He licked through the narrow slit, groaning at the sweet, feminine taste of her. Sweet heaven, she was hot, her juices heavy and slick like the sweetest syrup.
Pushing her legs even farther apart, he was only distantly aware of her small feet bracing against the edge of the counter. Her hips lifted for him as he parted the folds with the fingers of one hand, and licked deeper, more firmly.
He was dying for the taste of her, and here she was. A banquet. A sweet delicate offering that he didn’t have the strength to resist any longer.
That he couldn’t resist.
Hannah curled her fingers in Rick’s hair and fought to hold back the cries that threatened to pour from her lips. She felt his fingers caressing the opening of her sex as his tongue licked along the folds, circled her clit and lowered again.
He was licking her like candy, taking her with his mouth and tongue until she wondered if she could bear the sensations, even as she craved more.
The teasing was over, and she didn’t regret it. She needed more of him. Needed him until she was arching against him and calling out his name even though she tried to hold back the desperate sounds.
“God, you’re sweet.” His tongue sank inside her pussy, stealing her breath for a long, dazed second as she nearly exploded with the intensity of the pleasure.
She’d never had that before. She’d never had a man fuck her with his tongue, and feeling Rick doing it was the most sensual thing she had ever experienced.
He thrust his tongue inside her, retreated, took her again. Hannah could feel herself panting for breath, dying for more. It was exquisite. Hot and wicked and sexy.
When he pulled back, he didn’t leave her wanting. His head lifted until he was kissing her clit, drawing it between his lips briefly as he kissed it deeply. Two expert fingers pressed inside the greedy entrance, working into her as she gasped, her hands tightening in his hair, perspiration dampening her flesh.
“More,” she gasped desperately. “Oh God, Rick. Please.”
Next he drew her clit between his lips, licked it with his tongue, while stroking his fingers inside her.
She was so close. She could feel the desperation clawing inside her now, clenching in her womb and spilling more of her juices to his fingers.
As he sucked at her clit, his tongue flicked over it, worked it with sensual mastery as his fingers fucked into her, stroking her past sanity and into a whirlwind that overtook her.
She felt the explosion tearing through her. Her orgasm raced through her senses, tearing his name from her lips and lifting her upper body. He worked her orgasm, lengthening it, caressing her through it and driving the pleasure higher.
Collapsing back against the counter, she fought to find her breath, to clear her head as she felt him move between her thighs.
When she forced her eyes open and looked down her body, she saw the head of his sheathed cock nudging against the flushed folds of her pussy.
Hannah watched, her breath suspended in her throat, as the broad, blunt crest pressed against her, stroked fire against the sensitive nerve endings, and began to part the tender entrance to her body.
“Rick.” She breathed out his name, suspended in pleasure now, watching, feeling, locked in a vortex of such sensation that she wondered if she would ever completely escape it.
The heavy flesh parted hers, worked in, stretching her, bur
ning the tender tissue erotically as it gave beneath the blunt force. The exquisite sensations whipped through her, tightening her body as she fought to hold on to her control just another moment. Just one more second. She wanted to watch, wanted to memorize this moment so she could hold it inside her forever.
Looking up at him, she saw the hard, brutally tight features of his face, his golden gaze narrowed as he watched as well, his cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted. Pleasure suffused his expression with the same intensity that it suffused her body.
He worked his cock inside her slowly. Back and forth, sinking in inch by slow inch until they were both groaning with the pleasure of it, desperate for more.
Her hands curled around his wrists as his hands gripped her hips, holding her still as he gave a final thrust and buried himself to the hilt inside her.
Hannah stared at where they merged, mesmerized, locked in a sensual, erotic fantasy that she couldn’t believe was real.
“Damn,” he breathed out roughly, his gaze finally lifting to hers. “You’re tight, Hannah. So sweet and hot, and so tight around me.”
She felt her pussy spasm around his cock then, tightening, gripping him in reflex as he grimaced with the pleasure.
“Hold on to me,” he whispered, blinking against the sweat that dampened his face. “God, Hannah. I don’t think I can hold on here.”
She shook her head desperately, fighting just to breathe. “Don’t hold on,” she whispered, needing him with the same hunger that he seemed to need her. “Take me, Rick. Please God.” Her voice broke on a cry. “More. I need more now.”