head falling back to the pillow.
“Yes, ‘oh,’” he said, laughter filling his voice.
He ran his fingers slowly down her slit, and she gasped and squirmed as he touched her clit, rubbing lightly. He went further down, until he was rubbing just around the outside of her pussy, and she moaned.
“I like that noise,” he said in a low, rough voice, and then bent his head and started to lick her.
He kept his fingers rubbing just around the rim of her pussy as he licked. No man had ever done that for her before—normally they plunged right in, and it usually took her a minute to adjust and start to enjoy it.
This was different. With his tongue running over her clit in quick, soft licks, and his fingers pressing all over the base of her clit, the outer edge of her pussy, the thin skin just behind it, she was gasping and pushing her hips up in no time.
Then he sucked on her clit, hard , and she let out a strangled shriek. Her pussy felt open and aching, and all she wanted was something inside her.
“Please—” she said, “ please— ” but she couldn’t get anything more out.
He understood, though, because he pushed two fingers inside, just exactly where she wanted them, right as he set his teeth so, so gently against her clit, barely even a bite at all, and pressed down.
Sam came harder than she ever had in her life.
She knew she was being loud, but she couldn’t make herself quiet down—her pussy was clenching around Dale’s fingers, and he was licking her through it, pushing each spasm out longer and longer with his tongue.
Finally, it started to recede, until her pussy was just twitching a little bit, and she was panting and smiling up at the ceiling.
Dale was laying soft kisses on her thigh, his fingers still inside her. “More?” he asked her, when she’d mostly stopped panting.
“ More ?” Sam asked, incredulous. “That was already more than I was expecting.”
“What sort of guys have you dated?” Dale was frowning. “In my opinion, that’s the bare minimum a man should offer. You know that most women can’t come just from intercourse.”
He sounded so indignant that Sam started to laugh—and broke off in the middle to gasp as another aftershock pulsed through her.
“ I knew that,” Sam said when she recovered her voice, having a hard time believing that a man was making this speech. “I don’t think most guys do.”
“Most guys need to educate themselves,” Dale said firmly. He stroked his fingers along the inside of Sam’s pussy, and she gasped. “So, do you want more? I can do this for a long, long time before I get tired, believe me.”
Sam shook her head. “No,” she said. “I want you inside me.”
Dale’s golden eyes closed for a second. “You’re not the only one,” he said when he opened them. “Let me just—” he pulled his fingers out, and Sam gasped again.
She watched him fumbling for a condom with his slippery fingers, and she thought that although his calm, graceful confidence was sexy as ever-loving hell, she loved him the most when he was being awkward.
Wait. Loved?
Then he turned around, having triumphed over the condom, and she made the decision to put that little realization aside and think about it later.
He kissed her again before doing anything else—long, passionate kisses, slow and deep and thorough, until she almost forgot anything else was happening, she was so caught up in his mouth and his arms wrapped tightly around her.
When he tilted her hips up and pressed slowly into her, though, she felt liquid and open and hotter than she’d ever been. She wrapped her legs around his hips and arched her back as he started to thrust.
It felt—it was impossible to describe how good it felt. She’d always found sex to be a little overrated, happy to get an orgasm out of it if she could, but mostly enjoying it for the opportunity to connect with her partner.
She’d never felt so overwhelmed with pleasure, clenching around every thrust,
“Yes, ‘oh,’” he said, laughter filling his voice.
He ran his fingers slowly down her slit, and she gasped and squirmed as he touched her clit, rubbing lightly. He went further down, until he was rubbing just around the outside of her pussy, and she moaned.
“I like that noise,” he said in a low, rough voice, and then bent his head and started to lick her.
He kept his fingers rubbing just around the rim of her pussy as he licked. No man had ever done that for her before—normally they plunged right in, and it usually took her a minute to adjust and start to enjoy it.
This was different. With his tongue running over her clit in quick, soft licks, and his fingers pressing all over the base of her clit, the outer edge of her pussy, the thin skin just behind it, she was gasping and pushing her hips up in no time.
Then he sucked on her clit, hard , and she let out a strangled shriek. Her pussy felt open and aching, and all she wanted was something inside her.
“Please—” she said, “ please— ” but she couldn’t get anything more out.
He understood, though, because he pushed two fingers inside, just exactly where she wanted them, right as he set his teeth so, so gently against her clit, barely even a bite at all, and pressed down.
Sam came harder than she ever had in her life.
She knew she was being loud, but she couldn’t make herself quiet down—her pussy was clenching around Dale’s fingers, and he was licking her through it, pushing each spasm out longer and longer with his tongue.
Finally, it started to recede, until her pussy was just twitching a little bit, and she was panting and smiling up at the ceiling.
Dale was laying soft kisses on her thigh, his fingers still inside her. “More?” he asked her, when she’d mostly stopped panting.
“ More ?” Sam asked, incredulous. “That was already more than I was expecting.”
“What sort of guys have you dated?” Dale was frowning. “In my opinion, that’s the bare minimum a man should offer. You know that most women can’t come just from intercourse.”
He sounded so indignant that Sam started to laugh—and broke off in the middle to gasp as another aftershock pulsed through her.
“ I knew that,” Sam said when she recovered her voice, having a hard time believing that a man was making this speech. “I don’t think most guys do.”
“Most guys need to educate themselves,” Dale said firmly. He stroked his fingers along the inside of Sam’s pussy, and she gasped. “So, do you want more? I can do this for a long, long time before I get tired, believe me.”
Sam shook her head. “No,” she said. “I want you inside me.”
Dale’s golden eyes closed for a second. “You’re not the only one,” he said when he opened them. “Let me just—” he pulled his fingers out, and Sam gasped again.
She watched him fumbling for a condom with his slippery fingers, and she thought that although his calm, graceful confidence was sexy as ever-loving hell, she loved him the most when he was being awkward.
Wait. Loved?
Then he turned around, having triumphed over the condom, and she made the decision to put that little realization aside and think about it later.
He kissed her again before doing anything else—long, passionate kisses, slow and deep and thorough, until she almost forgot anything else was happening, she was so caught up in his mouth and his arms wrapped tightly around her.
When he tilted her hips up and pressed slowly into her, though, she felt liquid and open and hotter than she’d ever been. She wrapped her legs around his hips and arched her back as he started to thrust.
It felt—it was impossible to describe how good it felt. She’d always found sex to be a little overrated, happy to get an orgasm out of it if she could, but mostly enjoying it for the opportunity to connect with her partner.
She’d never felt so overwhelmed with pleasure, clenching around every thrust,
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