My breath stutters. Nothing has ever felt so good as his rough hands against the soft skin of my breasts.
“They’re perfect.” He rubs his thumbs over my nipples. “You’re perfect.”
Then, he lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me again. His lips trace a path down my throat and to my chest. When he lowers to his knees and slides his tongue down the valley of my breasts before wrapping his mouth around my nipple, my legs almost buckle.
Holy sensations.
His hands grip my hips, like he knows I’m having trouble keeping upright, while his mouth and tongue work their magic on my boobs.
When his tongue slides lower, down my stomach, and dips into my belly button and his fingers start to tug my pajama shorts down, I know I’m not gonna be able to stand up, even with his help, if he’s heading where I’m really hoping he’s heading.
He slides my shorts and panties down my legs tortuously slow. When they reach the floor, I step out of them and kick them aside.
West’s hands slide around my calves and up my legs to my thighs, fingers curling around them.
I’m standing here, completely naked, in front of this man that I barely know, and I feel nothing but sexy and wanted.
It’s strange, yet it feels amazing.
He sits back on his heels. “Fucking gorgeous,” he says, eyes roaming my body. His voice is as rough and dirty as the look in his eyes.
He stares up at me. “Sit on the bed and spread your legs, so I can fuck you with my tongue. I wanna taste you, Dillon.”
Holy. Fuck.
He’s so demanding. His mouth is so dirty.
And I bloody love it.
I sit down on the bed. Heart pounding, I part my legs.
“Wider,” is his command.
I’m embarrassingly wet. But it doesn’t stop me from doing as he said.
I spread my legs open as far as they can go, and I let my eyes slide down his bare chest and lower. I can see his erection straining against his sleep shorts. My mouth waters.
I’ve never had such a visceral reaction to the sight of an erection before. Sure, I like cocks, but I’ve always been more concerned with just having sex with them more than how they’ll look and feel and taste.
But I really want to know what West’s cock looks like. Tastes like. How it’ll feel in my mouth.
“Like what you see?” West’s hand curls around his erection, giving it a squeeze.
My pulse races as my eyes lift to his. Inside, I’m jittery with nerves, but I give my cockiest smile. “I haven’t seen anything yet.”
His lips turn into a grin that’s all fox. “You will.”
Then, he dips his head down and puts his mouth on my pussy.
“Jesus.” My hands go to his head, gripping.
Gray eyes stare up at me. “Not him. Me.”
He slides a finger inside me, and my muscles clench around it.
“Fuck. You’re tight. Can you take more?” he asks, and I nod.
He puts another finger inside and starts fucking me with them both. The palm of his hand is pressing up against my clit with every thrust of his fingers, and it feels divine.
“Touch your tits. I wanna see you play with them.”
I cup my breasts with my hands and roll my nipples between my fingers.
“Fuck yeah, just like that,” he rasps and then pulls his fingers out of me. He replaces them with his tongue and starts fucking me with it.
I cry out at the sensation of his hot tongue inside of me.
My hands leave my breasts and fall back onto the bed, supporting me.
When I feel his tongue slide out of me and over my clit, I nearly come off the bed. And I almost come too.
Hey, don’t judge me. It’s been a while.
I somehow manage to stave off the orgasm because I’m not ready for this to be over just yet.
His fingers slip back inside me, and his mouth works my clit over while he fingers me.
My hands fist the duvet.
“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs against me.
The rumble of his deep voice against my clit is too much for me to take, and I go off without warning.
“West!” I scream out his name, plus a few curse words, as my hips shamelessly pump against his mouth while I ride out my orgasm against his tongue.
The most intense orgasm I have ever had.
I collapse back against the bed, out of breath, heart pounding, like I just ran a marathon. When in fact I did nothing, except come harder than I ever have in my life. It was West who did all the work, and he was really bloody good at it.
Amazing. Incredible. Mind-blowing.
And I get two weeks of this. With him.
Sex and orgasms.
Shutting my eyes, I send up a silent, Thank you.
I hear movement. A drawer opens and then closes.
Opening my eyes, I push up to sit, just as West comes to stand before me.
He has a condom wrapper in his hand, and he’s still wearing his boxer shorts.
I look up at him. “You’re still dressed.” My voice comes out raspy. Dare I say … sexy. I sound nothing like I usually do.
Must be all that screaming I just did.
He tosses the condom on the bed beside me. Then, he shoves his boxers down his hips and …
Holy fucking cock.
There’s length. And girth. Lots of both.
I swallow down.
I’m a small woman. I have a small vagina. I don’t honestly know if it’s gonna fit in me.
But one thing I do know is that I’m gonna have fun trying.
I drag my eyes from his cock, which is right there in front of my face—I could literally stick my tongue out and lick the tip—and tilt my head back to look up at him. His jaw is clenched tight, and the look in his eyes … he looks like he’s holding back from tearing me in two right now.
And with a cock that size, he just might.
“Impressive,” I say. “Did your parents give you growth hormones as a child?”
A dark chuckle. “All natural.”
“Lucky me,” I whisper.
Then, I lean forward and lick a path up his cock with my tongue. When I reach the tip, I suck the pre-cum from it.
“You taste good,” I murmur.
His breathing stutters, and then he growls a sound so sexy that I could come again just from hearing it.
Parting my lips, I take him in my mouth, sliding down excruciatingly slow.
I want to tease him. I want to make him crazy with want for me.
I don’t know who this sexually confident woman is who’s crawled inside of me tonight. But I’m liking her a lot.
“Jesus,” he rasps.
I let his cock pop from my mouth, and I stare up at him. “Not him. Me.” I grin after giving him his words back from earlier.
That earns me a sexy smile.
I curl my hand around the base of his cock and take him back in my mouth, sliding down as far as I can go, taking as much of his cock as I can take.
I’ve never had a dick this big in my mouth before, so my gag reflex has never truly been put to the test …
It hits the back of my throat, and … nope. I can’t take it all.
I ease back a bit, knowing my limit, and then I start working him over with my mouth. Bobbing my head up and down, letting his dick slide between my lips, gripping and squeezing the base.
“Fuck …” he growls through gritted teeth. “Keep doing that … and I’m gonna come.”