RidingtheWaves by Jennifer LaRose Page A

rhythm of his tongue on her exquisite pussy
falter.
    Her hands moved to hold his head in place while she writhed
and moaned, shoving her crotch in his face. It’s not like he hadn’t provoked
that sweet action, and to compensate her greed and the release of her
inhibitions, he slid a finger inside her vagina. Her slippery walls immediately
clenched his knuckle while he pumped in and out, in and out, the juices flowing
through his palm to her anal opening.
    Then he added a second.
    Her ass wiggled in a wild up-and-down ride. By her swollen,
contracting insides, she was again close to climaxing. And loving to watch her
squirm and quiver, he shoved both fingers in to the hilt. Then he spun his
hand, digging his knuckles into her sensitive walls.
    “Jesus!”
    Her insides jerked. The cushiony muscles squeezed his
fingers. He brought his other hand into play, rubbing his little finger against
her anus, spreading her juices around the rim. The tip slipped into the narrow
channel with ease. Slight contractions scrunched his finger.
    She stilled.
    “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”
    “I…never…” Her voice faded as he slid the finger in a
fraction of an inch.
    “Give it a chance.” Now that he knew she hadn’t toyed with
anal play, he lapped her clitoral hood with the tip of his tongue. There’s not
much a woman wouldn’t do when that sensitive nub was under assault. Just as
he’d expected, with each stroke, suckle and nibble, her anal muscles began to
relax.
    “Annalee,” he said, burrowing his finger knuckle deep. “Are
you ready for more?” The slight descent of her hips proved she was, but he
wanted direct confirmation. Proceeding on assumptions might cause him to hurt
her, and he wanted to introduce her to new experiences, not chase her away in
fear.
    “Yes. But slow.”
    Having large fingers, he wouldn’t penetrate her any other
way. She needed to adjust to the size before she could enjoy the pleasure it
would bring.
    Gently he withdrew the portion already inside her then
slowly slid it in again the same distance. During each leisurely stroke that
followed, he eased an eighth of an inch deeper. But after only a few thrusts,
she shoved her ass downward, forcing his entire finger inside.
    “Uhhh,” gurgled from her throat.
    “Careful.”
    “No, not careful, more.”
    His description of more was more than a finger
up the rectum. One day he’d introduce her to a sound ass-fucking, but not now.
No way. Not until she was physically geared to take him on. Two fingers in her
pussy and one in her ass were currently enough. And as he glided them in and
out of her at an even keel, she started bashing her body up and down.
    “Harder,” she whined. “And faster.”
    Who was he to dictate her needs? She knew what she wanted,
and she wasn’t so fragile she’d break.
    Giving her exactly what she begged for, he increased
intensity and speed. “Is that enough?”
    “Yes,” she squealed, bucking her hips in sync with the
fierce strokes.
    She clutched the back of his head, grinding her pussy into
his face. It put his endurance through one hell of a test.
    He removed his hands and backed off to grab his pants off
the floor.
    “Hurry,” she begged.
    He dug the wallet out of the pocket and removed three sealed
condoms. Two he tossed onto the nightstand for later. The third he tore open
with his teeth. “Keep those legs spread,” he said, rolling the condom over his
cock. He moved her to the center of the bed, placed his hands on the inside of
her thighs and pushed them downward toward the mattress.
    The instant they dropped to the sides, he climbed on the
bed, sat back on his knees and lifted her ass onto his lap. Grabbing his dick,
he positioned the sensitive tip at the base of her labia and slid his sheathed cock
head through the folds.
    Her hips rolled backward then forward while a moan slipped
from her throat. “No more torture. Please. Fuck me.”
    He’d appease her any way he could. Placing his cock