Where We Meet Again, стр. 53
His other hand releases my hip, and he squeezes it between us. His index finger appears in front of my face. “Suck,” he commands.
I open my mouth without hesitation, and he slips the digit inside. I stroke it with my tongue, licking, sucking, and teasing the edge with my teeth.
Law groans and flexes his hips so his hard erection connects with me. “I bet you give fantastic head,” he growls, his darkened eyes steady on mine.
I shrug with a coy smile and pause my ministrations to his finger. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never done it.”
His head falls back against the seat, and his eyes drift closed. “Fuck yeah, baby. That’s mine too.”
Once satisfied with my sucking, he removes the wet finger from my mouth and returns it between my legs. Where he still holds my thong away from my body, he rubs the wetness against my other hole. The unfamiliar sensation bounces me in his lap, and his responding smirk is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“That’s going to be mine too. Start you slow, but you’ll learn to love it.”
“I don’t know, Law.” A low moan replaces the uncertainty in my tone as he rubs the spot again.
“I need to fuck you. Do you trust me?”
“You’re going to do it now?” I yelp and start moving to get off his lap.
He lets go of the fabric of my panties with a snap and clamps an arm around my waist. The other hand prods more insistently and creates a sensation that becomes more arousing by the second.
“Not going to fuck you here.” To punctuate the location, he presses deeply against my asshole. “Fuck you here.” He shifts his hand, slipping easily through the wetness to glide his pinky and ring finger inside me. At the same time they fill me, his index finger slips in my ass to the first knuckle.
“Oh, my god,” I breathe, dropping my forehead against his shoulder.
All his fingers move, pumping slowly in and out of both holes. The sensation is nothing like I’ve ever felt before.
“I’m going to die if you stop.”
“I won’t stop. Get ready, because you’re about to take my cock.”
My legs shake as I rock my hips on his hand. The movement comes instinctually, and I can’t stop it.
Not that I want to. I absolutely do not want to.
He works himself free with his other hand, then moves it to my waist. The pressure of his touch urges me to lift. He sinks lower in the seat, slides his two little fingers out of my pussy, and positions his cock below me.
“Reach down and put me in you, baby. Hurry.”
I line him up, and without waiting for him, I sink myself down on his hard cock.
“Jesus, fuck, you feel good. Ride me. I want to watch you take me.”
His words spur me on. I’ve never done this before, but this is Law. If I had any insecurities, the look of unadulterated bliss on his face completely wipes them away.
With his cock in my pussy and his finger filling my ass, I ride him.
The fogged windows give the illusion of privacy, but even if they were wide open, I’m so far beyond caring. The feel of his warm flesh beneath me, filling me, his free hand touching me, keeps my attention completely.
Our breathing increases, the sound of our skin slapping together grows louder, and then I’m reaching the precipice, clenching around his finger and cock, and riding the tidal wave of an orgasm like I’ve never felt in my life.
He gives that to me, letting me come down before he takes over. Powering into me, he slips his finger from my hole, and the loss of fullness nearly sends me over the edge again. A few more pumps and he stills, planted to the root, his dick throbbing, and the deep sensation throws me into another orgasm.
His mouth takes mine, softer this time, and our breathing slows together. When he pulls away, he runs his thumb down the side of my cheek. “Why are you so incredible?”
The question flatters me and warms me. In answer, I lean in and suck gently at his neck.
His fingers flex into my hips. “Keep that up, and I’m going to fuck you again.”
My head shoots up. “What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing. I’d rather get you home first, but I won’t make it there if you don’t keep your mouth to yourself.”
I crawl off, fix my thong, tug my skirt down, and buckle up.
Law’s response isn’t verbal either. He throws the truck into drive.
I reciprocate by giving my very first blow job the entire way to his house, not caring that first bit that he tastes like me.
19
The incessant ringing of my phone won’t stop, pulling me from a fantastic dream. I throw a hand out toward my nightstand, slapping things out of the way in a sloppy attempt to locate my phone.
Something clatters loudly to the floor. The ringing stops, and I sigh. Thank you, universe. I dive my head back beneath my pillows.
The last two days were something out of a dream. I didn’t know two people could make love so many times and in so many ways. Other than coming up for food, we spent the weekend naked in his bed, in the house he built himself just outside the city limits.
Not just any house, but a dream house. Brand new, cool, and modern, and his amazing taste filters through every room. I always knew Law had a thing for architecture, but witnessing something he created is just short of incredible.
Somewhere during a sustenance break, he gave me a grand tour. He showed me the outdoor shower and sauna (that we had sex in), a hot tub beneath a retractable awning (that we also had sex in), and the master walk-in, stone shower with