He smiled devilishly. “Oh. So you’re ready for that now.” He dropped to his knees and his face was ridiculously close to my pussy.
“I’ve been doing a lot of reading,” I told him. “Apparently it’s supposed to be really incredible and I should own my body and not be ashamed of it.”
He chuckled. “Leave it to you to read up on the justifications for cunnilingus. Plant your ass on the couch behind you, Ash, and I’m going to plant my face in your pussy. Then you can tell me what you think about oral.”
I did and he did. Throwing my legs on either side of his head so that my knees bent over his wide shoulders and I was totally exposed to him. The first time I felt his tongue between my pussy lips I retreated, but then he grabbed my ass and held me in place so I couldn’t move.
“Holy shit,” I muttered. It was like nothing I could have prepared myself for. Slick and wet added to my own slick and wet. Added to how nimble and alive his tongue was. First, he danced it around my clit, then thrust it inside me like a cock. He was everywhere at once and it was completely overwhelming. Finally, he was sucking on my clit even as he pressed two fingers inside me. Then he did something with his one finger, tapped some place deep inside me and I unraveled. My hips started bucking and my body jerking, as the climax crashed over me.
Eventually my thighs fell to the side of his body. I was as open to anyone as I’d ever been in my life.
“Good?” he asked smugly.
“No. It sucked. Didn’t like it all,” I lied.
“Then why do I have your nail impressions imbedded in my skull?”
“Don’t know,” I muttered just letting myself feel how replete I was. All those days of agony in the hospital, fixed by Marc’s magical tongue.
“Hmm. Well, I’ll have to do better next time. Now, do you want to fuck, or do you want to try to learn how to suck dick?”
“Yes, please.”
He laughed again. Then held out a hand so he could propel me off the couch. I was naked and wrapped all around him. “You’ve had a rough few weeks, so I’m going to take it easy on you and fuck you nice and slow. I’ll do all the work and all you have to do is come again.”
“Do you have condoms?” I asked.
He walked over to his duffel bag and pulled out a box with a fairly high count. He looked at it. Then at me. “We have the week until your father comes.”
I nearly fainted from the expectation of pleasure. Marc was going to fuck me for days this time. Not just hours. I sprinted towards the bedroom and he followed with the box in his hand.
Laying myself out on top of the bed, I waited until he was looking at me to spread my legs and cup my breast with one hand.
“Tease your nipple,” he told me, even as he shucked his shirt. Then his jeans. His cock sprang free and I reached for it, but he stepped back. Instead he ripped open a condom he’d pulled from the box and sheathed himself. “I need to fuck you first. Then we can play. I’m too wound up after tasting you. If you touch me, I’ll blow.”
Nodding, I watched him climb on the bed. Watched as he pushed my thighs even further apart, almost to the point of pain. Then he grabbed one of the many pillows behind me and thrust it under my ass, lifting me for him just a little.
He took hold of himself and brought his dick to my entrance, and, slowly, maybe even more slowly than he had the first time, he pressed himself deep inside me. It still stung. I was still tight, but now I knew what came next. He rolled his hips and I grunted. He pulled himself out and pushed himself back in and I adjusted around him with a soft sigh. He leaned down to kiss me, and I sucked his tongue into my mouth, and, for a while, it was just that. Slow thrusts, tongues touching, lips kissing.
It was perfect. Until it wasn’t. Until I needed more. Until I was grabbing his ass and lifting my hips, demanding he give it to me.
“Harder?”
I made a noise which he took to mean yes. Because then he gave it to me. Harder and rougher and faster. My head thrashed on the pillows because I couldn’t take it. He was too consuming. Too overwhelming. Every part of my being was focused between my legs, and what it felt like for him to keep ramming his big, hard dick inside me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said in time with his thrusts. “You’re so fucking tight, so fucking hot. So fucking mine. Come, come.”
I screamed and felt my body explode around him. Felt my pussy clamp down hard on him so he was grunting, too. These sounds were so indelicate. So animalistic I didn’t think I would ever make them, but I did, without shame.
He pulled away then, and slid the condom off with one stroke. Then he was between my legs, working his cock hard with his hand. His eyes were closed, his neck was corded with bulging muscles, then I felt the splash of his cum on my stomach. On my tits. Stream after stream until he was spent.
Only then did he look at what he’d done. I started to move my hand as I felt a drip about to roll off my nipple, but he stopped my hand, pinning both of them to the bed.
“No, I need to see you like this. I need to memorize this. You look fucking glorious with my cum on you.”
I stretched my back and let him look at his leisure. I didn’t mind being marked by him and he knew it. Eventually he rolled off the bed. Then together we took a shower so he could clean me off.
After a ten-hour drive for him, an impossibly long week and recovery for me, we fell into bed wrapped in each other’s arms, and slept.
4
Amelia Island
The next day
Marc
“Okay, I just want to clear up a few things,” Ash said.
“Here we go,” I muttered.
We were walking along the beach barefoot. I was in jeans, as was Ash, along with a light sweater. The temperature was in the low seventies with a mild sun—the perfect day for a stroll.
I’d made love to her when we woke up, then she’d made us eggs and bacon. It had been easy and normal, and, for a time, we could put the specter of her father at bay.
“I understand that I have to try and swallow it into my throat, but that can’t be anatomically possible.”
In addition to cunnilingus, she’d been studying up on how to give blow jobs.
“Will you stop talking about it? You’re going to get me horny.”
“That’s sort of the point, isn’t it? Still, I want to get this right.”
“There is no right or wrong. You do what you want, and I tell you what feels good. The rest is bullshit. You’re not a freaking porn star.”
“I’ve been practicing with cucumbers…you know, the breathing through my nose thing.”
I closed my eyes and groaned, trying not to imagine her sucking on a cucumber in order to practice for me.
“You shouldn’t have been practicing anything. As far as you were concerned, there was only ever going to be that one night between us.”
“How do you know I wasn’t practicing for the next guy?”
I stopped, and because we were holding hands—we were freaking hold hands—she stopped, too. I glared at her, and she huffed.
“You seriously can’t be jealous of some unknown next guy.”
In fact, I could.
“It’s an all-female finishing school. All we talked about, all the time, was sex. Actually, you come out pretty impressively.”