up against my body, that familiar tingle growing at the base of my spine.
Seconds later she explodes, tugging against my hair as she gushes all over my face.
I follow right behind her, grinding against the mattress as I explode in my pants, shuddering between her thighs.
“Holy shit,” she pants. “I’ve never…”
“Is that the first time you’ve squirted?”
“With a partner.”
“Good. I’m gonna be the only person to make you do that.”
I lean down and kiss her pussy lips as I slowly withdraw my fingers.
“Don’t touch my clit.”
I press gentle kisses against her, careful not to touch her overly sensitive areas.
“It takes me thirty-seven seconds to come down from an orgasm before I can handle any kind of direct attention to my clit again.”
I chuckle against her skin. “How do you know that?”
“I counted.”
“Of course you did.” I climb over her, dropping soft kisses on her stomach before I flop onto my back beside her. She curls into my side, running a hand along my waistband, but I grip her wrist, halting her movements.
“I’m afraid it’s going to take me more than thirty-seven seconds to recover from the way I just embarrassed myself between your thighs.”
She pulls her wrist from my grasp. “Prove it.”
“Help yourself,” I say, pulling open the button of my pants.
Her delicate fingers work my zipper down as she leans up, hovering over me to pull my boxers down. “You really did make a mess in here.” Her eyes cut to mine briefly, a small smirk lighting up her face before she lowers her head.
“What are you…oh fuck.” The words are stolen from me when Raven’s hot little tongue licks the head of my dick. “What… uhhh… doing?”
Raven chuckles against my dick. “So that’s all it takes to shut you up, huh?”
“Apparently,” I rasp as she resumes cleaning me with her tongue.
After several minutes of the most thorough tongue massage, her head pops up. “You don’t taste so bad yourself. A little salty, a little musky, but it’s not overpowering. There’s a hint of something, though. Asparagus, maybe?” A coy smile lifts her cheek.
“Fuck off, it does not.”
“No, I know. Brussel sprouts?”
“Fuck, I love this side of you.”
“That’s a pretty strong word. Does your dick normally make this many declarations when it gets a little attention?”
“You trying to make me fall in love with you?”
There’s a slight blush on her cheeks before she drops her gaze. Fuck, I’m going to scare her off with talk like that.
Her finger traces under the head of my dick. “It is your dick.” There’s a hint of shock in her tone.
“Did you think I had someone else’s dick in my pants?”
She ignores my retort as I close my eyes, lost to the feeling of her hand on my cock. There’s rustling in the nightstand next to me before her mouth returns to my dick.
“I think it’s clean, but I’m sorry to tell you, no matter how much mouth-to-mouth you do, there’s no resuscitating him.”
She flashes me a feline grin. “There are other ways I can make you come.”
“You already made me come.”
“I didn’t. That was all you humping the bed.”
“Pretty sure it was the way you gushed all over my face when you came.” Warm hands cup my balls, and then she’s sliding off my boxers and pants.
There’s the click of a bottle opening, and then her finger slides back further, past my balls, pressing against a part of my body no one has touched before, and I…
don’t hate it. When she applies more pressure, I can’t contain the whimper that escapes me. “Fuck. What are you doing?”
“Giving you a prostate orgasm.”
“Oh, okay. Wait, what?”
Her finger breaches my opening, and I tense. She clicks her tongue, scolding me. “I need you to relax. Can you do that?”
Why is her condescension turning me on right now? And why do I like her finger in my ass? “Have you ever done this before?”
“Not on a person.”
My head pops up. “I’m gonna need you to explain that statement right now. What were you sticking your fingers in, and did you wash those fingers before touching me?” I break out into a shit-eating grin, and she cups my balls in her free hand.
“I’ve never actually tried this before, but I’ve researched it for my books. And my late husband described it in detail.”
“Not really…” She pushes in a little more, teasing me. “Not… answering my… question. Oh fuck. Fuck. What are you doing to me?”
“Found it.” She continues applying firm pressure to my inner wall.