Page 69 of Unwritten Rules

Wiggling around, he gently pulled my sweats off while I let out an excited giggle. He flipped me over, so I was on top of him this time, grabbing at the back of my neck to pull me back to his mouth. He was starved for my mouth and I was fully straddling him. Just two small pieces of fabric between us...

I leaned into what felt right, my hips slowly rocking as we continued to make out, earning groans and harder grips from his hands. He started rocking into me and I knew this was my tipping point.

“Ready for more?” he growled into my mouth.

“Uh huh,” I breathed back into his.

On my back again in an instant, he was pulling off my underwear and positioning himself between my legs.Oh, fuck.He gingerly rubbed my thighs, priming me to his touch. He kissed the inside of my thigh sweetly. “I want to warm you up. I want you to lay back, look pretty, and tell me if something doesn’t work for you. Got it, Blondie?”

Warm me up?! I’m warm! Hot. On FIRE.

“Okay,” I whispered.

And just like that his mouth was on a very sensitive spot, tongue circling around my clit. I’d seen this acted out before, but oh my God, it felt like an itch being scratched I didn’t know I had. Slowly, he slipped a finger inside and gauged my reactions. I was breathing heavily, panting, and trying not to scream in joy.

“How’s my Blondie doing?”

Howwasn’tI doing with him eating me out? I didn’t know what to say, so I said “Great.”

Wow, it’s great! Can you tell I’m a weirdo?

My eyes rolled back when he started moving his finger upward with his mouth still firmly planted and tongue moving. It felt so fucking great, I didn’t lie about that. “Yes, very great,” flew out of my mouth and he chuckled.

A second finger slipped in and I bit my tongue so I couldn’t make a sound about it. Two fingers moving in and out slowly, I felt a build up brewing inside of me. The way he worked his tongue in sync with the way my body reacted wouldn’t have me lasting much longer. He ramped up intensity as if he could feel what I felt and kept hitting the spot just right. A puddle. I was a puddle. In a pool of pleasure that I never wanted to get out of.

He kept going to take me to my breaking point.Oh, fuck!There it was. It was so close to claiming me and I groaned and begged for more. “Yes,” I breathed.

Moaning in response, he held that spot, pushing me over the edge.

Did I scream? I hoped not, but I knew we weren’t being discreet in any way whatsoever.

I was sensitive and pulsing. He slowed down while my body spasmed out.Holy shit.

He moved back up, helping me out of my bralette and slipping out of his boxers. “I’ll be gentle,” he said, kissing my collarbone.

On top of me, I watched in full view as he stroked himself a couple of times. His gaze never left mine as he glided the tip up and down at my entrance before smoothly pushing himself inside me. It was a full feeling I desperately wanted to keep, and fuck, it felt so good.

Slow, steady strokes started us off as he leaned back down to take my lips with his again. My body responded strongly to every thrust with a moan of pleasure. Every move he made, my hips followed suit.

“Tell me what you feel,” he whispered softly. “I want to know everything going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

“I–erm.” I started stuttering. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.”

“I know.” He kissed me again. “Try your best.” He picked up the pace once he felt me relax with him inside me.

All I knew was that I didn’t want it to end. I gripped him harder. “I havenoidea how to describe how good this is. I want more.”

“More?” His tone was teasing, daring me.

I nodded.

“Say it again,” he demanded.

“More,” I pleaded. “I want more.”

He flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips back. “Put that pillow under your belly.”

I did as he told me, and I was semi bent over in a lying position with my ass in the air. My hips were gripped firmly, and he slid back inside me. We both groaned. A breath came low into my neck. “Ready?”

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