We waste no time divesting ourselves of our clothing. The rush to get naked is almost feral; the need to be wrapped up in each other animalistic. Our mouths clash and our teeth knock together and we tear at the fabric. It's a race that both of us are eager to finish, yet I have a feeling we'll be feasting on each other long into the night.
Once he has me bared to him fully, Will's thick, calloused fingers cleave my slick folds and find my hungry entrance. "Fuck, you're so wet for me," he growls, and the ferocious gleam in his tropical gaze sends another flood of arousal pounding through my veins.
I'm full to bursting with anticipation, and my hips rock of their own volition in an attempt to get him right where I need him. A knowing smirk twists the corner of his lush mouth, and one finger traces my entrance before pushing inside.
My head presses back into the mattress, a gasp of pleasure and satisfaction spilling from my lips. Studying my face, he measures my reactions as he twists and curls his finger inside me, pulling all kinds of erotic sounds from me.
The delicious sensations he elicits from me should embarrass me, but already an orgasm is bearing down on me, and I focus wholeheartedly on that instead.
I've come here tonight for an express purpose, and I'm not leaving until I wring every drop of pleasure from it. The benefits are more than worth the months of planning and deception it took to get here. I plan to make the most of this night, even if it kills me.
And it just might.
But hell, I'm willing to take that chance.
Will's eager mouth glides down the graceful column of my neck, sucking and licking the sensitive flesh as one hand wanders to my breast. My nipple is a hard point against his palm as he massages the tender mound. I moan and my fingers tunnel into his hair, tugging at the roots as he takes the hard bud between thumb and forefinger and gives it a pinch, sending sharp bolts of arousal arrowing to my core.
As much as I enjoy a good round of foreplay, though, he's going entirely too slow for me. I want him inside me. Now.
With my heels pressed against the backs of his thighs, my hands find his round, firm ass and I pull his hips closer, lifting mine at the same time in a silent but urgent plea for him to give me what I want.
He chuckles, a devious little sound that's barely audible even as he lifts his head to bring his mouth back down to mine. But that smirk—that sly, crooked smirk—unravels me in the most wondrous way.
His tongue dances with mine, the slick glide wreaking havoc on my blood pressure as it steadily climbs higher. He's flirting with disaster, because I'm about to combust.
It would be a shame to die before feeling his hard length moving inside me. I mourn the loss just thinking about it.
With a mental vow not to let that happen, I attack his mouth with fervor. If Will is taken off guard, he doesn't let on. "No more playing," I plea, giving him one chance only. "Inside. Now," I say against his lush lips. And for added emphasis, I again lift my hips, feeling the hot slide of his cockhead slip through my folds and tease my clit.
Groaning, Will's hips surge, repeating the motion, and if I wasn't already so damn wet, I have no doubt the friction would be hot enough to spark a fire.
Which is exactly how my pussy feels. My inner walls throb painfully, the ache growing with every passing second that he's not inside me. The minor relief I feel from his questing cock teasing me is short lived, and within seconds I'm so wound up I could cry.
"Will, please," I beg.
The shake of his head is infinitesimal, and at first I don't believe it. He's seriously denying me? Denying us? I don't know what his game is. Maybe he's one of those guys who gets off on...what do they call it...orgasm denial? Well, that just doesn't work for me. I've been anticipating this moment for so long, my vagina is going to revolt if the train doesn't pull into the station—stat. Now, I'm just plain irritated.
Taking matters into my own hands, I delve between our now sweat-slicked bodies and grasp his hard shaft before he can stop me.
As soon as my fingers close around him in a tight fist and I give him a good stroke, Will's forehead drops to my shoulder and a whine of pure, unadulterated pleasure rips past his lips as his hips buck of their own accord.
The angle, I'll admit, is awkward. I don't have much room for movement, but I do my best, angling him toward my needy pussy as I tug on his hard flesh. His cock pulses in my hand, the fat head prodding my entrance, but still Will refuses to enter.
The man must be a sadist. How else would he deny us both this pleasure?
