moves down to my neck, trailing soft, fluttering kisses down towards my chest until his hot, wet mouth closes over one of my nipples, sending a shiver of pleasure all the way to my core.
“Oh, God!” I moan as his hand slides past my waist, down around my hip to the back of my thigh, lifting my leg to rest on his hip. Long fingers drag over my bare ass cheeks, then around to my inner thigh. I lose my breath as he makes subtle contact up the seam of my pussy. The anticipation and desperate need is driving me wild. I haven’t felt this turned on in my whole life and I crave the relief he promises with those strokes.
“Please,” I breathe into his ear, unashamed of my begging. All I care about is him taking me higher, to the peak of the orgasm I’m chasing. Tugging at my panties, he tears them from my body. Excitement rushes through me and my hips involuntarily grind over him, causing me to pant harder. I’m nervous about my scar there but I’m hoping he’s too caught up in the lust to notice it. His warm, full lips continue to tease my skin, travelling down my navel nibbling, nipping.
“Oh, yes, yes!”
He parts my folds with his thick wet tongue, sucking, licking, and lapping at my pussy. My moans become louder, my body is building, throbbing and tightening, nearing release.
“Oh my God!” I scream, tugging on his hair, holding him to me. My stomach clenches, and I feel him slip a finger inside me, curling his finger to find my G-spot, and my body shudders. He adds a second finger, stretching me, filling me with his fingers.
I cry out, worshipping him for bringing me to ecstasy.
“Fuck, you’re hugging my fingers so tight, Antonia,” he growls against my flesh, holding me up as my body shakes with pleasure. “Listen to how wet you are for me.” He thrusts his fingers inside me, rotating them, making me squirm. I feel my release coating his fingers. I have never climaxed like that in my life.
“Fuck,” he moans, pushing further inside me, drawing my orgasm out. A mist of sweat coats our bodies, my chest rising and falling as my legs try to support me. He doesn’t relent; he pounds his fingers into me in fast measured strokes causing my inner walls to tighten further around his fingers. I’m building again.
“Antonia, you in there?”
Shit! Gaby’s knocking at the door.
It’s like being awoken from a dream. Reality pushes its way back to the forefront of my mind. I look down at Finlay between my thighs; his fingers still buried deep inside me and my scent all over his lips.
I push him away from me and scurry into the bathroom, closing the door behind me and ignoring the perplexed look on his face. The toilet seat offers a cold shock against my warm skin as I sit on it to figure out why the hell I just let that happen. I don’t even know how I feel about Finlay; I’m not sure if we’re even friends, but there’s no denying the chemistry between us. It crackles and ignites whenever we’re close. He can be such a dick but, God, he’s a sexy dick .
SPLASHING MY FACE WITH cold water and giving my thighs a hand wash, I take in some deep breaths, trying to regain my composure before slowly opening the door and peeking out. The room’s empty, the bedroom door is open, and muffled voices seep through.
I try to be as casual as possible as I walk into the living space.
“Hey, how was your bath? I ordered Chinese food,” Gaby says, a cute smile lighting up her face.
“The guys will be here soon, Antonia, so unless you want to starve I would eat before they get here and demolish everything,” Finlay adds, in a tone all too casual considering he was face deep in my vagina minutes before.
“Okay, thanks,” I reply trying to sound just as casual but instead sounding strained.
There’s an atmosphere in the apartment as we eat. We’re all guilty of something but no one is admitting to anything. Eyes flick from one person to the next but silence descends and no one is willing to break
“Oh, God!” I moan as his hand slides past my waist, down around my hip to the back of my thigh, lifting my leg to rest on his hip. Long fingers drag over my bare ass cheeks, then around to my inner thigh. I lose my breath as he makes subtle contact up the seam of my pussy. The anticipation and desperate need is driving me wild. I haven’t felt this turned on in my whole life and I crave the relief he promises with those strokes.
“Please,” I breathe into his ear, unashamed of my begging. All I care about is him taking me higher, to the peak of the orgasm I’m chasing. Tugging at my panties, he tears them from my body. Excitement rushes through me and my hips involuntarily grind over him, causing me to pant harder. I’m nervous about my scar there but I’m hoping he’s too caught up in the lust to notice it. His warm, full lips continue to tease my skin, travelling down my navel nibbling, nipping.
“Oh, yes, yes!”
He parts my folds with his thick wet tongue, sucking, licking, and lapping at my pussy. My moans become louder, my body is building, throbbing and tightening, nearing release.
“Oh my God!” I scream, tugging on his hair, holding him to me. My stomach clenches, and I feel him slip a finger inside me, curling his finger to find my G-spot, and my body shudders. He adds a second finger, stretching me, filling me with his fingers.
I cry out, worshipping him for bringing me to ecstasy.
“Fuck, you’re hugging my fingers so tight, Antonia,” he growls against my flesh, holding me up as my body shakes with pleasure. “Listen to how wet you are for me.” He thrusts his fingers inside me, rotating them, making me squirm. I feel my release coating his fingers. I have never climaxed like that in my life.
“Fuck,” he moans, pushing further inside me, drawing my orgasm out. A mist of sweat coats our bodies, my chest rising and falling as my legs try to support me. He doesn’t relent; he pounds his fingers into me in fast measured strokes causing my inner walls to tighten further around his fingers. I’m building again.
“Antonia, you in there?”
Shit! Gaby’s knocking at the door.
It’s like being awoken from a dream. Reality pushes its way back to the forefront of my mind. I look down at Finlay between my thighs; his fingers still buried deep inside me and my scent all over his lips.
I push him away from me and scurry into the bathroom, closing the door behind me and ignoring the perplexed look on his face. The toilet seat offers a cold shock against my warm skin as I sit on it to figure out why the hell I just let that happen. I don’t even know how I feel about Finlay; I’m not sure if we’re even friends, but there’s no denying the chemistry between us. It crackles and ignites whenever we’re close. He can be such a dick but, God, he’s a sexy dick .
SPLASHING MY FACE WITH cold water and giving my thighs a hand wash, I take in some deep breaths, trying to regain my composure before slowly opening the door and peeking out. The room’s empty, the bedroom door is open, and muffled voices seep through.
I try to be as casual as possible as I walk into the living space.
“Hey, how was your bath? I ordered Chinese food,” Gaby says, a cute smile lighting up her face.
“The guys will be here soon, Antonia, so unless you want to starve I would eat before they get here and demolish everything,” Finlay adds, in a tone all too casual considering he was face deep in my vagina minutes before.
“Okay, thanks,” I reply trying to sound just as casual but instead sounding strained.
There’s an atmosphere in the apartment as we eat. We’re all guilty of something but no one is admitting to anything. Eyes flick from one person to the next but silence descends and no one is willing to break
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