Page 70 of Destined Dawn
I chuckle.
Special?
When has sex ever been special? It’s always been an itch that needed scratching. Nothing more.
But with her, I think it could be – I know it will be – a hell of a lot more.
So I’ll be patient again.
I withdraw my fingers from inside her, slowly, reveling in the way her pussy clamps around me like it doesn’t want me to go, and a long whine issues from her throat. Then I bring that hand up to my face. My fingers glisten with her arousal.It smells slightly bitter like all girls do. Usually I’d want to wash this shit off me. Usually I wouldn’t even be bothering with fingering a girl in the first place. Why bother with a pathetic entrée when you can plunge straight into the main course? But again, this is different. I have a desire to know everything about her – including how she tastes. And so, I place my finger in my mouth and suck on it like a baby with a pacifier.
The taste is tart and a little sweet as it spreads over my tongue and the beast goes fucking wild for it inside me, desperate to break free and fucking lick her himself. I resist him. We may have a better understanding now, but this is my time with her, and fuck if I’m about to give it up.
When I open my eyes again, Rhi has twisted around to face me, right up close against my chest, the blanket still a tangle around our shoulders. For a moment we’re just staring at each other and then that girl does the last thing in the world I expect her to do. She drops down to her knees on the cold ground and reaches up to undo the fly of my pants.
“We might be seen,” I protest, half-hearted.
“I’ll know if there’s someone coming.”
“But you don’t have to,” I say, “you’re not obliged.”
She smiles at me. “Spencer, do you really think I’d do anything because I felt obliged?”
I grin back at her. She has a point. I can’t see Rhi doing anything at all she didn’t want to.
“So you’re going to do this because you think I want it or because you think it will be good?”
She tilts her head. “I’m kind of hoping it will be both.”
“So just to clarify, you think sucking my cock will be good?”
She rolls her eyes. “Do you want me to do this because if you do, you’re doing a really great job of–”
“I want you to do it,” I say, clamping my hands over hers so she can’t pull them away. Stars, do I want her to do this! Her mouth. Plush pouty pink lips. I’ve been dreaming about how good her mouth would look wrapped about my dick. And fuck, I haven’t had those kind of dreams since I was a pup. “I just wanted to hear you say it too.”
“Spencer,” she says, drawing down my zipper, “I want to suck on your cock.” Then she gives me one of her defiant looks, like she’s challenging me or something. “I like it, okay?”
Fuck, I think she just killed me. I groan and watch in amazement as she draws my stiff cock from my briefs and examines my length, her eyes darkening with lust like she actually really does want to do this.
It’s another fucking first. I thought girls were about as into this as I was into the fingering. I thought they said bullshit about your dick being magnificent and all that crap because they thought they had to. But fuck, Rhianna Blackwaters looks at my cock like she really does want to devour it. Nothing fake about it. All genuine.
This girl surprises me every goddamn day.
She shuffles forward on her knees, my cock head bumping against her cheek, leaving a line of silver precome trailing over her skin.
Then she captures my cock in her mouth and sucks and the fucking stars in the sky multiply before my eyes.
“Fucccckkkkk,” I groan. “Fuck that feels good.”
She circles her tongue over my cockhead like she wants to taste every inch of me and then she takes a hold of my shaft in both her fists and jerks me off as she sucks again, right into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks. And thisgirl must really like sucking cock, because fuck she’s good at it.
My balls are aching something chronic. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve fucked a girl, since they’ve got down on their knees for me like this, since I’ve even touched myself. At first, Rhianna was buzzing around in my head too much for me to even want to think about another girl, let alone fuck one. And then, then everything else happened, and once the pain had died away, there was nothing left. No more feelings.
Numbness. Only numbness.
Now every part of me feels alive. Like the way she’s sucking on my cock is bringing me back to life. Every nerve tingles. Every sinew snaps.
I don’t know how long I’m going to last. I want it to last forever. For her to never stop. She looks like a queen, a goddess, kneeling before me, her cheeks pink, her eyes dark, her lashes wet. I reach down and tangle my fingers in her dark hair, as soft as her silk dress to the touch.
