Strike by Sheryl Zaines

react, his hands were under her ass and dragging her body toward the edge of the mattress. Once her legs were completely dangling off the edge, he pushed her thighs apart. She looked down and all she could see was his eyes over the little bit of blonde pubic hair. There was a mischievous twinkle to them. Then they disappeared as he bent down and kissed the inside of her thigh.
    A low, long sound slipped from her lips, but it was out of frustration. It already seemed as if she had been waiting forever for this and he was wasting time kissing her thighs. She wondered how it was possible that the person who gave her the best orgasms was also the same person she wanted to punch at times.
    Her body felt as if it were on fire. He had to feel how hot it was. He was right there where the heat was pouring from. She wondered if he would still be taking his time and torturing her when her skin burst into flames. Would that be enough of an indication that she was ready?
    Just when she thought he was never going to get to her pussy, his finger brushed her clit. The sudden eruption from her frazzled nerve endings made her jump. She heard him laugh, then his mouth was all over her cunt.
    She was so focused on anticipation that her body was not ready for the sudden rush he was giving her. His tongue was like heaven, giving warm, wet sensations all over her. Just when she got used to that, he started with the suction. Sucking so hard that he pulled on her labia was one thing, but when he sucked on her clit she was up trying to pull away from him and screaming while she did.
    He held her in place and his head never came up. Once she stopped wiggling, he slid one finger inside her. He was back to licking and it seemed as if everything was getting the gentle caress of his tongue. All the while his finger was finding every single nerve ending inside her.
    She wasn’t trying to pull away anymore. Instead her back was arched, trying to give him even more access to her. He was eating her out like no one had managed before. She couldn’t think about anything other than the way his finger was fucking her under the heat of his mouth.
    She strained to pay attention to what he was doing and the way he was touching her so that she might be able to replicate it with someone else later. The problem was that she had caught on fire. At least it felt as though she had. There were so many signals being sent to her brain, she could no longer tell what was being touched. All she knew was that it all felt good and she wanted more.
    She had been breathing more deeply than usual. Then sounds started coming out every time she exhaled. They were very high pitched, not something she had ever heard before. Then her thighs were shaking and the sounds turned into one long, continuous shriek.
    When she finally got her mouth shut, the noise stopped and her thighs back under control, she was mortified. She had never made sounds like that before and never that loud. She was going to apologize, but when she looked at him, she didn’t. She could tell from his expression he was very proud of what he had done to her.
    He crawled up onto the bed and stretched like a cat. By the time she was able to sit up and turn around, he was lying on his back with his hands behind his head. He was grinning as if he were the one who had been brought to orgasm. She crawled up onto him and sat down on his cock.
    “So, do you have any condoms?” she asked.
    He did not say anything. Instead, he rolled his shoulders over to open the drawer of his nightstand and pull out a new box of condoms. The twisting of his body was pressing his erection tightly against her. It was a good thing he was getting one out for her, because her body was screaming for the hard cock pressing against her to be inside.
    He turned back around, tearing open the plastic wrapper. She backed up, dragging her cunt down the length of his erection. She just watched as his fingers worked the latex down the shaft. It seemed