The problem with Dave going down on her was that he was too damn good at it. It never lasted very long because he knew her so fucking well. He got off on making her come, hard, and took it as a personal challenge to give her as much pleasure as possible.
She was not complaining.
Kayla shivered when he raked his teeth over the metal rings in her labia. Those piercings were one of the best things she’d ever decided to try. They enhanced every motion of his lips, tongue, and teeth, nuzzling her with just the right tension to add another level to his touches. And when he began to suck on her clit, gently tugging the bar through her hood, her thighs quivered around his cheeks.
His rumble of laughter, like distant thunder providing an early warning of an approaching summer storm, did nothing to keep her from climbing higher. Dave lifted his hands and filled them with her breasts. His thumbs arced over the lower swell and to her nipples like windshield wipers. Except instead of swiping away rain, he was toying with the piercings there too.
He knew all of her weak spots. And only used them to her benefit.
Kayla tried not to suffocate him as her muscles tensed, and instead began to rock over his mouth, trying to urge him to continue. He didn’t need much goading.
Dave concentrated on her clit, pulsing his suction. She assumed he was trying to present her with an appetizer in what would surely become an afternoon buffet of pleasures. So she didn’t fight it.
She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the rapture he was treating her to.
And though she wanted more, yearned to be full of him, joined with him, staring into his eyes as they experienced this together, she let herself be selfish first. Kayla drew in a deep shaky breath and let it out on a moan. Dave sucked on her harder, adding a swirl of his tongue that was sure to set her off.
Kayla froze, then launched into a flurry of motion as her muscles clenched, held, and released in a quick climax that left her tingling all over and eager for more. She shifted, crawling backward until her legs straddled Dave’s hips again and she could drape herself over his wide torso. She laid her head on his shoulder and tried to catch her breath even as her entire body was singing with bliss.
Before she could, he tipped her face up and kissed her, staring into her eyes to observe her dilated pupils and the ecstasy he’d brought her washing over her features. She was happy to be wrecked for him, showing him with the glides of her lips over his just how appreciative she was of him and his intimate knowledge of what she required most—in bed and out.
He smothered her, sheltering her from the rest of the world as he took her pleasure and amplified it. She writhed on him, the length of his cock rubbing against her mound and the lower part of her stomach.
She pushed up on straight-locked arms and pouted a bit for effect. “You’re not going to hold out on me again, are you?”
He rubbed his nose over hers and chuckled. “I’m not a saint.”
“I much prefer bad boys.” She nibbled his lower lip, then levered herself upright so she was kneeling over him again, except this time she planned to be the one doing some of the tempting and teasing. She highly doubted he’d let her win and come with her this next time, though. That wasn’t his style. He liked to drag things out, fully exhaust her, today probably more than most.
She needed this. Needed the release, the diversion from reality, and the stress reduction that came from a half dozen or so good orgasms. She probably needed to talk to the insurance rep about taking out a special policy on Dave’s dick in case she broke it with all the medicinal sex she was going to prescribe herself to make it through the next year or so.
“Put me inside you,” he told her.
Kayla lifted up enough to angle his cock toward between her legs. Of course she took the opportunity to stroke him a few, okay maybe a dozen, times.
When his eyes grew heavy, she pounced, sliding him along the length of her so she could get him nice and slippery. Even now, he was sometimes a little much, especially in this position. Kayla couldn’t wait for sensation to consume her and positive feelings to override the sickness she’d felt when she saw Devon’s face twisted in anguish.
Dave gripped her waist and shook her a bit. “Focus on me. This. We can work out the rest later.”
Kayla swallowed hard and directed his cock toward her core. She sank over it, the blunt tip wedging inside her until she allowed gravity to help her slide downward. His hands were there, slowing her descent, always careful not to let her rush and risk causing herself even the slightest bit of pain.
“I’ve got you,” he promised. “I’m here, remember?”
Kayla bit her lip and nodded. She should have gone to find him when her emotions started to bubble over but she’d been scared and dumb and…
“Later.” He held her still and rocked up a bit more, feeding her another inch or two of his shaft.
She concentrated on what he was doing to her body, lighting it up and making it sing. It only took a few more seconds of them working together to fuse their bodies for her intruding thoughts to evaporate. And when she held him fully within her, she breathed out a sigh of relief.
“That’s better. When you’re ready, ride me.” He petted her flank then reached around to smack her ass. She might have been on top, but he owned her heart and soul.
Kayla did as he instructed. She found their perfect pace, his cock rubbing the most sensitive places within her, nudging the
