He hums approval as a hand moves behind my head and grips into my hair. He tugs, and my back arches slightly as he raises his face to look down at me. His eyes are shadowed as the outdoor lighting of the bar is at his back, but because they are so pale, still shine brightly at me. “Even better.”
“It’s still just one night,” I insist, knowing that the minute I promise myself that, I won’t go back on it. I’m too disciplined in the way I parcel out my intimacy.
“We’ll see,” he murmurs. Stepping away from me, he grabs my hand in his and pulls me toward his bike.
“I can’t anymore,” I gasp as the last tremors of my orgasm fade away and my muscles start to unclench.
What is that? Three so far?
Tenn isn’t dissuaded. He merely pushes his face harder into me, his tongue driving in deep. My back arches and my fingers curl tight into his hair—which is softer than it even looked—and I try to wrench his head away from my sensitive flesh.
He lifts his lips from me just enough to growl, “Gotta give you one more… just to prove you wrong. Remember?”
I weakly lift my head and look down my naked body at him as he lies in between my legs. He’s still fully clothed while I’m completely bare to him, but then again… he didn’t give me any choice the minute he closed the door behind us when we entered his hotel room. His hands came to frame my face, and he proceeded to kiss the breath out of me. His mouth was hard, demanding, and completely controlling. His tongue erotically captivated my own as his hands roved all over me, pulling at my clothes and stroking over my skin.
When he had me completely naked, he took a step back and looked at me with lust blazing out of his eyes. “Over and over again, Goldie,” he promised as his eyes traveled down the length of my body. My nipples got hard, and I felt twitchy all over.
His eyes came to rest on that part of my body that felt the twitchiest of all, and he licked his lips. “Want my mouth on that pussy,” he murmured, and my knees almost buckled.
None of the rich and dapper men I go out with ever talk to me like that. They always murmur words of endearment while they reverently look upon me with wonder and awe. None of them have such a raw look of need and desire etched upon their faces, and none of them ever look at me like they want to devour me whole.
In my experience, the men I’ve been with tend to be selfish in nature. I’ve bemoaned to my girls time and again over the serious lack of oral attention I usually get, instead settling on a man that just wants to get his dick wet so he can pound out his own orgasm. I’ve never had anyone look at me the way Tenn did in that moment, telling me he wanted his mouth on me as if I was the only sustenance he could ever crave.
And his mouth was on me… and over me… and inside of me. He licked and sucked and ate at me, over and over again. My first orgasm came on brutally strong and amazingly fast, knocking the breath out of me and causing me to go dizzy. Tenn merely muttered against my wet flush, “Fuck yes, baby. So sexy,” before he started licking and sucking at me again.
His fingers got added. One, two, and then three… stretching and plunging into me. My hips bucked and circled, trying to drive him deeper into my body. Orgasm number two wasn’t far behind number one, and my toes curled from the immense pleasure he gave me.
But he didn’t stop.
He didn’t attack me harder though either, instead slowing his pace and leisurely lapping against my pleasure-numbed skin. His hands stroked the insides of my thighs, and he whispered how sweet I tasted. The fire stoked slowly inside of me because he ate me out slowly, taking his time with me.
When number three hit, I called out his name and arched my back off the bed, faintly recognizing a chuckle of triumph out of him. And finally, yes, finally, I figured he’d fuck me.
Instead, he was demanding I give him one more, and I didn’t think I had it in me.
“Just fuck me, Tenn,” I moan as he slips a finger inside of me, curling it just right.
“One more, Goldie,” he says, tilting his head to the side to suck on the skin of my inner thigh. With a prick of his teeth against me that elicits a startled yelp, he surges upward and pulls me from the bed.
I’m so limp. I’m like a rag doll in his arms as he spins me around and has me face the dresser at the foot of the bed, which comes complete with large mirror attached to it. I watch with glazed eyes as he brings his huge body behind me and wraps his tattooed arm across my breasts to hold me up. His eyes bore into mine through the reflective glass and his other hand trails down my stomach.
His fingers splay out and cover my mound, pushing me back against him until I can feel his erection burning into my lower back. He watches his own hand as he slides lower over my flesh and then sinks his middle finger into me.
“Watch me,” he commands with a nod of his head downward. “Watch me finger fuck you to another orgasm, Goldie.”
My head falls back on his shoulder as I close my eyes to gain composure. He’s going to kill me. Death by orgasm.
“Watch, baby,” he murmurs as he starts pumping his finger in and out of me. “Look how beautiful you are in my arms. Face flushed, nipples hard as rocks, my finger sliding in and out of you. So warm and tight. Can’t wait to have my cock in there.”
My eyes take in every detail as he describes it for me, and I feel wanton as I watch how sexy we look in the mirror together. I watch his hand moving against me, let his dirty words seep into my pores, feeling the pressure miraculously start building inside of me again. My gaze slides up to his and I find his eyes no longer watching his own actions, but locked onto my face. His cheek lowers, and he rests it against the top of my head.