Page 31 of Please Don't Leave Me

“If you’d be more comfortable there.”

I nod and start to lift myself off of him. He puts his hands under my thighs, stands up, and wraps my legs around him. He must be incredibly strong to have done that so smoothly. I’m not sure how it’s possible, but I’m even more wet after that.

He heads down the hallway, walking slowly since my lips are locked to his, blocking his view. “Last door on the left,” I say against his lips.

He turns left, and my back hits the wall. At first, I think he turned too early, but this is intentional. He presses his body against mine to hold me up, and he reaches out his right hand to open the door. Before taking me in, he holds me against the wall for a second. Pulling his lips away from mine to look at me, he says, “I need you to tell me if you ever want me to stop.”

How does this man manage to make consent sexy? “I will. But I won’t.” He gives me a skeptical look that makes me giggle. “I promise I will let you know if I want you to stop. But I really don’t see that happening,” I clarify for him. “I want you.” Not being able to wait any longer, I press my lips to his, and he responds with a rumble from the back of his throat.

Our pace quickens as he tears me off the wall, walks into my room, and throws me on the bed. No one is going to be coming into the apartment, so I don’t bother telling him to shut the door.

I’m lying horizontally on my queen-size bed, with thelower half of my legs dangling off the side. He crawls over me, supporting his weight with his forearms so he’s not crushing me. We lock lips again, and his left hand runs through my hair while his right picks up my leg at the knee and hugs it close to him. I arch my back as he grinds his hips into mine.

I run my hands down his front and grab him through his jeans, wanting to rile him up more.

It works. I feel his smile on my lips. “Are you trying to kill me, Lou?”

I giggle. “Maybe.”

He lifts himself off me and kneels on the floor in front of me. He tugs on my arms to help me sit up. Reaching around me, he grabs the waistband of my leggings and looks up at me for permission. Instead of answering him, I reach my hands around, place them over his, and lift my hips. Guiding his hands down my ass, we slowly remove my pants, leaving my panties on. I scoot forward to the edge of the bed because I can only pray I know where this is going.

He places his hands on my knees and gently spreads my thighs, positioning himself between them. He looks up and kisses me softly on the lips. His lips continue traveling down my neck, my chest. He reaches up, slips a bra strap off my shoulder, and pulls down my bra to expose my nipple. It’s peaked from all the arousal. He plants his lips around it and swirls his tongue. I moan because it feels so good. He lets go and slides my bra strap back on my shoulder.

He leans down and starts grazing his lips up my inner thigh, running from my knees to my center. Then he repeats it on the other side. This time, when he gets to the center, he loops his fingers around my thong and pulls it down my legs. I’m fully exposed to him now and so workedup that I was pooling in my underwear. He runs a finger through the soaking crease and moans.

SAM

She’s so wet, and I want to be inside her. But not yet; I want to taste her first. I sweep my tongue up her center; she tastes amazing. Her hands fly to my hair and grabs it as she gasps. After a few seconds, she sighs and releases my hair.

I place her legs over my shoulders to give me better access to her. She completely surrenders and throws herself back down on her bed.

I slide one finger in while my mouth still explores her folds. She’s so ready for me that I know she can take another one. I add one more finger, and she shudders. I curl my fingers and feel around till I get the reaction I’m looking for to know I’m in the right spot. I know it’s different for every woman, so I try to read their body language as best as I can.

I continue, gently tugging, licking, and sucking. I can feel little pulses starting to build, so I keep doing what I am doing. Her hands find my hair again and grab hold. Her body tenses, and eventually, her muscles contract around my fingers as she comes for me.

I slowly remove my fingers and remove her legs from over my shoulders. Before I can wipe my face, she surprises me by quickly sitting up and grabbing my face, slanting her open mouth over mine, and sweeping her tongue in. I answer with a sweep of my tongue, then gently bite her lower lip.

We both stand up, and she pivots us, so now my back is to the bed. She reaches down and fusses with my belt for abit before I reach down and do it for her. “Sorry, it’s got a little lever on the bottom.”

“You were setting me up for failure there.”

“When I got dressed for our date, I didn’t quite think it through this far.”

She smiles up at me as she undoes the button on my jeans and then my zipper.

LOUISA

Already, I can tell he’s bigger than I’ve ever had before just by what’s straining against his boxer briefs. I pull down both those and his jeans at the same time. I have no patience left. I need this man inside me. The orgasm he gave me only made me needier.

He kicks his pants to the side, runs his hands all the way up my arms, and cups my face in both hands, kissing me. I place my palms on his shoulders and lower him into the bed.

I’m a girl who likes to please, and after what he just did to me, I’m extra eager to show him what I can do to him. It’s such a turn-on for me when I make a man have to fight not to come.

He watches me as I bend over to grab a condom out of my nightstand. I can tell he’s staring at my ass, and I love it. After I tear one off of the pack, I stop. I don’t think this is going to fit. These are leftovers from when Jay and I were together; he didn’t need magnums.

I turn to him, embarrassed to ask, but what choice do I have? “This isn’t going to fit, is it?”

He rubs the back of his neck and winces. “Ireally don’t mean to sound like a douche, but probably not. It’ll likely go on, but I don’t want to risk it tearing.”

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