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I nod way too eagerly, enjoying, liking, craving this possibly a lot more than I should.
“Good. I’m not gonna fuck this up.” His voice is low like he’s speaking to himself, and his words astound me because I’d been having the exact same thought. And then he drops forward and moves to cover me once again.
I clench my fists as his hips come down to meet mine, the weight of them ... the weight of what’sbetweenthem ... sinking right where I need it. The stiff shaft of his erection presses down onto my clithard,and when he tips his hips forward, I forget my marching orders. I tilt my hips up to meet his and gasp. The friction is heavenly, and I moan even louder as he slides back.
He snakes one hand around the back of my neck and squeezes so tight, my head tips back and is stuck like this. “Jesus.” His lips trail up the front of my throat, and then, gently, way too fucking gently, he kisses the tip of my chin, still covered in crusty scabs from my fall earlier this eternity, because that’s how it feels—like an eternity has passed since then. A hundred lifetimes. A thousand.
And I fall in every single one.
It’s too much, all of it is way too much. Too fast. And the sensations rocking me sideways are telling me that none of that matters because my body wants more. My hips tip up into his, and I shift them, workingmyself over the heavenly heat of his solid length because he’s stopped moving. Sensation erupts in my clit, and Rollo’s head drops forward onto the pillow above my head. I can feel his warm breath through my hair as he squeezes my neck a little harder. My mouth opens on a squeak that’s part pain, part pleasure. I open my mouth to beg for ...something, but he takes advantage of that and arches his back so that he can keep our hips together and still brush his lips over mine. Tentative. Seeking.
My eyes close. I lick my upper lip, savoring the charred taste of him, and bite his lower one. And then everything slams into motion. He starts making that sound that stems from a place deep within him that humans don’t have, and as his head kicks back, his chest comes to cover my face and that sound moves through me everywhere. Everywhere. Ev-ery-where. His body is a vibrator, and my clit is not immune. I wail like a banshee, clinging to him for dear life, as desperate notes of a long-lost orgasm threaten to tear me into pieces.
Heat pricks the backs of my eyes with greater intensity. There’s no way this is happening. No reason for this to happen. I touched him, and now my legs are spread and his hips are pumping into mine bruisingly, his erection rubbing angrily through the flimsy barrier of my panties, igniting my clit and the rest of me.
Dropping onto his elbows with one hand still around the back of my neck, his free hand comes down to the hem of my shirt, which he lifts, wasting no seconds in exploring the fact that I’m not wearing a bra.
“Nessa,” he groans, breaking our kiss long enough to sweep my face with his gaze. He frowns. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I blurt on a wet laugh. “Yes. Sorry, this is embarrassing. It’s just ... been a long time ... for me.”
He nods, and his face relaxes. “Me too.” He lifts my shirt up over my boobs, bunching the fabric along my collar. Then he looks down and bites his lower lip once before moving down, down, too far for us to maintain the friction of our lower halves. “And never like this.”
He moves to suck on my left breast, pulling the nipple all the way into his mouth. He moans around it, and just when I think I’m not going to be able to keep my hands in place, I become sure of it when one of his hands moves to rub my clit over my panties. I grab his hair, but he shoves my hands aside and gives my clit a hard spank.
No one has ever done that to me before, and I gasp, partly in shock, partly in elation, and when he does it again, I whimper even louder. As my eyelids flutter, he slides his middle and ring fingers into my mouth.
“Suck.” I suck. “Good girl.” I’m such a good girl. “You want to come?” I moan and nod and squeeze my thighs together around his hips. I can’t give any other answer. “Then you’re going to need to learn to follow instructions, Nessa. Keep your hands still.”
His fingers return to my clit, and somehow he manages to suck on my right breast, keep his fingers pumping in and out of my mouth, and keep rubbing my clit all simultaneously. At least, for a few minutes. Because as the heat in my body starts to build and I start to get closer, Rollo starts to lose tempo.
“Fuck.” He grabs my hands above my head with one of his while the other squeezes my left breast hard enough to make me cry out. His mouth captures the sound, and he kisses me brutally as he prowls back up my body, lining our hips back up. I can’t move at all. He’s too heavy. He’s holding me so close.
My clit throbs as he starts to thrust against me with more force this time. “You’re going to come for me on the count of five, Nessa.”
I nod, and it’s at this point that I start to become aware that this male may be a problem for me. Because right now, if he told me to get on all fours and bark like a dog, I would throw myself to the ground, let him collar and leash me.
“Five.” He kisses me hungrily, sucking the moans out of my throat, drinking my breath. “Four.”
“I can’t ...” I gasp, breaking the kiss, my eyelids fluttering. “I’m coming ...”
“No. You’re going to wait.” He speaks in a snarl, the rumbling of his chest so loud, it makes it hard to hear him. He lifts his hips off mine for a second, long enough to reach between us and slap my clit again, and then he does something dastardly. He hooks two fingers into the crotch of my panties and drags them to the side. He slides his cock in between the folds of my labia between my brown lips, without penetrating me, but teasing me mercilessly instead.
“Fuck, Nessa. You wet like this for me?”
“Yes, Rollo,” I whisper, full of need.
His eyes blaze so bright a white, it catches me off guard. I moan as he slips his cock through my folds, up higher this time to rub directly against my swollen clit, and he grunts. “Three.”
He pumps again, more forcefully. I’m barely hanging on. “Two.”
He starts to thrust in earnest now, and I’m not going to make it ... I’m not making it. My head is tossing side to side, my hands are reaching for him, but he keeps them locked. His hand on my tit squeezes so hard, I think I’ll burst everywhere all at once ... “One.”
The pressure of my orgasm hurts, exacerbated by the fact that my core gapes, wanting his cock in me so desperately. As if he’s heard my pleas, his fingers on my chest move down my body, and he slips two fingers inside of me.
“Christ, Nessa,” he groans.
I cry out as my entire body clenches up, and he keeps thrusting against my clit while pumping his fingers in and out of me. His fingers speed up just as I start to come down, and I don’t understand what happens in the next second because it’s never happened to me before. My clit aches, pinching acutely in the afterglow, but that doesn’t stop another orgasm from trampling right over the first. My back arches; my ass clenches. I can feel him everywhere. His heat is so much.
