Page 95 of False Start

He slid that thick finger through again, and this time, his thumb caught my clit at the same time. He circled it with just the right amount of pressure to make my legs quake, and I let my head fall back, a gasp shooting out of me.

“Come here,” he growled, and then before I knew what was happening, he had one of my thighs hiked up over his shoulder. I had no choice but to grab ahold of his shoulders to keep from falling, and he kissed along the inside of the thigh he’d wrenched up before his mouth descended on my pussy.

And he devoured me.

There was no gentle play anymore, no tease of his tongue or caress of his finger. He covered me with his hot, wet mouth, licking and sucking my clit as that expert finger stretched me open. The combination made me cry out and shake, and I couldn’t get enough oxygen, couldn’t moan loud enough to convey how it felt.

Kyle Robbins was on his knees for me.

Kyle Robbins had his finger deep inside me, curling against my belly, his tongue working my clit in a perfect rhythm.

Kyle Robbins wasmine.

“I can’t,” I gasped, heaving, my chest aching with every breath. “Kyle, I…”

“Give it to me,” he commanded, and then he was sucking my clit again, another finger joining the first. “Give me the first one tonight, Mads. Come on my tongue.”

“Fuck,” I cried out, but the words were permission — and it didn’t take me long to obey.

I didn’t care how I looked. I didn’t care that Kyle was witnessing me completely unravel for him, that I was wild and unhinged as I ground my pussy against his mouth and held him to me. I bucked against each roll of his fingers inside me, sinking so I could feel him deeper, and whimpering when he rewarded me with a satisfied groan at the feel of me giving him all my weight.

So long, I’d dreamed of a man who could touch me like this, who could make me feel so wanted, so cared for, so safe and yet so free.

So long, I’d wondered if I’d ever feel pleasure like this, if I’d ever know what it was like to be touched by a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

And now that I had it within reach, I let go.

“Yes,yes, Kyle, right there.” I rolled my lips together, face hot as I grappled for the spark playing at the edge of my awareness. “Don’t stop.”

“Never stopping, Mads,” he promised — and then he picked up the pace. His fingers curled inside me to the deepest spot, and the held them there, coaxing my orgasm like he was the master of it. His mouth covered my clit, and the hot swipes of his tongue turned into a steady sucking that drove me to ecstasy.

I ripped apart.

Every stitch that had carefully held me together since the moment I lost him was eviscerated, along with my ability to stand. I came like it was the first and the last time, like it was the end of my life and my body had one last chance to feeleverything.

My hands curled in his hair. My hips bucked and rolled. My legs gave out, but Kyle held me steady, licking up every last wave of my release.

He consumed me, every part of me, and I never wanted to live outside of him again.

It felt like the longest orgasm to ever exist as I rode out each rolling spark of electricity coursing through me. Kyle never relented, either — he fucked me with his fingers and his mouth until the last moan leaked out of me, until my hands slackened in his hair and my legs began to shake so hard from the effort of standing that he carefully helped me into the bed.

He laid me down, maneuvering me up and up until my head hit the pillows, until he was sliding between my legs and kissing me as my breaths attempted to even out.

I tasted myself on him, and hot need rippled through me.

Mine.

I didn’t care that I felt like I could sleep for a year. I didn’t care that the sweet euphoria of release was trying to lull me into a coma. I fought against it, reaching for that part of me that yearned for more, and I deepened every kiss Kyle pressed against me.

My hands were in his hair again, my legs spreading wider, and when I felt his hard length warm and insistent against my slick core, I moaned deep and needy.

Kyle hissed, pressing his forehead against mine and slowly rolling his hips. Every time he did, his thick length slid between my wet lips, coating him in the orgasm he’d just given me. It wasas if he was savoring it, as if he were memorizing every second of tonight before he was inside me again.

But I was impatient.

I reached between us, nipping at his bottom lip when I found his cock and stroked it from base to tip. He was soaked from me, and that made me even hotter, even more needy to feel him.

God, he was even bigger than I remembered. I’d seen his bulge, felt it pressed against me last night when he’d touched me and had it pressed against my backside. I knew he was thick and long and curved in a way that would hitjustthe right spot inside me, but to have him in my hand, to feel the way that beautiful cock twitched in my palm…