Page 139 of Love at First Ride
‘Oh? What did you think about?’
‘Baby, just thinking about it is why my balls are blue. But, seriously… I can’t move. All I can do is lie here. So, that means…’
I edge closer to him. He reaches for my hand.
‘I figure, first, you’re gonna have to ride my face. Then you’re gonna have to rideme.’
I perch on the edge of the bed and allow his gaze to continue its appreciation of my body.
I lean over toward him, giving him a close-up view of my cleavage. ‘Will I need a license for that?’ I whisper.
‘No, honey,’ he replies with a slight smile. ‘You just need to know how to ride.’
‘Well, you’d better lie down then.’
He does as he’s told and shuffles down the sheets until he’s lying flat. I go to remove my thong.
AJ stops my hand. ‘Keep it on,’ he says.
My heart thrums in my chest. I’ve never done this before. I climb on the bed, moving myself into position, until I’m hovering over him, his head right between my legs. I hear his low hum of approval.
‘That’s it, baby,’ he says as I grip the headboard. ‘Lower yourself down. Let me taste you.’
I widen my knees as I feel his finger hook inside the lace of the thong and move it to one side. I know I’m already soaked.
When his tongue licks the length of my seam, I tense. ‘Good and wet for me,’ he murmurs. ‘God, I’ve dreamed about this. Every night in that place.’
My nerves melt away as his tongue gets to work, dipping inside me, taking a leisurely tour of my pussy. My moans grow louder when he reaches my clit, swirling his tongue over the tight bundle of nerves, his tongue flicking over me in a pulsating rhythm that sends sparks up my thighs from my core. Every now and then, he downshifts, prolonging my pleasure.
Barely a few months ago, I would have been too shy to do this. Even the idea of it would have been completely mortifying. Riding a man’s face while I kneel upright over him.
For a while, when AJ was at the medical center, I was going to bed and missing him, thinking of him always, until the throb between my legs needed satisfying.
For the last week, I’ve held back. Falling asleep with that familiar, aching throb, because I knew this night was coming.
‘Mmm, baby, slow down, I’m close,’ I say, gripping the board even tighter and sucking air through my teeth. ‘I want it to last.’
He does as I ask, his tongue moving away from my clit, slipping inside me again. I groan and so does he, the low, appreciative sound vibrating through my thighs. And I know I’mnotgoing to last.
At the same time, AJ’s fingers move from my waist, sliding upwards to my breasts, finding my nipples and circling them through the black lace, pressing into me. The friction only lifts me higher.
‘AJ…’ I whisper, feeling the molten heat between my legs.
Instinctively, his tongue shifts back to my clit. I feel my body begin to quake as a tsunami of pleasure rolls through me, nudging me closer to a climax.
When he increases the intensity, just by a fraction, I cry out. I squeeze my eyes tighter as I’m swept up in the sensations, my release building low in my core.
‘AJ,’ I say again, but it emerges as a whimper.
And then I’m there, and it’s too good, black spots clouding my vision, the fireworks beginning to explode. The tremors begin, and I peak.
AJ holds tightly onto me as I come, my wanton cries filling our brand-new bedroom, and I’m held in a state of suspension, my toes curling as pleasure waves crash and pulse over me. It’s a climax that goes on and on. AJ doesn’t stop, keeping up the pressure, and even when I think I’m coming down, he alters his rhythm, keeping me hovering in a state of bliss.
‘Oh… god,’ I choke out when my body comes down, my chest rising and falling as I recover. I almost laugh at how ridiculously good that felt. ‘Oh my god.’
I move myself back. AJ subtly wipes his mouth.
Looking down, I see him wince.
