A rough male groan met the protest as she felt his fingers part her further, his tongue licking lower, flickering over the inner folds as his fingers began to circle and caress the opening to her vagina.
She needed him. She needed his tongue fucking her, his fingers. She needed every stroke of possessive heat he had to give impaling her.
She arched to him, desperately seeking that final touch that wo
uld send her flying over the edge of ecstasy.
“Sweet, Tehya,” he groaned. “I could get drunk on the taste of you, baby.”
His tongue moved lower, licking, laving, the tender flesh as her fingers tightened in his hair and fought to hold him in place. If he would just lick a little harder, just a little higher.
“Please,” she cried out, agonizing pleasure burning through her. “Give me your tongue, Jordan. Oh God, please fuck me. Fuck me with your tongue.”
His tongue sank inside the desperate, clenching depths of her pussy with a hard, hungry stroke.
“Jordan!” Breathless, pleasure screaming through her now, she shuddered beneath the caress. His tongue began licking at the ultrasensitive tissue inside her, drawing her juices to his tongue. He stoked a fire inside her that she couldn’t escape. Each impalement of his tongue, each hungry penetration parted her clenched muscles, revealing tender nerve endings, stroking a burning need that only rose with each penetration.
The battle Jordan fought as he tasted her, drew her to him, and felt the ripple of tender, internal muscles caressing his tongue, was one he knew he was losing. The battle to simply pleasure her. The battle to hold himself aloof had been lost before he even touched her.
He had meant to show her she couldn’t push him away, couldn’t force him out of her life when she needed him. Instead, he found himself spiraling completely out of control. He lost himself. But he was finding himself in the pleasure he could feel coming from her.
The heated, intimate sweetness flowing from her was intoxicating. He was a man possessed, so fucking starved for the taste of her that once it exploded against his tongue he lost the ability to pull back. To hold back.
His fingers tightened against her thighs, holding them apart as he fought to hold his caresses in check. And he was losing that battle as well. His tongue showed inside her, fucking her with deep, heated tastes of her snug little cunt.
Before he knew it he was drawing the sweet, slick essence of her pussy, dragging it lower, caressing and lubricating the tender entrance to her ass. It was a pleasure he had meant to ease her into. A pleasure he couldn’t resist giving her.
Tehya jerked, her fingers tightening in his hair, as she cried out his name, her voice broken, hunger throbbing through it. His finger slipped inside the snug anal entrance, felt the tender musles tighten as tongue fucked inside her pussy. Her juices spilled to his tongue, eased past it and spilled to the cleft of her rear where he caught it, eased it further back and used the slick essence to penetrate her snug ass deeper.
His fingers pulled back, gathered more of the rich, lush cream and drew it back again, tucking his finger against that tender entrance as he dragged his tongue back from the sweetness of her pussy. He wanted to watch the intimate penetration, watch her take him with greedy hunger.
“Jordan.” She wailed his name again, her hips arching, bearing down against the shallow penetration of his fingertip easing inside the tiny anal entrance.
“God, Tehya,” he groaned, using his thumb to drag more of her juices to his finger before easing further inside her. He delivered another heated kiss to her clit, as his finger pulled back then impaled her once again as the tender bud of her clit drew him again.
It was swollen, throbbing, a tempting, pink little sweet that drew his lips, his tongue, as he fucked her rear with gentle strokes of his finger, loving the tight heat that gripped it.
He’d once thought he preferred a silent lover. Until Tehya. He’d watched the restraint he’d always seen her use disintegrate beneath his caresses. Listened to her sultry cries and knew he’d never again be satisfied with less.
Licking the silken, bare flesh of her pussy made a hunger unlike anything he had ever known before build inside him. Taking her rear with his fingers, feeling her, hearing her pleasure stroked his senses. Her fingers pulled at his hair, her thighs parted further for him as his finger slipped further inside the delicate opening of her ass and his tongue returned to the clenched entrance of her pussy.
“You’re killing me,” she panted, the sound of her pleasure causing his muscles to tense as he fought to hold back the ravenous urges clawing at his dick.
He needed to fuck her. If he didn’t get his dick inside her he was going to die from the need.
He had to force himself to pull his finger back from her rear, but he couldn’t force his lips from her pussy. Moving back to the throbbing bud of her clit, he closed his lips around it and drew it into his mouth, sucking it, laving it with his tongue as a growling moan vibrated in his throat. He was starving for her, desperate for more.
He felt her orgasm rising. As he tucked the tips of two fingers against the flexing entrance to her pussy, he could feel the fragile tissue clenching, her juices flowing, as her hips began to grind against his lips. She was so fucking close to coming for him that he swore he could almost feel her nearing ecstasy himself.
Laying his tongue against the side of her clit, sucking her more firmly, he began to rub against the sensitive bud. His fingers moved harder, faster, impaling her hot flesh, fucking her harder, deeper in response to the hoarse, pleading cries tearing from her throat.
A second later he felt her explode. Her pussy clamped on his thrusting fingers, milking them as her clit gave a hard, convulsive throb and her juices began to spill along his fingers. Hot cuntal walls rippled, spasmed, locking on his fingers and shuddering in ecstasy.
She was coming for him, melting around him. His lips held onto her clit as she bucked against him, driving his fingers deeper, grinding her clit against his suckling lips, his stroking tongue and thrusting fingers, while he used his free hand to release the tortured length of his dick.
Jordan surged to his full height, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her to the edge of the counter and directed her legs around his hips.
“Fuck me! Now!” she cried out, reaching for him, her eyes glowing with emerald fire as he tucked the head of his engorged cock against the cleft of her suckling pussy.