So I do the only thing that I can, and I begin rubbing the head across my clit, circling it again and again until the little bundle of nerves begins to tighten and my stomach flutters. I'm breathless, my heart racing as the pressure increases. Will joins in, bracing himself on both forearms as he rocks his hips, jacking himself off in my hand.
It's the hottest damn thing I've ever experienced. Just imagining him coming all over me rockets my orgasm forward.
I'm at a fever pitch, my inner thighs slathered in my own juices, the sound and smell of sex saturating the air, when I lift my hips and the whole of Will's cock plunges into me.
In less than a heartbeat, he's filled me to the hilt. The shock of it causes us both to stop instantly. Will lifts his head and his gaze meets mine. He's just as shocked as I am, but I think for different reasons entirely.
Will was no doubt holding out, prolonging the connection. Me? I'm taken aback by the sheer size of him. He stretches me to the point of pain, and even though I love the feel of him, I need a moment to get used to being so full.
"Are you okay?" he asks sweetly as he pets my hair back away from my face.
I wiggle my hips, feeling the stretch as a deep ache in my groin, but it's not a bad feeling at all. In fact, my arousal only ratchets higher. "I'm better than okay," I whisper, smiling softly. "You're just bigger than I expected."
"That's why I was trying to go slow. Not many women can handle me."
"Oh," I reply, scratching my nails down his back, "I'm handling you just fine."
His eyes search mine for subterfuge and then, with a slight nod, he flexes his hips and begins to move. He starts off slow at first, I assume to ease me into it, and while I appreciate the sentiment, I have no interest in that tonight. I want hard and fast and dirty. So I tell him that.
"Fuck me, Will. Don't hold back." He hits a particularly sensitive part, and I cling harder to him, gasping in ecstasy. "Hold nothing back!"
"Remember," Will grunts as he pulls his hips back and slams into me, stealing my breath in the process, "you asked for it."
Oh, boy, did I.
There is no way I could have predicted what I am in for, but Will is a sex god. He pounds into me mercilessly, rocking the bedframe so hard it knocks against the wall. Whoever our neighbors are, they're likely not very happy.
And I couldn't give a shit.
I lock my feet at the ankles at the base of Will's spine and dig my fingers into his strong, wide shoulders to keep from being pile driven into the mattress. It's not working, but I'm not complaining.
Just when the pounding starts to become monotonous, Will pulls out and flips me over onto my stomach without preamble.
"Ass up," he commands, and I've barely complied when he's back inside me. The angle gives him even deeper access, his sturdy, persistent length nudging my cervix with each pump of his pistoning hips. My tits are twin weights, swaying back and forth, nearly slapping me in the face and I feel my ass jiggle, sending shockwaves rippling up my back with each vigorous contact.
My entire body is trembling, my arms growing weaker with each thrust. Will must notice this. Putting a hand on the back of my head, he pushes my face into the pillows, and I collapse instantly.
Resuming his furious pace, Will grabs my hips and pulls me to him as he slams into me. I'm powerless, a boneless heap that's completely at his mercy as he takes from me whatever he wants and gives back in spades.
I love every second of it.
I feel another wave of an impending orgasm stir to life, and I hone in on it, curling a mental finger to encourage it forward. Will denied me the first time; I'm determined to capture it this time. But just as last time, just before I can claim my coveted prize, Will withdraws, leaving me horribly empty. I whine in acute desperation as I feel my orgasm retreat like a specter.
Then, much to my surprise, my back end begins to lift into the air. Reflexively, I push up onto my arms, ready to...I don't know...do something, but then he catches me by surprise yet again.
"What...?" Grasping my thighs, Will pushes me up out of his way as he maneuvers himself beneath me so that his cock is in my face and my pussy is hovering over his.
I look at the flushed tip of his giant member bobbing with each heartbeat as it stands erect before my eyes, glistening with my own arousal. My mouth instantly waters for a taste, for the feel of him filling my mouth.
Spreading me out wide, I feel Will reach around the outside of my thighs to pull my lips apart, exposing me completely. I feel like a holiday turkey, trussed up for his viewing and fucking pleasure, and he's about to eat me up.
