“That is my plan,” she said naughtily. “I want you so on edge that you’re ready to pop at the slightest touch.”
“I’m. Already. There.”
“You think you’re already there,” she teased. “Trust me. You’re not. Not yet.”
Then she clamped her lips around my nipple and sucked.
My cock throbbed, and I moved my hips upward, searching for something to fill. Her sweet cunt. Her hot little ass. Her beautiful, warm mouth.
Nothing. I was screwing air.
She continued her attack on my nipple. Damn. Women always loved having their nipples sucked, but it had never occurred to me how good it might feel to me as well.
She had the touch. She knew my body better than I did.
“Baby, please,” I begged. “I need to get inside you. Please.”
She had worked her way up to my head, and she pressed her lips to mine in a soft kiss. “Tit for tat,” she said teasingly. Then she turned around, positioning her pussy over my lips.
Eat her? No problem. I could suck on her sweetness for hours, especially if it meant she put her warm mouth back on my cock.
I groaned when she took me inside her warmth, tonguing me gently as she blew me.
Her swollen pussy beckoned in its aromatic beauty. I inhaled, and then again, saturating myself with her musky fragrance. Then I dived in.
Her folds were silky under my tongue and coated with her juices. I sucked at them, lapped up her cream, eating my fill.
She squirmed on top of me, taking me deeper the more ferociously I ate her.
So I ate her more ferociously, enjoying every single minute of it.
I licked her hard clit and then forced my tongue into her wetness. Then I moved upward and flicked over her cute pink asshole. She’d played with mine, and now it was my turn. How I longed to fuck her in this virgin hole. I would. Someday.
For now, I licked it, and when it was good and lubed up, I stroked it with a finger as I continued to lick her sweet pussy. She was amazing, so responsive to my every touch.
God, I loved this woman. This beautiful woman.
When she began moving more rapidly, I thrust two fingers into her tight cunt and massaged her G-spot. She came at once with an explosion, and without warning, I eased one finger into her tight little asshole.
She squealed onto my cock, driving me to the brink. I released, shooting into her warm sweet mouth as I fucked both her holes with my fingers.
Her pussy pulsated around my fingers, and I continued fucking her furiously, both holes in tandem, as she released again and again.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Marjorie
Muddled.
My mind was muddled. Lusty incoherent thoughts blended together in psychedelic visions of color and movement.
This climax rolled through me like crashing waves against sandy shores.
Penetration.
Such pure and lovely penetration.
Not just in my pussy, but in…
Waves and waves and waves…
Pure joy. Pure rapture. Pure euphoria.
Bryce’s voice, so soothing and hot and sexy all at the same time. His words? Didn’t matter what he said. Just the sound waves of his sexy rumble rang in my ears, taking me further…further…
I ground against his lips, his chin, his sandy stubble scraping me and making me hotter.
My whole world was my pussy, my whole world was this moment.
And I wanted it to last…last…last…
Baby. Honey. Come for me. That’s it. Yes. Enjoy it, sweetheart. You’re so hot. So beautiful.
I love you so much.
All the words. All the words from his throat in his deep husky timbre.
All…the…words…
I soared even higher, his tongue vibrating against my clit, his fingers plunging in and out of me, stroking me, giving me more and more pleasure with each silky thrust.
Heaven. Pure, raw heaven.
I continued grinding, determined to take it all…
Until the pleasure grew so intense, so lusty, so perfect…
One perfect implosion, bringing every cell of my body together in humming joy.
One.
Perfect.
Implosion.
Words poured out of my mouth, but I couldn’t say what they were.
Words of passion, joy.
Words of love for this man bringing me the ultimate pleasure.
Words not from my body or even my heart.
Words from my soul.
He slowed his fingers as I came down from my high.
Down, down, down…until my hips stopped grinding and I lay on top of him, his hard cock against my cheek, perspiration dripping from my forehead, from my breasts.
My breath came in rapid puffs against his thigh.
Bliss.
Pure joy.
The climax settled, and the contractions of my body grew slower and less frequent until they disappeared altogether, leaving me in a peaceful harmony I’d never experienced.
I could fall asleep here, against his hard thigh, his cock smooth and hard against my cheek.
So easy. It would be so easy…
My eyes closed of their own accord.
Marj. Baby. Honey.
His voice? Or my imagination? I didn’t know at this point.
“Marj. Baby. Honey.”
I opened my eyes. “Hmm?”
“I love you so much. That was so hot.”
“Mmm,” was all I could muster.
“Here,” he said. “Let me move you over so you’re comfortable.”
“Perfectly comfortable,” I murmured, closing my eyes again.
Still, he gently moved me so that my body was cradled by the silky sheet and the soft mattress. I held my arms out to him.
He smiled above me, his eyes heavy-lidded. “I can wait.”
No. I needed him to release, to experience the miracle I’d experienced. “Please,” I said softly. “Make love to me. Please.”
He smiled again, his chin and cheeks glistening with my wetness. Then he slowly pushed his cock into me.
“God. So tight.”
Yeah, I was tight. Tight as a drum after that plentiful orgasm. His big cock tunneled into me, burning through and making me want to come again. I wasn’t sure I could after that amazing climax, but damn, that slow burn…
“Can’t. Need to fuck you.”
Bryce increased his pace, thrusting…thrusting…thrusting…
The burn turned to flames within me, and the pressure built, until—
“God, honey.” He plunged into me balls deep.
And I shattered with him.
A glorious climax in tandem. Nothing like the last one, but no less spectacular.
We flew together, our bodies joined in the ultimate clasp, our sweat mingling, his lips pressed to my neck.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
The words swirled around us, sometimes in his voice, sometimes in mine. Sometimes simply vibrating in the air between us.
Whole. Complete. Never alone again.
Never.
Never alone again.
Morning came sooner than I wanted it to. I woke next to Bryce when the alarm on his phone went off at seven a.m. I stretched my arms languidly above my head, letting the sunlight stream from the window onto my still naked body.
Bryce opened his eyes and fumbled for the phone. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay. We’ve both got to get up anyway.”