Fade Into Me by Kate Dawes

look so hot,” he said. “I have to taste you again.”
    He lowered his head between my legs.
    “Touch yourself,” he commanded.
    I moved my hands up and down my legs, going closer to my pussy with each pass, finally getting my fingers in place. I spread myself open, giving him a close-up view of my excited clit.
    “Beautiful,” he said. “Show me how you do it.”
    I circled the pad of my forefinger around. He told me to stick my finger out, and when I did he took it into his mouth, sucked on it, then pulled away, leaving my finger dripping with his saliva.
    I circled my clit a little faster, then slipped one finger into my hole, joined a second later by another.
    “I love watching you finger yourself.”
    I looked down and saw how close his face was. Inwardly I was begging him to lick me, but I couldn’t ask for it. I’d have to wait until he was ready.
    Which didn’t take long.
    His head lowered again and he turned it a little to one side, pushing my hand away. “All mine.”
    He slipped a finger into me, turned it up a little, massaging my soft inner walls.
    And his tongue had stopped teasing—it was now right where I’d been dying to feel it.
    I positioned myself up on my elbows a little so I could look farther down and have a clear view of what he was doing to me. He moved both of his arms under me to lift my pelvis up. I had a perfect line of sight now and watched his every movement.
    “You like watching?” he said, between licks, and looking up to make eye contact.
    I nodded.
    “Tell me.”
    I took a breath and said, “I love watching you bathe me with your tongue.”
    “Nice, Olivia. Very dirty.”
    His fingers parted me. His tongue swirled around my clit, like he was polishing a fine pearl.
    His finger moved a little faster, now making circles inside, matching the rhythmic movement of his tongue.
    I said, “Do it, right there, oh yeah…”
    “Ask.”
    “Please,” I said, having momentarily forgotten my role.
    He started flicking his tongue up and down on my clit, just the end of his tongue making contact with me, trying to heighten the sensitivity, and tease it a little.
    My hips were moving up and down.
    He slid one finger into me, and he asked me if I wanted two. I said yes, and felt them go in a little tightly, but I was slick and soon each finger was buried in me.
    Then a third entered me. But not where I expected. Without warning, he had turned his hand to face down, two fingers in my pussy, and his thumb had entered my ass.
    I felt the warm walls of my pussy twitch and tighten, then relax, then tighten again. A perfect rhythm started, and my legs closed around his head.
    I was coming….
    “Oh yeah, yeah, yeah…” Over and over I said it, unable to stop.
    Moments later, he leaned down over me and kissed my lips, feeding me my own taste.
    Then he went for my neck, then lower, and started sucking on my nipples again. I felt his erection on me now, between my legs, just outside of me. He lowered himself and started sliding his cock around on my pussy—my wetness mixing with his.
    “Max.”
    He looked deeply into my eyes.
    I said, “Don’t use a condom.” We had discussed the fact that I was taking birth control, but still played it safe…until now.
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yes. Do it. Just do it.”
    “I love when you beg me.”
    Without warning, he slid into me. I gasped. He was stretching me as he pushed in, farther, deeper, slowly at first and then he plunged it all the way in. I felt his balls against my butt—that’s how close we were, with him all the way inside of me.
    He pulled out, not all the way but a long stroke retreating from me. Then, back in, this time faster and just as deep. There was a little pain that went along with it. Not much, but just enough on the edge of the pleasure I also felt.
    He sat straight up, his cock deep within me, looked down at me and started rocking his hips back and forth.
    “You feel so fuckin’ good,” he said. He looked down. “I