Page 66 of Wraith

His mouth finds my pussy, and the first touch of his tongue is soft. Exploring. Not aggressive or demanding. Just attentive, as if he’s learning what I like, how I respond, what makes me gasp.

I take his cock in my hand, lean forward, and wrap my lips around him. He’s already hard, the tip wet, and I take him deeper, using my tongue the way I know he likes. I try to go rough, to dominate his cock, but instead of the rough energy from last night, I slow down. Make it gentle.

His tongue circles my clit with patient, focused attention. Just giving me pleasure for the sake of pleasure. His hands are on my hips, my thighs, stroking and soothing and holding me.

I moan around his cock and the vibration makes him groan against me.

The sound sends a slow shiver through my body.

I suck him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, and his hips flex slightly, pushing into my mouth just a little.

We find a rhythm. Slow and synchronized; his tongue on my clit; my mouth on his cock. His fingers stroking my thighs; my hand wrapped around his base. Giving and receiving at the same time.

I can feel the pleasure building in me, warm and steady and inevitable. Not the intense climb from last night, but something deeper. Something that starts in my core and spreads outward through my limbs until my whole body feels liquid and alive.

His tongue moves faster. More focused. He’s learned what I need, and he’s giving it to me without me having to ask or command or demand. Just giving it because he wants me to feel good.

I take him deeper, relaxing my throat, letting him slide all the way in until my nose presses against his thigh.

He groans, and the sound is desperate and hungry and full of need.

I’m close. So close. The pleasure is building and building, and I can feel it in every nerve ending, every muscle, every breath.

And I can feel him getting close, too.

His cock is throbbing in my mouth, his hips moving in small, involuntary thrusts, his breathing ragged against my pussy.

His tongue does something perfect, and I come.

The orgasm rolls through me in waves, making my thighs shake and my back arch, and I moan around his cock and that must be what pushes him over because suddenly he’s coming too, pulsing into my mouth, and I swallow him down while he licks me through my climax, drawing it out until I’m trembling and oversensitive and have to pull away.

We lie there for a moment, both breathing hard, both wrung out and sated.

My head is resting on his thigh and his hand is stroking my hip in small, absent circles.

This wasn’t what I intended. I wanted rough and dominant and controlling; I wanted to use sex to avoid the feelings.

But instead it became this. It makes my chest ache.

He shifts, carefully extracting himself from our position, and I roll onto my back. He’s still hard. Not fully, but enough, and pulsing harder with each heartbeat.

When I look at him, there’s a question in his eyes.

I answer it by rolling onto my hands and knees, presenting myself to him. Offering. Submitting.

Last night I was in control. Tonight I want him to take me. I want to feel him inside me and not have to think or plan or manage anything. I just want to feel.

His hands are on my hips immediately, warm and steady. I feel the head of his cock press against my entrance and then he’s pushing in slowly, so slowly, filling me inch by inch. The stretch is perfect. The fullness is perfect. Everything about this is perfect.

But he’s being gentle again. His thrusts are slow and deep and measured. Like he’s making love to me instead of fucking me.

And maybe he is.

I drop to my forearms, changing the angle, and he groans and leans forward, his chest against my back, his mouth on my shoulder. He nips at my neck, then kisses my ear. One of his hands slides around to my front, finding my clit, and he circles it in time with his thrusts.

“June,” he says against my skin.

I’m close again already. My body is still sensitive from the first orgasm and he’s hitting something deep inside me that makes my toes curl and my breath catch. His fingers on my clit are perfect. His cock inside me is perfect. Everything is perfect except for the fact that I can’t see his face.