She sucks in a breath when I plunge my tongue into her tightness and taste her perfection. Everything about her is so tight, and so wet, and so sweet, I can hardly stand it.
As my ministrations continue, I want to fill up all her senses with how intensely gorgeous she is. She needs to know how hungry she can make a man.
Her knees do indeed give out when her next release hits her.
“Oh my god,” she moans, long and loud as all of her weight falls against me. I catch her with one arm, holding her up while she comes around my fingers still buried inside her.
She squeaks out my name and all manner of curses while she pulses out her orgasm. I stand up and keep hold of her from behind while she rides it out.
A lazy smile crosses her face. “That was...”
“I’m not finished with you, my love.” I gently turn her around to face me, reaching my hand down to cup her womanhood again, this time sinking one finger into her while my lips speak filthy things into her ear again.
I tell her about what she tastes like.
“You taste like sweet summer melons, only you're ten times as juicy. You’re juicy for me, aren’t you? You wanted to be a bad girl. Did you get what you want?”
“No,” she whispers weakly, while still maintaining a smile.
“No? My love, what is it you want?”
“I wanna make you come all over me,” she whispers through gritted teeth, grasping the aching bulge in my pants.
Her touch is almost too much to resist, but I rasp, “You’ll get to soon, but not yet.” I feel her getting wetter and wetter again as I continue squeezing and exploring inside her channel. At the right moment, my fingers make a “come here” motion, which causes an even more intense explosion in her.
The next string of curses that come out of her make me think she’s not nearly the good girl she pretends to be.
Chapter 6
Laney
I am barely aware of where I am or what my name is anymore.
All I know is Fabian’s got me.
And my god, he blessed me with multiple orgasms.
I’m in the shower and Fabian is brushing his teeth and gargling. I blush when I realize why. I can’t believe I let him do that; yet very classy of him to take care of himself before kissing me again.
But oh, he does. Pretty soon, we’re in the shower together and I finally get a good look at his body. His tanned body is even better than what I imagined. Wide chest, narrow hips, all of it tan like he must spend time outdoors naked. I look down, amazed he’s still erect.
“How are you keeping it up for so long?” I ask.
“A gentleman never tells,” he replies. “But I promise it’s not Viagra.”
“May I touch it?” I say.
“I wish that you would,” he replies. His fingers tug loose my bun and he fists his fingers in my hair while I circle my fingers around his shaft.
“Ungh.” The caveman noises he makes are such a turn on, and I can’t believe it’s even possible for me to get turned after coming three times. He lets go of my hair and stabilizes himself with his forearms pressed against the shower tile on either side of my head. I have become addicted to his kisses.
His cock in my hand is thick and girthy, hot and pulsating, and I want to make him feel just as wonderful as he has made me feel. Using the water as lube, I grip it tight and give it a good pump, then look up into his face for approval.
His jaw ripples and he sucks in a breath. “My god, we’re going to have so much fun tonight.”
For several long, delicious minutes, I alternate hard pumps with teasing fingertips, stroking him from his base to the tip, while teasing his mouth and his skin with my teeth and tongue. As he’s about to explode, he abruptly presses his hips into mine, giving me no choice but to reach around and hold him against me, my hands squeezing his firm, beautiful ass. With one more thrust in the hot, wet friction, his climax erupts between us as he curses in French, whispers my name, and releases a long, satisfied moan against my neck.
The night proceeds with one exploration after another, in almost every room of the suite. I’ve never had this much fun in my entire life. We have some special fun in the jacuzzi, which is a sentence I feel like a lot of people have said before. Fabian has me hold on to the edges and tells me to let my body float. The clever boy puts his mouth on my pussy, licking me and kissing me, to bring me back up to yet another heated orgasm, the likes of which I never thought possible.
Later, in the bed, both of us naked and damp, we kiss and kiss some more. I love that he can keep kissing me and never seems to get tired of it. Soon, he cradles me in his arms as we drift off to sleep and I’m grateful that he turns down my offer to call myself a cab. “I don't have to sleep here if you’d rather I didn’t,” I say.
“My little petal, I will always have room for you in my bed. Now sleep.”
I don’t tell him that nobody has ever called me “little” before. It’s a sweet thought that I keep locked up in my heart.
I fall asleep in his golden arms, his kisses gentle on my bare shoulder, his stubble and tousled hair
