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Tilly
“When’s the last time you were fucked?”
I look down to where his cheek is resting on my thigh.
He’s been teasing me with the tip of his tongue since he brought me into his bedroom. He put me on the bed, crawled over me and settled between my legs.
“I know the last time you fucked.” I throw my arm over my face. “Wendy, right? Or was it more recently than that?”
“Matilda.” His voice comes out as a low warning. “Don’t.”
I smile to myself as I feel his tongue whip across my swollen clit again. “Don’t ask me questions that you’re not willing to answer yourself.”
That earns me a brush of his teeth over my tender flesh. I squirm to get more. I need more. I came in the hallway, but he’s been torturing me like this for what feels like an hour, although I doubt it’s been more than fifteen minutes.
“You’re so tight.” He licks a finger before he slides it inside of me. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
His words send a jolt of need to my core and I clench around him.
“Lick me,” I whimper. “Or fuck me.”
His tongue lashes my clit. “Patience.”
I have none right now. I don’t care that he knows it. It’s been months since I’ve been with a man, and he had nothing on Sebastian. Foreplay, to my last lover, was a kiss on my mouth and one sweep of his hand over my panties before he pushed them aside and slid his sheathed dick in.
“I want you.” I know it sounds shameless, but I feel more comfortable with him than I’ve ever felt with a man before.
“You want me to fuck you,” he growls. “You want my cock, don’t you?”
I nod as I look down at his face.
His nose is swollen and the bruising has darkened, but he’s still gorgeous.
He kisses the inside of my thigh softly before he moves to cover my sex with his mouth.
“Oh, please,” I whimper as I feel my pulse race. “Just like that.”
He moans against my clit as he takes it between his lips to suck.
I buck my hips, wanting to feel more. My hands get lost in his hair and when the heat races through me, I call out his name as I come again under his touch.
***
“Fuck,” he hisses the word out from between clenched teeth. “Look at us.”
I look down at where the wide crown of his cock is resting against my pussy. He put on a condom after I came. I watched his every move, captivated by his muscular, cut body and that cock that I haven’t stopped thinking about.
I saw it the first night we met, but this is different.
Tonight he’s all mine.
His hand cradles my ass to tilt me up, angling my body. “Relax, Matilda. I need you to relax.”
I nod as my eyelids flutter shut under the weight of my desire. “Please, just fuck me.”
He chuckles and it rumbles through his chest and into mine. We’re pressed so tightly together.
Forehead-touching-forehead.
Body-against-body.
Heart-to-heart.
“Don’t rush me.” He presses a kiss to my neck, his breath trailing over my flesh. “I want this to last all night.”
I want that too.
He slides into me with one delicious long stroke and I tremble beneath him.
“This is incredible,” he says in a ragged breath. “I’ve never felt...”
My breathing drowns out his words as I writhe beneath him when he pumps into me in deep, measured strokes.
I whimper and moan through each thrust, whispering words that I don’t recognize, sounds I’ve never heard myself make.
His lips find mine in a frenzied, fevered kiss that pushes me into the throes of another orgasm.
I come hard around him, screaming his name against his mouth before he flips me on my side, pushes my leg up and fucks me hard.
He groans my name when he comes. His cock is hard and thick as he thrusts deep in furious strokes before he collapses next to me.
