Left Drowning(97)

I nod.

“A little faster, a little harder?” He knows damn well this is what I need, but he likes keeping me on this edge.

“Chris, you have to f*ck me.” I’m panting now. “You have to f*ck me.”

“You think you’re wet enough for me now?”

I laugh a little. “Check”.

He takes away his hands so that he can move out from under me. I lean back, holding myself up on my arms so that I can watch him again. I want his clothes off. I want his body against mine. I want to feel him, and hear him, and taste him.

But he kneels next to me and spreads my legs open. Now his fingers disappear inside me again. “You’re almost where I want you.”

I drop onto my back and put my hands in my hair. God, he’s driving me f*cking crazy. His fingers are still inside me and he leans in over his hand, holding his mouth just above me, letting his breath blow over me and making me shudder.

“Chris … Yeah … God, Chris … Please.”

He licks my clit. Once. “You do have the best *,” he tells me again. I can’t hear that enough. And then he waits a moment. I squeeze around his fingers, reminding him what I can do to his cock. He leans in closer and puts his lips around me, sucking me gently. I put a hand on the back of his head. I feel his tongue start to press against me, and I pull him in tighter. He starts to move his fingers just a little faster … In and out, back and forth. When he rubs his teeth against my clit, I groan loudly.

That’s it. I’m getting him naked now, even if it means he has to stop touching me for a minute. I reach over and grab at his shirt and get him to lift up. I stay on the bed, my legs spread, and watch hungrily as he yanks his shirt over his head and undoes his pants.

He may love my *, but I love his cock just as much. “I promise you, I’m dripping wet now,” I tell him.

He crawls between my legs and shoves his hands under my ass. “Not that I don’t trust you, but …” He pushes his tongue inside, tasting me, smelling me, breathing me in.

I push my feet hard into the bed. “Jesus Christ …”

Then he raises his body, moving his chest against mine, and kisses me. I can taste myself on his tongue, and I feel his cock brush over me. “Wet enough for you?” I ask.

He pushes up onto his arms and smiles. “You’re drenched.”

“So you have to f*ck me now.” I sound pathetic. I know that. But I can’t help the whimpering tone in my voice.

“Yes,” he says. “I’m gonna f*ck you now.”

He lifts off me and kneels, sitting back on his knees, watching me as he presses his cock up against my *. The seconds it takes him to put on a condom feel like hours. But then he rubs his cock over me and slowly starts to ease in. He pulls back just a bit and then moves in a little more.

“Chris … Chris …” Looking up at him while he kneels between my legs is unbelievable.

Chris looks at me and winks as he as he licks his fingers and presses them to my clit. It’s a hot f*cking move, and he knows it. I smile at him. He f*cks me a little bit faster. Not hard, not deep, but faster. I need that friction, that speed. He’s got me figured out, and he knows how to make me come.

I’m starting to tense up… . I’m getting close… . God, I’m so close… .

I can’t stop saying his name.

I love how he looks when I’m like this. How it makes him so f*cking hot to get me off. It’s exactly how I feel before he comes.

He is so hard, and his breathing is picking up. “I want you to come, Blythe. I want you to come. Baby, tell me when you’re ready.” His voice is husky, and raw, and full of need.

He keeps f*cking me like this and rubbing his hand against me until my breathing gets labored and I push his hands away. Because as much as I enjoy this touch, right now I don’t need it. I just need that perfect cock of his. “I’m almost there… .” Talking is nearly impossible.

He drops down, holding himself just above me, and drives into me, deeply. He f*cks me faster now, just barely pulling out but grinding into me hard. He’s rubbing against me every time he moves, but that’s not what’s getting me to the brink. It’s how his cock is moving, how he’s lifting inside me.

I can barely breathe or think, but I say two words to him. “Don’t. Come.”

“I won’t,” he promises. I tighten around him, and he knows by the way I sound that I’m just about there. “Yeah, Blythe, come for me,” he’s saying, talking me through it.

“Come for me… . Your * is so f*cking hot… . I feel how wet you are, how tight you are… . Let me hear you.”

I take his shoulders and dig my nails in. He listens to me groan as my orgasm starts.

I’m grabbing him so hard that I can’t believe I’m not drawing blood. My whole body spasms, I feel myself detonate around his cock over and over as pleasure flows through me. Fuck, he is so good. I groan again and again with each wave. When I start to slow down, I murmur through my panting, “Don’t stop. Go slow, but don’t stop… . Please.”

I’m still coming and I pull him in closer. Chris puts his hands underneath my body, holding me, cradling me. Every few seconds, I shake again. He rubs into me hard, making sure I come until I can’t anymore. Until I’m totally spent.