Play Maker by Katie McCoy

the same thing, my entire body arching up towards his tongue, needing to feel it against the part of me that burned for him.
    Finally, there it was, the sweep of his tongue, hot and wet against my clit. I moaned, my hips rolling towards him. He clutched my ass in his hands and raised his head.
    “Tastes good.” James licked his lips.
    And then, with his fingers holding my hips in place, he lowered his mouth to me and thrust that magnificent tongue deep inside me.
    “Ooooh.” My head fell back as he worshipped me. His lips, his tongue, his teeth, all dedicated to my pleasure. My hands reached down, tangling in his hair as I held on for dear life as he brought me back to the brink of orgasm. Then, just as I was trembling on the precipice, my entire body straining for relief, with his mouth still on my clit, he slid a finger inside me.
    I shattered, a jolt of pleasure shooting through my entire body. I came, my moan echoing through the room, stars bursting behind my eyelids. When I finally returned to earth, he was there, a satisfied grin on his face.
    And even though I had just had my second orgasm of the night, my body still ached for him. I slid from the chair, grabbing the condom from the ground. Standing, I took his shoulders and directed him to sit. He did, our positions now reversed. He was exactly where I wanted him.
    The cognac was still on the floor. I raised the glass to him and took a sip. Then I did as he had, dipping my finger in the liquid. He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. I kept my gaze on his as I knelt in front of him, taking that finger and drawing a line up the side of his cock. A line that I then traced with my tongue. His head fell back, a groan rippling through him. Payback was a bitch, I smiled to myself as I took his hard length into my mouth as deep as it would go.
    Now it was time for his hands to tangle in my hair as my lips rode his cock, loving the way the ridges of his desire felt against my tongue. Then his fingers stiffened and I heard him choke out a single word.
    “Stop,” he managed and I did, looking up at him.
    His eyes glittered with desire. “I want to be inside you,” he growled, sitting up.
    But before he could stand, I had my hand on his chest.
    “Allow me,” I reached for the condom and ripped it open. Carefully I smoothed it down on his length. Then, placing my knees on either side of his hips, I lowered myself onto him. He slid inside me like we were made for each other.
    “Fu-uck,” James groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. “You’re so wet.”
    Slowly I began to ride him, my hips rolling forward, lifting myself up before his hands plunged his cock back inside me, each time going deeper.
    “Oh my god,” I moaned, pleasure already beginning to build. His hands moved up to my breasts, lifting and teasing them, his thumbs circling my rock hard nipples. Then he lowered his mouth to one, using his tongue and teeth to make me shudder. I rode him faster and harder, feeling my orgasm gather inside me. One of his hands slid downwards, his thumb finding my clit. I undulated against him, his cock so deep inside me, my entire body filled with nothing but the sensation of his body against mine.
    When I came this time, I collapsed against his chest, our bodies slick and hot. Through the haze of release, I sensed his own tension, his entire body held perfectly still as he waited for my shudders to stop. When they did, he wrapped his arms around my waist and with a single fluid movement, stood. He was still buried deep inside me and I locked my legs behind his back, somehow pulling him even deeper. He froze.
    “Careful,” James warned, clearly on the edge of his own release, but I didn’t care. I wanted to feel him come.
    Somehow he got us to the bed, and the moment my back hit the luxurious mattress, I grabbed his hips.
    “Fuck me,” I ordered. “Hard.”
    He grinned down at me, a lock of hair falling across his damp forehead.
    “Whatever the lady wants.”
    And