His fingers retreated, drew more of her juices back and began easing his fingertips slowly, gently inside as she felt the arousal, the hunger burning higher. As though the need were beginning to build a bond she couldn’t resist between them one that refused to release her.
A bond bred from his need for sexual dominance, and her sudden hunger to just submit. To give him anything and everything he could want from her at this moment.
His tongue moved over the swollen curves of her pussy, licked between them, then probed at the entrance of her vagina.
Tehya lowered her hips further, trying to get closer to his lips, his tongue as she let her fingers move lower, let them caress and cup the heavy weight of his balls as the heat inside seemed to surround her on the outside.
His tongue, wicked and fevered, fucked into her pussy, burying inside it as she cried out at the smooth penetration, the flaming licks. The feel of his hand at her hips, holding her in place as he pleasured her with each driving stroke of his tongue.
His cock throbbed in her mouth. Sucking him almost to her throat, she was so hungry for him, the taste of him, the touch of him that created a vortex of frantic pleasure. Her nails kneaded at his thighs. Her hips writhed in his grip, pressing against his fucking tongue, as she fought to breathe. She felt the sensations begin to build, to overtake her, enflaming her as she cried out his name pleadingly.
She was so close. She could feel it just out of reach. She was going to come. It burned in her clit, the strokes of his fingers in her rear, the scissoring of his fingers stretching her, sending bursts of pleasure pain tearing through her. Those strokes in her ass were as destructive as the hungry licks of his tongue screwing inside her pussy, with fierce strokes.
Panting for breath, her mouth moved on his cock, feeling it tighten as his fingers slid back, then slowly, oh so slowly and gently, began to spread the entrance to her ass with an additional finger.
Her moan vibrated around his cock as she stiffened violently, sharp claws of forbidden sensations racing through her veins on fiery flames.
It was there. The heat began to bloom to an overwhelming height. Tehya shuddered with the ecstasy of it, her body tightening violently as she was flung brutally toward the edge of release.
And just that fast, it was gone.
“No!” She tried to fight as he lifted her quickly from him, attempting to turn, to confront him. She had to return to that edge.
Damn him, he couldn’t stop now.
Pushing against his hands, gasping for air, she fought to straddle his thighs and impale herself on the straining length of his cock.
Instead, she found herself on her knees, his heavy hand between her shoulders, pressing them down until her face rested against the comforter and he was rising behind her, his hands palming the curves of her ass.
“Now, let me show you what I’m going to do with that gorgeous little ass, Tehya,” he growled as he came over to her, his teeth nipping at her shoulder. “Let me show you just how perfectly fuckable I’ve always known it would be.”
Jordan couldn’t control the need any longer. Every confrontation they’d had over the years, every time she had dared him to take what they both wanted coelesced into a brutal ache of desperation.
Now, he couldn’t deny it.
Reaching to the bedside table and the small bag there, he pulled the tube of personal lubricant free as he moved more fully behind her.
“You’re killing me, Jordan,” she groaned, her tone husky, hungry.
Tehya had known this was coming. The moment she had realized it was him holding her down on her bedroom floor, she had known this was imminent.
“What do you think you do to me, sugar?” he said, the growl in his voice heavy with intent as his hand caressed the curve of her ass. “I use to fantasize this, Tehya. Fantasize about you leaned over as I watched my dick disappear up your tight little ass.”
Tehya’s eyes closed as she dragged in a hard, gasping breath. Behind her, Jordan pressed his lips to the side of her ass as his fingers parted the ripe curves.
Cooling yet heated, his fingers spread a heavy slick gel over the entrance to her rear before his fingers began working inside her once again.
This time his touch wasn’t as slow, or as exploring. He’d already prepared, her body was screaming for it as her nails dug into the sheets beneath her.
“Jordan,” she cried out weakly, her thighs spreading further as she felt the weakening lust sapping her strength and leaving her at his mercy.
“Such a tight little ass,” he groaned as two fingers slipped inside her. “I’ve watched you walk, watched you run, watched you bend over whatever equipment you were working on, that pretty ass tempting me until I felt as though I’d die from the hunger for it.”
Tehya shivered as she felt the sense of dazed submission mixing with a powerful flame of hunger. She was caught in a whirlwind she couldn’t control. One she had no idea how to handle. It whipped through her senses and flung her into a fiery blaze that threatened her sanity.
As his fingers worked inside her, stretching her, preparing the tender tissue that had never known a man’s touch as a heavy shiver raced up her spine.
She could feel the juices of her pussy dampening her thighs now. The need rose so high that there was no pain, there was only burning, clawing hunger. Desperation rose inside her, so deep, so dark, it was blinding as she cried out for him, cried out for more.