I’m grateful for my recent spa trip and the neat landing strip I’m now sporting. It’s been a while since I’ve had to bother with grooming down there, and I’m glad I had the foresight to get waxed everywhere. I also had a mani, pedi, and a facial because I wanted to look as good as possible knowing this moment was approaching.
I almost fall off the bed with the first swipe of his tongue against my slit. My hands curl into the comforter as he parts my folds and proceeds to eat me with his lips and his tongue. “Oh, God,” I moan, closing my eyes and giving myself over to the new sensation. I cry out when his tongue thrusts inside me and his fingers begin circling my clit. He applies the right kind of pressure to my sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers pick up their pace, rubbing me harder and faster.
“Oh, God, Vander.” I shove my pussy in his face when I feel my climax building, too turned on to be ashamed of how I’m wantonly rubbing myself all over him. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” I blink my eyes open when he pinches my clit, and I climb higher, almost reaching a peak. I’m jerking my hips into his face as his eyes latch on to mine while he eats me alive.
We maintain eye contact, and it’s one of the hottest moments of my life. He rubs harder, thrusting his tongue into me deeper, and I explode into a million bright lights when he pinches my clit for a second time, and my orgasm rockets through me like a powerful tornado.
I come undone in a way I never have before, thrashing and moaning and repeating his name, as he continues to work me until he has sated every last drop of my orgasm. I vaguely feel him move over me and open the drawer of the nightstand while I try to return to Earth from my heavenly high.
When I refocus my vision, he is kneeling between my spent thighs, his erection hard and straining and fully sheathed. “Ready, babe?” he asks, leaning down to kiss me. Tasting myself on his lips is a first. It seems so dirty, but it cranks my arousal to dizzy heights and supercharges my bravery. “Fuck me, Vander. Please.”
Holding his cock, he guides it to my opening, gluing his eyes to mine as he nudges my entrance before he slams into me in one hard thrust. I scream, instantly wrapping my legs around his waist as he starts pumping in and out of me like a man on a mission. Yanking my hips up, he urges my legs to hold on tighter. I tilt my pelvis, clinging to his body as he thrusts into mine, hitting places inside me I have never felt before. He bends down to kiss me while he fondles my breast. I claw at his shoulders and his back, arching my head and granting him access to my neck as he plunders me, working my body like a finely tuned instrument, evoking a host of sensations that are wholly new.
In one powerful move, he surges upright, taking me with him as one muscular arm bands around my back holding me on his lap while he fucks me. My arms wind around his neck as his mouth covers my breasts, his tongue darting out to flick my over-sensitized nipples as I bounce up and down on his cock, and he grinds up into me. I grab his hair, whimpering and moaning while he palms my ass, worships my breasts, and rams his big dick inside me.
“I need to go deeper,” he grunts, removing his mouth from my chest. “Get on all fours, babe.” He slaps my ass, hard, before I scramble off him and get into position. With his leg, he shoves my thighs wider apart before driving his erection into me from behind. We both hiss as we reconnect, and then he digs his hands into my hips while pressing my head into the pillow. I cling to the bed as he ruts into me like a wild animal, shoving his dick so far inside me it feels like he’s penetrating my womb.
The grunts slipping from his mouth are primal and raw, and I’m cresting the wave of another orgasm while he pounds into me, and I slam back into him as we create a natural rhythm. The only sounds in the room are skin slapping against skin and our mutual groaning. “Fuck, Kendall. You feel so damn good,” he pants in between thrusts. “I’m not going to last much longer.” Covering me with his body, his fingers find my clit again, and he rubs me in sync with the movements of his hips as we both chase our climaxes. Pressure is building inside me, quicker than I thought possible after my last orgasm, and tears of joy prick my eyes when I fall off the cliff, and seconds later, he joins me.
We continue moving our hips until we are both sated, and then we collapse onto the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs. Emotion has swollen my chest to bursting point, and I’m struggling to contain it when he spoons me from behind, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist, holding me close, and kissing my neck, like he just can’t get enough. The tender way he’s cuddling with me is the opposite of the possessive way he took me, and I’m a mess as so many emotions lay siege to me.
I burst into tears as I cling to his arms, wondering how I got so lucky and praying I’m enough to hold on to him. Because now I know what it’s like to be with him, I don’t ever want to let him go.
33
VANDER
Her sobs gut me, and the thought I might have hurt her devastates me. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” I turn her around in my arms. Her face is blotchy, and her lower lip wobbles as tears cling to her lashes. Her hair is a knotty mess from my hands, and her lips are swollen from my kisses, yet she has never looked more beautiful to me. “Did I hurt you?” That was the best sex of my life, and the thought it might not have been the same for her is agonizing.
“What?” She shakes her head as her eyes pop wide. “No. Of course not.” She audibly gulps while struggling to compose her emotions. She cups my cheek as she stares lovingly into my eyes. “Sex has never been like that for me, Vander. I’ve never orgasmed from penetration, and no man has ever gone down on me. I didn’t know it could be so good. I’m a little overwhelmed.” Two red dots bloom on her cheeks before she buries her head in my chest.
Shock renders me speechless for a few seconds before I clear my throat. “Kendall.” Gently, I angle her head so we are eye to eye. “Are you for real right now?”
She nods. “I would never lie about that.”
It’s risky asking this, but I need to know what I’m dealing with. “How many men have you slept with?”
“Only my husband,” she whispers as she draws circles on my chest with her finger. A little laugh leaks from her lips. “Pathetic, right?”
Wow. Just wow. “The only pathetic one is Curtis.” Anger burns inside me as I consider all the ways he has neglected his wife. “What a fucking selfish asshole.”
“I never had anyone to compare him to, but you’re right. He was lazy and completely selfish in bed. It was only ever about his needs.”
I want to strangle the life from that prick, more so now than ever. What a cunt. On the plus side, it means I can claim a lot of firsts I thought were lost to me. “I can’t believe he never made you come during sex.”
“Try ever,” she whispers. “He has never made me come.”
If she wasn’t clinging to me, I think I would’ve fallen off the bed. “I’m going to enjoy giving you pleasure and showing you what you’ve been missing,” I say when I have recovered from the shock. I am done talking about that jackass. “Was I too rough?” We probably should’ve talked about sex before we went there. I just assumed because she’d been married for a long time it wasn’t necessary.