return.”
He jerked the button of her jeans open and pulled them down her legs, dragging her hips to the edge of the bed as he did. When her jeans and panties were disposed of, he knelt between her legs and pushed them apart.
“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he whispered reverently. “Sweet, tight little hole, a nice big clit, puffy lips, and always creamy, just for me.” He licked her once before pulling away and saying, “Perfect. And you taste like Italian cream.” He pushed two fingers inside her and pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit, massaging lightly. “I can’t wait to get my cock in you and see how all that cream feels when you come around me.”
She moaned his name and he focused on her clit with a single-minded intensity that made her cry out. He flicked it with the tip of his tongue and then scraped his teeth across it, fucking her with his fingers all the while. He massaged the tender little bud with his tongue while his fingers reached somewhere inside her that made her legs involuntarily twitch.
He pulled back and watched her closely, and did it again. Her hips arched and her legs went into spasms as an intense, almost orgasm-like pleasure shot through her instantly. He laughed under his breath and whispered, “Aha. There it is.”
He returned his attention to her clit, tonguing the little bud until she was on the verge of orgasm. Then, suddenly, he sucked her clit hard, and pressed his fingers against that spot inside her and rubbed.
Her body convulsed and a scream escaped her throat as electric waves of intense ecstasy ripped through her entire body. She shook from head to toe and her body bowed with tension for long, agonizing, exhilarating minutes before collapsing to the bed, utterly limp. He licked her clit in a barely there caress one last time and she cried out at the intensity.
He kissed his way up her body and grinned down at her. “First G-spot orgasm?”
She couldn’t answer. Her mouth wouldn’t work. “Mmmm,” was all the response she could muster.
He chuckled and pressed a light kiss against her lips. “Guess so.”
Their gentle moment was interrupted as a harsh knocking sounded at the door. “Callie?” A frantic voice called. “Are you okay? Answer the door, Callie!” More frantic knocking.
Callie rolled over and moaned. “It’s Rebecca. She heard. Oh God, how embarrassing.” She grabbed a pillow and hid her face. She couldn’t handle Rebecca right now, especially after she’d doubtless heard Callie’s passion-induced cries.
Chris gently pulled a blanket over her and said, “Stay here. I’ll take care of it.” She watched as he tucked himself back in his pants and made a quick adjustment so his hard-on wouldn’t be so noticeable. He made a few persnickety adjustments to his uniform and left the room, closing the door behind him.
* * * *
The incredibly hot date from the night before opened the door in a sharply pressed uniform, and Rebecca immediately became suspicious. Men in uniform had never proven themselves trustworthy to her. Even though he’d seemed nice, he was still a cause for concern. Callie was fragile in so many ways, and Rebecca felt very protective of her friend.
The uniform—Chris, she thought was his name—was obviously irritated with her presence, but she couldn’t have cared less.
She eyed him suspiciously and asked in a loud voice, “Where’s Callie?” She stood on tiptoe and tried to see around him, but he stepped outside and pulled the door closed behind him.
“She’s…sleeping.” He crossed his arms over his chest in an obvious attempt to intimidate her. She wasn’t impressed.
“Sleeping? What the fuck is that? Code for you just murdered her?” She tried to shove past him, but he blocked her, and she whipped out her cell phone to call the police.
“Actually,” he ground out through gritted teeth, “it’s code for I just gave her the best orgasm of her life and she can barely
He jerked the button of her jeans open and pulled them down her legs, dragging her hips to the edge of the bed as he did. When her jeans and panties were disposed of, he knelt between her legs and pushed them apart.
“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he whispered reverently. “Sweet, tight little hole, a nice big clit, puffy lips, and always creamy, just for me.” He licked her once before pulling away and saying, “Perfect. And you taste like Italian cream.” He pushed two fingers inside her and pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit, massaging lightly. “I can’t wait to get my cock in you and see how all that cream feels when you come around me.”
She moaned his name and he focused on her clit with a single-minded intensity that made her cry out. He flicked it with the tip of his tongue and then scraped his teeth across it, fucking her with his fingers all the while. He massaged the tender little bud with his tongue while his fingers reached somewhere inside her that made her legs involuntarily twitch.
He pulled back and watched her closely, and did it again. Her hips arched and her legs went into spasms as an intense, almost orgasm-like pleasure shot through her instantly. He laughed under his breath and whispered, “Aha. There it is.”
He returned his attention to her clit, tonguing the little bud until she was on the verge of orgasm. Then, suddenly, he sucked her clit hard, and pressed his fingers against that spot inside her and rubbed.
Her body convulsed and a scream escaped her throat as electric waves of intense ecstasy ripped through her entire body. She shook from head to toe and her body bowed with tension for long, agonizing, exhilarating minutes before collapsing to the bed, utterly limp. He licked her clit in a barely there caress one last time and she cried out at the intensity.
He kissed his way up her body and grinned down at her. “First G-spot orgasm?”
She couldn’t answer. Her mouth wouldn’t work. “Mmmm,” was all the response she could muster.
He chuckled and pressed a light kiss against her lips. “Guess so.”
Their gentle moment was interrupted as a harsh knocking sounded at the door. “Callie?” A frantic voice called. “Are you okay? Answer the door, Callie!” More frantic knocking.
Callie rolled over and moaned. “It’s Rebecca. She heard. Oh God, how embarrassing.” She grabbed a pillow and hid her face. She couldn’t handle Rebecca right now, especially after she’d doubtless heard Callie’s passion-induced cries.
Chris gently pulled a blanket over her and said, “Stay here. I’ll take care of it.” She watched as he tucked himself back in his pants and made a quick adjustment so his hard-on wouldn’t be so noticeable. He made a few persnickety adjustments to his uniform and left the room, closing the door behind him.
* * * *
The incredibly hot date from the night before opened the door in a sharply pressed uniform, and Rebecca immediately became suspicious. Men in uniform had never proven themselves trustworthy to her. Even though he’d seemed nice, he was still a cause for concern. Callie was fragile in so many ways, and Rebecca felt very protective of her friend.
The uniform—Chris, she thought was his name—was obviously irritated with her presence, but she couldn’t have cared less.
She eyed him suspiciously and asked in a loud voice, “Where’s Callie?” She stood on tiptoe and tried to see around him, but he stepped outside and pulled the door closed behind him.
“She’s…sleeping.” He crossed his arms over his chest in an obvious attempt to intimidate her. She wasn’t impressed.
“Sleeping? What the fuck is that? Code for you just murdered her?” She tried to shove past him, but he blocked her, and she whipped out her cell phone to call the police.
“Actually,” he ground out through gritted teeth, “it’s code for I just gave her the best orgasm of her life and she can barely
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