RidingtheWaves by Jennifer LaRose

opposite breast,
kneading the soft mound with his palm. She clutched a fistful of his hair, holding
his head in place while he bit her nipple softly, suckled, bit again then
sucked. He tormented her until her areola turned crimson and swelled then he
focused on the other.
    Moan after moan fell from her throat. Her breaths grew
rapid, chest heaved and lips folded. Her knees squeezed his waist and her hips
wiggled back and forth. “Say it, Annalee.”
    “Say what?”
    “Whatever is on your mind.”
    “Nothing,” she squeaked.
    “I know differently. Talk to me.”
    “Nothing, I swear.”
    He tweaked her nipple between his teeth. “Do you want me to
stop?”
    She shook her head.
    “I can’t hear you.”
    “No,” she said so low he’d barely heard her voice.
    “Then tell me what you want me to do. Don’t be embarrassed.
It’s just you and me alone in this room. No one can hear us.”
    She squeezed her eyes shut. “I know.”
    “Open those eyes and look at me.” He lowered his hand to the
center of her thighs.
    Once her lashes fluttered open, he initiated an
all-inclusive assault on her clitoris with his index finger. If he had one
reason to pat himself on the back, it was getting women to speak in the
bedroom. He tended to be vocal at times, and when he had a hot little body like
hers at his mercy, he appreciated verbal interaction.
    Her juices increased as he inserted the finger deep inside
her and began a slow, even thrust. Over and over he repeated the motions until
she panted and her warm, cushiony pussy walls started to constrict. Just as she
nearly tumbled into a climax, he stopped.
    “Don’t!”
    “Don’t what?” He restarted the finger action then backed off.
    “Don’t stop.”
    Not good enough. “‘Don’t stop’ means a lot of things. Be
more specific.” He added a second finger.
    “Damn you. Fuck me,” she whimpered. It sounded like there
should’ve been a there, are you happy? on the end of that. “I can’t take
any more.”
    Oh yes she could. She just hadn’t realized it yet.
    His dick throbbed and balls were on fire. Why was he
prolonging this agony when he could’ve been unleashing years of desire in her
tight, hot pussy?
    He nibbled her breast a final time then scooted down her
body, running his tongue along her belly, over and around the scar on her hip,
to the top of her pubic bone.
    Lowering his knees to the floor, he slid both arms beneath
her thighs and pulled her ass forward. After she situated her feet on the edge
of the mattress he brought his mouth to the inner crease of her left leg and
kissed the delicate tissue. Her eyes closed and her lips parted. Within the
peak of her sigh, he grazed her pussy with his tongue.
    “Brent?”
    He loved the tone in her voice when she begged his
name. “Mmm-hmmm?”
    “I need you.”
    “I’m not ready yet.” What a lie. His cock was harder and
distended farther than it ever had. He smiled right before giving her inner
thigh a gentle bite, then he moved his hands to the backside of her knees and
pushed them forward to rest beside her stomach. And just as he prepared to take
his first taste of her pussy, she reached for her knees, securing them in
place.
    That bold move had his heart pounding all the way to his
ass. “That’s it, hold yourself open for me.” He blew a long, steady breath
against her wet sex, parting her labia with his thumbs. The tip of his tongue
swept inside, stopping to dance around her clitoris.
    “Oh God,” she whimpered, rolling her hips.
    He lowered his tongue to her entrance and darted it in the
warm tunnel. Clear juices poured from her. The dewy scent and bittersweet taste
dashed directly to his balls, intensifying his lust for more. So much fucking
more. He could drink her eight times a day and it still wouldn’t be enough.
    He unleashed his cock from its painful confinement. It fell
forward, brushing the sheet. While he struggled to remove his pants and kick
them aside, not once did he let the