Page 160 of Biggest Player
My hips move of their own accord, as if his dick were inside and not his tongue, seeking more ... more of the exquisite pleasure. The pain of waiting.
I let out another soft moan to urge him on, my body beginning to tremble with the intensity. Things quake. I try to make them stop, but they’re not cooperating.
Oh my God . . .
“Dex,” I whisper, my voice shaking too. “Please ...”
“Please what?” He looks up at me, eyes dark with desire.
I can’t say anything.
The sight of him with his face buried between my legs is enough in itself to send me over the edge. He holds my gaze as his tongue licks me, as his mouth sucks.
He’s just so fucking good at this ...
Too good.
I clench my inner muscles, knowing that the tension will make the orgasm stronger.
I am a tight coil ready to snap.
“J-Jeezus ...,” I mutter, grasping for his shoulders, fingers brushing his flesh.
Reach for his hair—it’s the only thing I can cling to other than the sheets.
My breath comes in short gasps as I strain toward my release.
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, that coil inside me snaps like a rubber band.
I cry out, convulsing with the force of my orgasm.
Tremors.
Shivers.
Racks of delicious, pleasurable pain.
But Dex doesn’t stop. He keeps at it. Sucking. Licking. All the things to prolong my pleasure until I’m a limp, breathless mess. When he finally pulls away, I can barely move, lifeless and sated.
I find my voice. “Oh.”
Oh = oh my God.
Oh = orgasm.
He crawls up the bed and gathers me in his arms. When I’m finally able to move my arms, I wrap them around him and rest my head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. It’s steady but fast, thumping as wildly as mine.
His hand strokes my hair, his touch soothing and comforting.
He kisses me.
“You’re amazing,” I whisper, my voice still shaky.
“No, you are.”
I won’t argue with that.
I can feel him smiling as his warm breath caresses the crown of my head.
