She cried out, her eyes closed with ecstasy, and her legs parted even more for him.
Audrey was glorious in her need. He ran his finger along her clit again, then slid down deeper, circling her opening. He slid his first finger inside her, and when she whimpered, added a second finger, stroking her. She was so slick with her own juices that her body was making soft sucking noises, as if greedy for his fingers. And with every stroke of his fingers into her warmth, he’d reach up and brush her clit with his thumb.
Her cries grew more frantic, more frequent, and her hips began to roll against his fingers, adding to her own pleasure. He drove his fingers into her over and over, f**king her with his hand, watching her responses. She was gorgeous. Her head was thrown back, the white column of her throat gleaming in the lantern light, her br**sts jiggling and bouncing with every roll of her hips. He loved that she went after her own need with a single-minded intensity. Some women he’d been with pretended to be enjoying things, but then would fake a tepid orgasm.
Audrey, on the other hand, would mount a man and use him until she got what she needed. He liked that. And he drove harder into that soft well, curving his fingers when he was deep inside her, wanting to give her as much pleasure as possible.
A spasm clenched around his hand, and then Audrey was coming, hard and rough, her small, wordless cries keening in the night air. Her pu**y clenched over and over around his hand, her muscles contracting, and she gasped as if she’d just ran a marathon, breathing hard.
“Now that was pretty,” Reese told her in a husky voice. “It’s impossible to look away when you come, Audrey. The look on your face is incredible.”
She opened her eyes and gazed at him, her expression soft, her lips plump as if she’d been biting them. She looked so incredibly f**kable that it made his c**k ache with need, but he forced himself to ignore it, intent on teasing the hell out of this luscious woman spread out before him.
Reese lifted his hand and licked his fingers, shining with her juices. “Taste beautiful, too.”
Her eyes widened and she inhaled sharply, watching him.
Her taste was indeed delicious, sweet and salty all at once. He wanted more of that enticing flavor. He moved and bent between her legs, pushing her knees until they were up in the air. That exposed her smooth bottom to him as well as her wet, gleaming folds. “I’m going to lick you until you come again, Audrey.”
She trembled, and he could feel it in the arm he had bracing her legs in the air. “I just came twice.”
“I don’t care,” he told her, moving down between her legs. “That’s not going to stop me. That just makes you juicier for my tongue. Like a peach.” He felt her quiver again and braced his hands on the backs of her thighs, keeping her legs spread in the air. Then he leaned in and gave her a long, slow lick. She was so f**king wet that she coated his tongue with her juices. Delicious.
Audrey gave a low, keening moan at the sweep of his tongue, and the trembles in her legs grew. “Reese,” she panted. “Please. I’m so sensitive—”
“Then that makes this more of a pleasure,” he told her, and buried his face in her folds.
He was gratified at her cry of delight and swept his tongue against her sex, tasting her, exploring her. He lapped at her core, enjoying the continual trembles of her body. But when he moved back to her clit and began to lap at it with his tongue, she jerked and moaned his name again.
“Oh, God, Reese, I’m coming again.”
“Then keep coming.” He continued to tease her clit with his tongue, then sucked and nibbled at it. All the while, she rocked her hips against his mouth in little motions, strangled moans escaping her throat as she came. And when the moans continued, he wondered if she was still coming, but didn’t stop to check. He just kept licking and sucking at that small nub of pleasure. He slid two fingers deep into her pu**y and began to thrust in time with his tongue against her clit. Her pu**y was quivering, muscles clenching spasmodically against his hand, and her cries were growing wilder.
Audrey gave a sharp cry and a burst of wetness hit his tongue. Ah f**k, that was hot. Suddenly, he wanted to sink inside her and feel her clenching all around him. He sat up in a rush and grabbed another condom from his stash, tearing open the packet and shoving it on as quick as he could. He wanted her to keep coming, to feel that hot, tight pu**y clasping him as her entire body trembled.
When he had the condom on, he turned back to her and noticed that her legs were back on the blanket, her br**sts heaving with her gasps of air.
“Naughty Audrey,” he murmured, moving back to her and thrusting her legs into the air again. “Who told you I was done?” He bent to continue licking at her, wanting to drive her into that fever pitch once more.
She made a choked sound, and then she was moaning all over again. “Oh, f**k, Reese . . . oh, God. Oh, God! I can’t take it!”
He bet she could, though. So he continued to work her sensitive clit with his tongue, and when her moans became keening again, he slid a finger deep inside her and felt her pu**y quivering all around him.
Ah, perfect. He sat up on his knees, put his hands on her calves and guided them to his shoulders, and then leaned in, burying his c**k inside her.
Audrey gasped, her entire body jerking. He felt her clenching around him, the ripples continuous. It was like she was coming over and over again, and it felt incredible. He thrust hard into her, rolling her forward with the force of his hips.
She cried out as he sank deep and began to pump, her br**sts quivering and swaying with every rough thrust deep inside of her. She was like a tight glove around his c**k that kept clenching and getting tighter, and f**k all if he wasn’t going to last very long. He continued to pump into her, determined to make this last until he wrung a few more of those keening cries out of her.
“You coming, Audrey?” he gritted, though he knew the answer.
Her soft moan seemed to shoot directly to his balls, her eyes closed, head thrown back with pleasure. “Can’t. Stop. Coming. Reese. Oh, God, Reese.”
“Good girl,” he told her, thrusting hard and sinking deeper with every movement. Ah f**k, she was so good to sink into, those soft thighs bouncing against him, her big br**sts moving with the force of his thrusts. “Tell me you want me to come, Audrey.”
She whimpered, her head thrashing on the blanket, nearly insensible.
“Tell me . . . you want me . . . to come . . . Audrey,” he gritted out, punctuating each pause with a rough thrust.