And the woman certainly had nothing to be ashamed about.
He inched over into the center of the bed and watched as she climbed up and straddled his face, her cleft hovering just inches over his mouth. A drip landed on his lips, and he swept it off with his tongue.
Just like he thought—sweet as could fucking be.
“Show me how a real man eats pussy, Scott. Show me what I’ve been missing.” Then she lowered her slit down to his mouth, and he showed her exactly what she’d been missing—and then some.
4
Holy.
Fucking.
God.
Eva’s eyes threatened to roll into the back of her head for what felt like the millionth time as she gyrated her hips, swirling her slick, swollen cleft around Scott’s oh-so-talented, oh-so-diabolical tongue. The man was definitely showing her what she’d been missing those ten years with Todd, and then all those other years with all those other severely lacking boyfriends.
The man beneath her was a master at seduction, a master at making a woman feel comfortable and relaxed, and a master at eating pussy like it was his favorite meal in the world—maybe it was?
She held on to the headboard and let her head fall forward between her arms, her breasts feeling extra heavy as the orgasm drew near.
She’d never had more than one orgasm during sex—if she even got that. But something told her that with Scott working his magic, she’d be able to have multiples. Hell, she was willing to give it a shot at least. It wasn’t every day you met a man as handsome, charming and kind as the man she was currently trying to suffocate. At least he seemed kind. He didn’t pressure her into sex—unlike Todd, who …
She couldn’t think about that right now. If she thought about Todd, about that, she’d never find an orgasm.
Scott was not Todd.
One of his fingers dipped into her sopping cleft, and then he drew it up between her cheeks, caressing her tight hole but not breaching it. She puckered against his finger as his pressure grew a bit more intense. She’d never … but that wasn’t to say she hadn’t thought about it. But tonight was not that night. No matter how patient, how skilled, how incredible Scott was, she’d have to scratch that inquisitive itch another time with another man.
Because Scott was just a one-time, one-night thing.
Up and down, back and forth through her crease he drew his finger, never pushing for more, taking her pinched hole as a cue not to go any farther.
She ground down on his tongue as he began doing harder, quicker flicks over her clit. She was close again. The thought of letting Scott take her in a place no man had ever gone was enough to get her back to that sweet point of pure bliss.
She rotated her hips in a circular fashion and tilted her pelvis down so he could take more of her clit into his mouth. He did just that—the smart man. He sucked like his life depended on it, like a fucking Hoover, and she exploded.
Eva’s whole body convulsed and spasmed as the orgasm shot up from between her legs, where Scott worked his nose to the clit-stone, and then spread down to her toes and up to the top of her head and out to each fingertip. Her nipples tingled, her chest heaved, and her thighs shook. She squeezed her eyes closed tight, allowing the sensations to consume her. Bright lights flashed behind her closed lids, and her fingers began to cramp.
As the climax languidly began to dissipate, pulling itself back in toward her center like a flower closing up for the night, she opened her eyes and released her death grip on the headboard.
A gentle tap on her thigh and a muffled sound from below reminded her that her pleasure was not from her own making—as it had been for years—but actually due to the overwhelming generosity and sexy seduction of the man whose wide brown eyes looked a touch panicky.
He tapped her thigh a bit more frantically, and she lifted up more onto her knees.
Scott inhaled, and his chest heaved. “Sorry. I couldn’t breathe.” He took another deep breath, then released it. “You just kept grinding down more and more. I knew you were close, so I didn’t want to stop you. But … ” His grin was devilishly handsome. “Not a bad way to die if that’s what it’d come to, though.”
She rolled her eyes and climbed off him, sitting up on her knees on the bed, nibbling on her lips as she watched him lick his and wipe his fingers over his face before he licked those too. Dewy beads of her arousal clung like diamonds to the wiry hair of his beard, glistening in the muted light of the nightstand lamp.
He caught her watching him and grinned again. “Can’t waste a drop.”
Every cell in her body began to recharge.
“Now, about those gorgeous tits of yours,” he said, his deep and low voice sending a sizzle through her veins as he flipped over to his belly and up onto all fours. “You still gonna let me fuck ’em?”
She’d let him do anything to her at this point. She was mush for brains and a slave to his passion. If he was half as good at everything else in bed as he was with his tongue between her legs, she would leave here tomorrow morning with a smile on her face and a spring in her step, no doubt about it.
Eva was finally getting her groove back.
She hadn’t replied yet to his probe about fucking her tits. But the glimmer in those gorgeous green eyes of hers said she’d already thought it over, she was just embarrassed to admit she wanted to.
He prowled across the bed on all fours toward her, starting at the foot of the bed and making his way north, never once taking his eyes off her.
He loved how each inch he moved forward, her cheeks grew an even darker shade of red. Her throat bobbed a little harder, and her nostrils flared a little wider. Her tongue darted out and slid across her lips, lips he couldn’t wait to feel wrapped around his shaft as he stroked her hair, cupped her cheek and felt himself slide to the back of her throat and then out again. Felt her teeth scrape against his length as he knocked her tonsils and she swallowed everything he gave her.
With a swipe of his hand, he grabbed her feet and tugged them out from beneath her, pulling her down the bed until she was flat on her back. She let out a squeal of surprise but didn’t struggle. Her sigh of contentment and her arms looping around his neck as he climbed up her body said she was anything but afraid.
His iron-bar cock rested against her belly. “What do you say, sweet Eva?”
She dragged her teeth over her lip and nodded. “Yes, but first, fuck me … please.”
Anything for you, angel.
He grinned as he lowered his mouth to hers. “With pleasure.” He didn’t take her mouth but just continued to hover. “Taste yourself,” he ordered. “Taste your sweetness on my lips.” Her eyes gleamed with intrigue and perhaps even slight hesitation, but she did as she was told, slipping her tongue across his top, then his bottom lip. “Best damn thing I’ve tasted in a while,” he said before he finally crushed his lips to hers, took control of the kiss, and showed her once again just how talented he was with his tongue. She opened for him without reservation and lifted her hips so he was now notched—unsheathed—at her core. The wet, warm heat of her pussy against the head of his cock caused a deep, primitive growl to bubble up from the back of his throat uncontrollably.
Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and shifted. “Precum, baby. We can’t be too careful.” He sat up on the bed and reached for his pants off the floor, retrieving the sleeve of condoms. He’d bought a box but ditched the box the moment he left the drugstore, preferring to just shove the packets straight into his pocket.