Just as I'm about to do to him.
Taking the initiative, I grab hold of his cock, giving it long, slow strokes from root to tip, gifting him with the sa
me slow, agonizing build-up he forced on me not long ago. But then his growl of pleasure morphs into determination, and the next thing I know, his mouth is covering my clit, his tongue flicking hard and fast, devouring me.
It's all I can do not to come right then and there. Fuck, he's amazing. His tongue is as talented as his fingers, which are delving into my greedy hole, filling me almost as wonderfully as his amazing cock.
My eyes slam closed and my head sags on my shoulders. By some miracle, I'm able to keep jerking him off, but I'm so lost in the sensations rolling through me that I'm not good for much else.
Breaking his suction, Will continues to plunder my pussy relentlessly. "You better put that pretty mouth on my cock and start sucking, Jasmine," he orders, and my pussy clamps down on his fingers, liking the sound of that a little too much.
He doesn't have to tell me twice. I open my mouth and take him as deep as I can, but I only get halfway before he hits the back of my throat. I make up for it with a little fist action, pumping him in time with my bobbing head.
His hips rise to meet me with each downward suck, his little moans and groans when I hollow my cheeks around him driving me harder.
I feel myself grow wetter, and I know I must be dripping by now. I worry he might drown, but if he is, he's certainly not complaining. I don't think I can get any hotter, any more turned on than I am right now. I've already reclaimed the ground I lost from my last two almost-orgasms, and now I'm wondering if there's something to the whole orgasm denial thing, because I can tell that when this one hits me, it's going to tear me apart.
I say bring it on. Ravish me. Destroy me. I want it all.
That familiar tightening starts in my belly, twisting and undulating like a furious tide rolling toward shore. At the same time, Will is beneath me, bucking his hips as he takes over control of both his pleasure and mine.
I brace myself on one arm, the muscles burning. My jaw aches, and saliva coats my lips, chin, and hand making for a helluva mess.
I love it.
As the tension coils tighter inside me, I experience a taste of salty precum on my tongue, and that's all the catalyst I need.
My orgasm tears through me like a hurricane, and I moan around the pulsating cock that's swelling between my lips, telling me that Will is following right behind me.
Our collective groans of pleasure fill the room as we succumb to the almost violent throws of passion. Will laps up my honey while I swallow down his seed, spurring on another—wholly unexpected—orgasm of my own.
When it's finally over, when the ripples of pleasure begin to subside and Will's cock flops uselessly in my hand, I succumb to exhaustion, allowing my weak limbs to collapse as I fall onto my side and bury my face in the tangle of sheets.
My skin is dewy, sticky from sweat and bodily fluids, my hair is matted to my face, and I'm slowly suffocating. Do I care? Not a bit. I'm basking in my afterglow.
I feel Will's light touch skate down my ribcage, teasing forth a fury of goose bumps. I shiver, but even that feels amazing. I moan a false complaint and roll onto my side, giggling, "Bradley, stop."
Immediately, every muscle in my body freezes. My gaze slowly finds Will's and I stare into his tropical eyes, feeling fifty shades of shitty. I expect him to get angry, to roll out of bed and walk out the door, but he does none of those things. Instead, Will traces my bottom lip with his finger, then leans in and kisses me lightly on the mouth.
"Let's take a shower."
I blink, dumbfounded, as he climbs out of bed and strides to the bathroom. Isn't he offended? I try to think what I would feel if our roles were reversed, and I know I would be. So why isn't he?
Then I remind myself that this is a one-night stand. It's not a commitment, and Will must know that. He saw my wedding band, and he knows I gave him a false name. I shrug it off, telling myself it's a man thing. Men don't get caught up in emotions like women do. Sex is sex, an exchange of pleasure. I don't have to put a label on it nor should I be worried about what he thinks of anything. I'll be gone soon, and he will become a distant but fond memory. Nothing more.
I hear the rush of the shower running. The slide of metal shower curtain rings. Gathering myself, I follow after him. I have a limited amount of time left before I'm expected back in the real world. I intend to make every second count.
