Page 178 of Small Town Firsts
My skirt rose as his touch grew bolder. When the cool air of the room hit my over-sensitized flesh, I had to bite back a whole different kind of growl.
His fingers went from my thighs to the heavy curve of my ass. He lifted my dress higher and I tried to move away from him.
“I know I’m not perfect.”
His grip intensified as his tongue flicked over the crease where my butt met thigh. I wobbled on my feet, but he held me still. “This ass is perfection.” He filled his hands and I wanted to die.
I could only imagine how much flesh overflowed even his big hands. No matter how much running around I did, I had a butt for days. Probably because of my deep and abiding love for ice cream.
Living over an ice cream parlor definitely wasn’t helping my affliction.
“Open your legs, Al.”
“Seth, I don’t need all this. I’m totally a sure thing.”
“Then open your fucking legs.”
My boots thudded on the carpet as I widened my stance. I felt ridiculous. On display in a way I’d never imagined.
He bunched up my skirt and maneuvered me until I was actually sticking out my ass. Before I could slap his hands away and smack him for being so ridiculous, his warm, wet tongue slid between my thighs and along my dripping pussy.
The little squeak became a moan as I dragged in all available oxygen in the room. I had no choice but to bend my knees or I’d topple onto my face.
He didn’t let up. Didn’t give an inch.
Or rather he gave me a lot more than I thought was possible with just his tongue and lips. He curled inside of me and carved out every space, every drop of wetness and I lost my balance as the room fuzzed.
I grabbed for something and found his wrist. He held my ass apart to get deeper. Leaving no part of me untouched. I didn’t have time to be embarrassed.
There was nothing but his tongue and his hands, holding me open.
I gripped his wrist and his hand turned to lock onto my arm, then he did the same with the other until I was tethered to him. I should have had control at that point, but there was no controlling this man. There was only surviving.
And I wasn’t entirely sure that was possible. His devil of a tongue slid between my folds and up to my clit then back until I was a mess.
God, I didn’t have any resistance to this insidious level of seduction. He played my body like he played his piano late at night when he’d had too many glasses of whiskey.
He let one of my hands go and slowly slipped a finger inside of me.
I purred out his name and my body went tighter and tighter in reaction to his invasion. I was helpless against his mouth and the pressure of the pads of his fingers at my clit.
The first orgasm sucker-punched me. Somehow, I didn’t even realize I’d coasted up and through the teasing and into the victory circle. My thighs shook and my scream ended in his name.
“Fuck, you’re so damn tight.” He pushed a second finger inside me and I arched to get away from him. My body was too sensitive as I soared and crashed in the space of thirty seconds.
“That’s it, baby. Give me everything.”
I tried to curl into myself, but he wouldn’t let me go. My knees trembled and the heel of my boot tapped out the little aftershocks as my body tried to process this level of stimuli.
He stood up and buried his face in my neck as he turned his hand and fucked me with his fingers. I cried out as the pleasure twisted into pain. “Seth, wait.”
He paused. “I’m sorry. Was I too rough? You soaked my face, so I thought you were with me.” He made sweet hushing sounds against my ear. “I’m sorry. I got too into it.”
I breathed through the invasion of just two of his thick fingers. How the hell was I going to take his cock?
God, I was so over my head.
“Don’t tense up.” He wrapped his other arm around my waist and fit his cock against my ass. “You’re perfect. We’re so good together, can’t you feel it?”
