Hayes #2
She does it, and if she’s read my unspoken directions, her hand glides down slowly to swirl the tip of her finger in her own wetness.
Her inner thighs are glistening with her need, and I’m not a man who will refuse this woman what she wants.
I kneel in front of her and say a silent prayer that I can maintain the slow and deliberate movements without losing my control.
I press a fingertip against her center, her greedy pussy instantly drawing me in.
I use the wetness to part her lips, painting everywhere I want to lick, then follow with my tongue.
“Oh, God.” She sighs as my tongue breaches her opening and I coat my mouth with her.
The taste is exquisite, once again sweet and mild, the perfect combination to get me high on her. I press my finger into her dark heat and am rewarded with a moan as her muscles clench around me.
“More.”
Fuck. I withdraw and return with two fingers, her body lubing the way and not resisting this time.
I pump my fingers slowly as her hips begin to rock against my hand.
I trace my tongue through her lips, nipping and sucking before I return to her clit.
I keep a steady rhythm going with my fingers and tongue and within minutes she’s shaking, her body tensing and ready to make that leap into the pleasure that’s building.
“I want you to come for me,” I command. My mouth drops back against her and I suck her clit with precision focus.
“Yes, Hayes!” She clenches the duvet in her fists as her hips buck against me and her pussy squeezes my fingers. Warmth floods down my hand as I stroke her.
“That’s my good girl,” I soothe, my fingers gently massaging the inside of her.
Her head thrashes from side to side. “I need you, all of you, please. I want you inside of me.”
“Damn, baby.”
I pull my fingers out and stand. I gather her in my arms and kiss her flushed cheeks, her ruby lips and murmur into her hair.
“If that’s what you want, that’s what you get.”
I move her to the pillows and pull out a drawer on the nightstand to retrieve a condom. She rolls her head to watch me rip the foil open, pinch the tip, and roll it down my straining cock.
I climb onto the bed and pause. “We have to go slow, especially at first. Try to relax, even when it hurts,” I coax, my fingers playing in her slick heat as her hips roll against my hand.
“God, I need you so bad. I’m ready. I want you, now. Please, Hayes.”
She’s growing more demanding, her passion stoking the fire in her that cries out her desires.
I fit myself between her legs, dragging my cock up to her clit and back down to notch the head against her opening. She presses against me, impatient with need, and gasps as the tip slides in and stretches her tight pussy where I meet resistance.
“Breathe,” I say, both to her and for myself because I nearly pass out with the delicious tug her body is putting on me to bury myself to the hilt.
I circle her clit with a finger softly, giving her more than just my dick stretching her.
“It’s so big.”
She closes her eyes tightly and I can feel her forcing her body to relax around me.
When the pressure eases, I pull out a little and push farther in, feeling her membrane snap and the way clear.
I freeze, watching the surprise and bite of pain pass over her face, waiting for her to tell me to stop.
She takes a few deep breaths and nods, her hands pulling at my shoulders, forcing me closer.
I repeat the motions, giving her a little more of me with each exquisitely slow plunge inside of her body and she’s responding.
Her breaths are less strained, more pleasurable gasps as the resistance fades and she grows accustomed to my size.
“That feels so good,” she moans, shivering with the pleasure from my fingers on her clit and the feel of us together. She hooks a leg around my hips and pulls me toward her with a force I hadn’t anticipated.
I press all the way inside until our bodies are flush, my fingers circling her clit, and she cries out in ecstasy.
An orgasm cracks her open, her muscles squeezing me tight in rhythmic waves.
I drop to my elbows over her, my eyes screwed up tightly, and take in measured breaths to keep from losing it right along with her.
I feel her lips against my face as her arms wrap around my neck and open my eyes to see her pull back with a lazy smile.
“I want that again. More of you.”
A feral need to possess her, to mark her as mine, rears up in me and I answer it.
I lift off her and pump my hips, my movements more forceful, faster, full of heat and desire.
She gasps and tips her head back, her round tits bouncing with each thrust that rocks her whole body.
I strum her clit, then press and circle as I roll my hips with hers.
Her fingernails dig into my back where she grips me fiercely, the pain blending into the pleasure deliciously.
She’s meeting me with every thrust, her hips rising and pulling back in a desperate need to meet my intensity and soothe her own demons.
“It’s right there, oh God. Hayes!”
“Fuck, Paige!” I answer. Her body pulses and clenches around me.
I manage one, then two more strokes before I roar, straining against her, and coming as her pussy throbs in time with my cock.
Our ragged breaths ease slowly as I drop to cover her body with mine.
I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her scent and imprinting this moment on my brain for the rest of my life.
“That was amazing,” she gushes.
Her arms lazily wrap around my shoulders and hold me close to her body.
“It’s you who’s amazing, angel.”
I bury my face against her neck again and inhale slowly. She shivers at my exhale and sighs, the sound soothing every last nerve in my body.