“Don’t hold back. I make you hard? You make me ache. Give me all you got. All of you. And please, don’t be gentle.”
His hands came back up and cupped her face. He captured her mouth in a kiss that slayed her senses. Ooh, yesss! It wasn’t slow or gentle. It was hot, hard, and demanding. His tongue slipped past the seam of her mouth and slid over hers, exploring her mouth.
This was what she wanted. Needed. He threaded his fingers into her hair, greedily and furiously taking and giving her what she’d asked. She pressed closer and rubbed against him, her hands going under his robe to stroke his abs and chest. He broke off the kiss.
“Damn, I shouldn’t have done that.” He gripped her wrists and cut off her exploration. “As much as I’d like you to touch me, I’m not ready for that yet. This is about you. I need to learn what makes your body so fucking mesmerizing.”
She stared into his honey-brown eyes and felt herself drowning. “I need to grab on to something or I’m going to fall flat on my face.”
“I got you.” He turned her around and looped her arms around his neck. His left hand stroked her opposite cheek and tilted it to the side, so he could nuzzle her neck, his unshaven face rough against her skin. At the same time, his other hand brought her flush with him, his erection pressing against her back. “Fingers first. Mouth second. So no more kissing.”
“That’s cruel.”
“You said to give you all of me. Not to hold back. This is me. I love to explore. I love delayed gratification. I love to please a woman and watch her fall apart again and again, knowing I was fucking responsible. Only then do I fuck her brains out.”
“You are a bastard,” she said, but without the heat, her body humming with anticipation.
“That I am. You have beautiful breasts, Terri.” He cupped one breast and played with her nipple, the thin fabric no barrier to his torment. “So fucking perfect,” he whispered, his warm breath wafting over her face.
“More, please,” she begged.
“I plan to. You’re built like a woman, lush, made to be savored slowly.” His hands crept lower and inched her dress up. “I want to take a bite of your ass, Terri. Right when you are coming, I want to take a large bite until you can’t tell where pleasure ends and pain begins.”
She’d never been into pain during sex, but there was always the first time, a turning point or not. She turned her head towards his, wanting to bury her mouth into any part of his body, so she could stop begging. As things were, she was ready to wrap her thighs around his hand and he hadn’t even touched her skin. She found his thumb and started sucking on it furiously. He groaned, still talking dirty to her.
“Pure silk,” Rod crooned in her ear. “I can feel the heat from your pussy calling to me, Terri. Your scent is amazing.” Even she could smell the scent of arousal. She was so wet and so ready for him. She needed him to touch her now.
His hand touched her thigh and her muscles spasmed, her knees threatening to give away. He cupped her mound, and Terri stopped breathing. She didn’t have panties, so there was no barrier to stop him.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered when his fingers traced her labia. She ground against his hand, but he retreated. “No, no, don’t stop.”
“Easy, sweetheart. There’s no stopping. You’re so sleek and moist.” He delicately opened the lips of her pussy with his two fingers while a third slid up her cleft and found the hood of her swollen clit. He used her wetness to lubricate his finger and stroked them lightly across the slick folds.
“Yes!” she hissed and pushed against his hand, wanting him inside her. “Please.”
“Like this?” His finger glided along her pussy one more time and slid deep inside her. “Liquid silk. So perfect. I bet you taste even better. I can’t wait to breathe you and drink your juice. I want the taste of you seared into my palate.”
Terri almost came apart. Her body grew weightless and her mind went blank as an orgasm built. She tried to push against his hand, but his finger slid in halfway and then out as though to tease her and make her want it more. She did with every breath and every bone in her body.
Out of her mind with need, she bore down on his thumb and he chuckled.
“That’s right, Terri. Bite me. Show me how much you want it.” He added another finger and angled the penetration so he touched her hard clit as he moved in and out of her.
“Rod.” He was still teasing her with shallow strokes, lightning-quick thrusts that grazed her clit and drove her crazy. His breathing grew harsh as though he was aroused too. As though he felt her pleasure. Her scent of sex hung in the air and the wetness dripped down her thighs.
“Do you want it deeper? Harder?”
“Yes,” she yelled, her hips bucking against his hand, begging for more. He rammed those fingers into her pussy while rubbing her extremely sensitive clit with his thumb.
“Damn, you are tight. Hot, wet heat and beautifully shaped.” He finger-fucked her at a demanding pace. The sensations were too intense, like nothing she’d ever felt before. “Let go and fly, Terri. Let me see you come apart.”
Her body arched as she rode his hand, her breathing coming in short spurts. She wanted to grab his wrist and control the pace, but he had trapped her arms with one of his. Instead, she dug into his shoulder with her fingers as her hips bucked.
“That’s right. Fly for me, Terri.” He wedged a thigh between her legs and nudged one aside, lifting it high as he planted a foot on the bench at the foot of the bed and spread her open for a deeper penetration. She yanked his hair as the first wave hit her.
“Oh… Fuck… Oh fuck, yessss!” Terri screamed as she jerked, her other foot leaving the ground as her thighs wrapped around his hand.
She was flying, her body stiffening with the intensity of the orgasm. She bucked and stiffened again. It was an endless wave that kept shooting through her body. When it receded, tiny tremors continued to shake her.
Rod turned her around and lifted her up, his mouth coming down to cover hers. She wrapped her legs around his mid-section and gripped his head. The kiss was slow, languid, and tender as though he was giving her time to recover. Instead, warmth pooled in her stomach. She sunk her hands into his hair and greedily kissed him. She’d been deprived during that first orgasm, and she needed the taste of him embedded into her cells. She bit his lower lip, harder than the first time she’d done it before bolting from his suite.
Rod growled and took over, kissing her like he wanted to devour her. He ravaged her lips, showing her he loved it when she bit him.
He stopped kissing her, his eyes burning with passion, his breathing uneven. He studied her. “You like to play rough?”
“Sex is not fun when gentle,” she whispered, pulling his head to her to soothe the bite on his lip.
“A woman after my own heart.” He laid her onto the bed. “Now I plan to drink you.”
~*~
Rod eased the boots off Terri, one at a time, his fingers stroking her silky, warm skin, caressing her feet and ankles. He took her big toe into his mouth and suckled on it while she moaned. He caught a glimpse of her glistening pussy. It was juicy and plump, and oh-so-inviting. His cock grew even harder at the memory of how her muscles had clenched around his fingers. The need to bury himself deep inside her grew.