Bethany's Rite by Eve Jameson

Bethany giving herself pleasure. He continued
to massage her inner thighs with his hands and occasionally laid down an
openmouthed kiss above her mound as he watched.
    “Then what happens?” he asked, surprised by the roughness of
his voice.
    Bethany kept her eyes closed as she began to speak, her
fingers tugging harder on her breasts.
    “You kiss my neck. Below my ear. I push against you.
Wanting, needing , to feel your heat. Your cock is hard. Pressed against
my ass.” She let out a little moan and twisted her nipples. “I want it inside
me.”
    Wyc’s cock pulsed with the demand to accommodate her. Right
now. Right fucking now.
    He shoved the thought away and shifted until his mouth was
directly over her pussy.
    She lifted her hips, but he pressed her back down into the
mattress, holding her in place. He slid his thumbs down to her entrance, wet
them with her juices and slid them back up and over the lips of her sex.
    “Wyc,” she whispered. “Please. Touch me.”
    Her nub had swollen so sweetly and was just begging for
attention. He ignored it and repeated the spreading action with his thumbs over
and over, until she was completely slick with her own cream. Every part but her
clit.
    “Keep going,” he said and teased the top of her cleft with
the very tip of his tongue.
    “You bend me forward. Over the table. Push my skirt up to my
waist. Rip off my panties.”
    Wyc cursed. Damn. He was going to come just listening to
her.
    He clung to his control and used his tongue to lick the
cream off her pussy even as he continued to spread it up and around with his
thumbs. Bethany twisted under his hands, but he refused to let her lift herself
against him. Her breaths echoed harshly around her words and she reached down
to bury her fingers in his hair.
    She was so turned on her skin was hot to the touch. Her
bottom lip was swollen from where she had bitten down on it when he started
using his tongue on her sex. Her cream was flowing in a steady stream and
dampening the sheet beneath her ass. He had never seen a woman so responsive
before. He shifted to alleviate some of the pain in his groin, and the friction
of the bed against his cock nearly made him explode.
    “You unzip your jeans,” Bethany panted out. “I want to slide
to the floor, but you hold me against the table. Tell me to spread my legs.
Push your hand between them. See if I’m wet enough.”
    Wyc scraped his teeth across her inner thigh, letting the
whisker stubble on his cheek graze her clit. Bethany jumped.
    “And are you wet enough for me to take you?”
    “Oh yes. God, yes,” she breathed out. Bethany opened her
eyes and speared Wyc with a look sharp with passion. “Wet and ready.”
    He circled her clit with his tongue and she pushed up on her
elbows. Damp tendrils of curls framed her face. Her eyes glowed like green fire
and color rode high on her cheeks.
    “Finish it,” he demanded.
    “You watch my breasts in the mirror. Put your cock to my
cunt. I try to move back…take you in. You won’t let me. You hold me in place
with one hand. Reach around to touch my clit with the other.”
    Wyc followed her words by laving her clit with his tongue.
Her head fell back and she moaned. He circled her clit and licked again. And
again. Faster.
    “You stroke it. I beg you to fuck me. Suddenly you drive
your cock in hard and fast—”
    Wyc burrowed his face against her and stabbed his tongue
deep inside her cunt. Bethany screamed. Struggled. Bowed up and fell back.
Pulled and pushed at him. Begged him to stop.
    Wyc took her to the peak and demanded more. And more. Until
her screams faded to whimpers and his own release spilled onto the sheets.
Until neither one could imagine a world without the other in it.
* * * * *
    Resting his head against her leg, Wyc closed his eyes and
inhaled the satisfying scent of his woman’s release. If he had a choice, he would
stay right here and love Bethany until they didn’t have enough strength to roll
over, never