My body responded to him in the most visceral of ways, the throbbing of my pussy impossible to ignore. I shuddered as he touched his lips to my inner thigh, and let out a moan. The anticipation of him was almost too much to bear.
Then he stopped, and I waited, holding my breath, wondering what he was about to do. Hammer inhaled deeply, loudly, and then looked up at me again. "Shit," he said.
A lump formed in my throat. "What? Is something wrong?"
He shook his head. "Fuck, no, there's nothing wrong."
"Then what?" I asked.
"The smell of you," he said. "That shit is going to make my cock explode."
Oh God. The way he talked - dirty and direct - I didn't know what to make of it, what to do with it. But my body did. I wanted him to touch me. I needed him to touch me.
"Spread your legs," he said, not waiting for me to comply before he pushed my thighs apart, forcing my rear against the mattress. "I want you on my mouth."
As he spoke, I could feel his breath, warm between my legs, the air teasing, caressing me, even before his tongue reached me. And when it did, when he finally stopped teasing me and ran his tongue from the bottom of my pussy to my clit, I thought I was going to explode.
"Oh, my God." My words were punctuated with sharp inhalations of breath, gasping as he began to work his tongue over and over my clit, around and around in circles. I'd never felt anything like it before. What he was doing to my body now, the sheer pleasure of it was overwhelming. Any pleasure I'd ever had before was always accompanied by pain. In absence of pain, the intensity was practically blinding.
He covered me in his mouth, his tongue working me over until I was nearly breathless. Then, hands on my ass, pulling me against his mouth, he fucked me with his tongue. I lost myself with him, for the first time in my life not able to think about anything else that was happening, about all worries that normally ate up my thoughts. Instead, I was completely and entirely swept up in how it felt to have someone concerned only about my pleasure. Waves of arousal washed over me, bigger and bigger, until I was on the brink.
I felt his fingers at my entrance, probing, gently opening me until he slipped them easily inside, my pussy slick with my wetness.
"Shit, you're so wet," he said softly, his voice a growl. I could barely answer. All I could think about was how it felt to have his fingers inside me, stroking me, his movements rhythmic.
"Oh my God, Hammer." I nearly panted the words, as he returned his mouth to my clit, his tongue swirling in circles like he had before. "I'm - I think I'm close."
"Does this feel good?" he asked, between mouthfuls of my clit.
Good? It felt amazing. There was no comparing what he was doing to anything else I'd ever felt in my life. "Oh God, yes," I said, less and less able to control the moans that escaped my lips.
"Do you want me to keep doing it?" he asked.
"Yes, please," I begged. "Don't stop. Don't ever stop." I was so close to the edge. I wanted to let go. There was just a small part of me, holding back. I'd never come for a partner before, not once.
But Hammer had me on the brink.
He must have sensed something shift in me. He looked up at me, his fingers still doing that rhythmic thing inside me, his voice dominant and commanding. "Listen to me," he said. "I want you to come on my fingers, do you understand?"
I bit my lip, nodding, even though I didn't know if I could let go.
Then he put his mouth to me again, sucking my clit so hard it was nearly painful, and lost myself in his mouth and his fingers until I was so close to the edge. I felt him pull his mouth back from me, just for a moment, to speak. "Come on me. Now."
Something about the way he ordered me to come pushed me over the edge and it felt like an explosion as I came on him, my muscles pulsing around his fingers inside me. It was an eternity before I could open my eyes and look at him.
When I did, he slid his fingers from me and touched them to his mouth, his tongue pressed up against his fingertips. "You taste amazing," he said.
I couldn't speak, I was so unraveled by him. I felt undone, completely, standing there naked while this man - this tattooed, fighter, biker, computer nerd - looked at me with hunger in his eyes. "Hammer," I said. "That's - oh my God, that's never happened to me before."
He stood up, a cocky grin on his face, and began to unbuckle his pants. "Well, get ready. Because that's sure as hell not going to be the last time you feel my mouth on you."
I doubt she had a clue how sexy she looked, standing there in those black heels, buck naked, leaning against the bed. Her hair was mussed, a tangle of strands, pieces sticking up at all angles where she'd run her hands through her mane while I was between her legs. Her lipstick was smudged where I'd kissed it the hell off her.
This girl had roused every bit of protective instinct there was in me, had my blood pumping through my veins ready to take out the asshole who had beat her. And now, Christ, I just wanted to be inside her, more than anything. My cock throbbed to the point that I thought it was going to fucking explode.
At the same time, I didn't want to hurt her, this girl who had already been broken beyond belief but was still so strong. I felt like a schmuck, talking about all my shit when hers was horrific. And now, all I could think about was myself and how much I wanted to be inside her, when what I needed to do was to go slow, calm my shit down.