He was at the split of my pussy lips, hovering right over my clit, and I wanted to lift my hips so bad they jerked.
“Of course,” I told him.
He reached for his pants and pulled out his phone.
“Then record,” he ordered.
I hit his phone unlock button and cursed when a lock came up.
I scowled at the screen. “You have a passcode.”
He chuckled, then darted his tongue out to sweep just the tip along my clit.
I groaned and reached for his head, cursing all over again when my hands couldn’t find purchase in his long hair.
“Your hair sucks,” I gasped.
“My hair sucks,” he agreed. “I miss it being long.”
I concurred.
“I don’t know what to do with my hands,” I groaned as I reached for his ears.
He chuckled as he said, “Passcode. It’s your birthday.”
Opening one eye and biting my lip with concentration, I typed in my birthday, month and year, and immediately got in.
“That’s sweet,” I breathed.
A gasp left me seconds later when he penetrated me with one thick finger.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” I whispered.
“You feel so hot,” he said before nibbling on my clit with his lips. “You taste so good.”
I had no clue what he was talking about.
But I had to admit, the taste of him on my lips wasn’t ‘good’ per se, but it definitely was hot as fuck.
I couldn’t stop myself from shifting my legs a bit and pressing myself deeper into his mouth.
“I’m glad you think so, since I can’t really change what I taste like,” I admitted. “Though I read in Cosmo that if you eat sweet foods, that it changes the taste of your cum.”
He hummed and went back to work, his fingers curling and moving as he concentrated on what he was doing.
“Does it feel better?” I managed to gasp between breaths. “The no hair?”
“It’s been a while,” he said between kisses and licks. “And last time, I was trying to make it good for you, and concentrating overly hard. But this time, I’m able to take my time. That means that I can play and explore and do things to you like this.” He licked me from clit to my backside, stopping just before he would get to that part of me. “And not have to worry about choking on your hair.”
I snickered at his words.
“It wasn’t that bad.” I gasped when he replaced one finger with two.
“Are you close?”
Boy, was I.
I was seconds away from detonating and he’d only been at this for mere seconds.
“My jaw was aching like a motherfucker when I was done with you,” I grumbled as I climbed higher and higher. “All you have to do is work that talented tongue of yours and I’m ready to burst.”
He chuckled. “Being a man is definitely better at times.”
“Yeah,” I gasped, unaware of what I was saying. “And you can pee standing up.”
Then I wasn’t thinking much at all because my body was taking over, and things were bursting inside of me as if they’d never burst apart before.
Listen, I gave myself regular orgasms. Once, I did it with a dildo that I thought might resemble Troup’s cock. In retrospect, it wasn’t even close to the real thing.
But hell, only one of his fuckin’ fingers was enough to get me off, and that wasn’t anywhere near as big as his cock was.
Speaking of cocks, his was back up to full mast, and he was reaching for a condom that was in his pocket.
“Came prepared this time, I see,” I teased.
He grinned as he rolled that condom down the length of his cock. “Yeah, because I knew you couldn’t keep your hands off of me.”
I laughed and tackled him to the ground, but I had a feeling that he’d let me take him down.
A man like Troup didn’t go down unless he wanted to.
And he definitely wanted to.
Especially when I straddled his body and positioned myself above his cock.
“Sit on me, baby,” he ordered, urging me faster.
I positioned his cock at my entrance and slowly started to sink down on top of him.
It was the single most delicious burning stretch I’d felt in the longest of times. A year, to be exact.
“Open your eyes.” His harsh, ragged words had my eyes lazily sliding open.
I swallowed hard and looked at him, my breath hitching in my chest with each delicious inch I took of him.
“Yeah?” I breathed, looking down to realize that I’d only taken about half of him.
“Look at me, baby,” he ordered again.
I brought my head up, and my eyes locked with his.
“I want to see your eyes as I fill you,” he breathed.
I groaned as I pressed farther down, but never broke the eye contact.
I came to a point with about three-quarters of him inside of me that I wasn’t sure that he was going to fit—which was funny seeing as I knew he would—when he placed his hands on my hips.
“Go back up, then come back down,” he urged.
I licked my lips, following his instructions, and realized that I had to get him slick with me. Then he’d slide right in.
We repeated this process until finally he slid all the way inside.
“Oh yes,” I breathed, unable to hold his gaze anymore as my head fell backward and my eyes stared blankly at the sky.
The palm of his hand smoothed down the length of my chest, his thumb and pinky spread wide so that each of them brushed against my nipples as his hand moved.
I groaned, causing him to chuckle.
“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”
His words had me leaning forward and pressing my lips to his.
His hands moved to my ass and moved me even farther forward, urging me to move.
I did, slowly rocking along against him.
And each time I moved forward, my clit would drag along his pubic hair, making my already sensitive clit jolt higher and higher.
“God,” he whispered against my mouth. “This, exactly, is what I’ve missed for an entire year. You in my arms. My cock inside of you. Your mouth on mine. And not necessarily all
