Man Of Few Words by Ursula Whistler Page B

those hairs. He drew a finger through the creamy wetness. “You’re not wearing anything under these pants.”
    She laughed, a deep throaty one that made his cock harden more. “Nope.”
    “Is this normal?” He could get used to having immediate access, especially if she were wearing a skirt. Lift, lick, plunge. His shaft hardened more. Somewhere in his brain, he filed that as something they had to do again—sex fully clothed. Those were some spectacular fucks in his car.
    “I’ll tell you later. I want you in me.”
    “So hasty. We’ll get to that part.” He needed to teach her that slow caused great orgasms. “First…” He dipped two fingers between her pussy lips to feel her juices coat them. As he rubbed her clit, her eyes closed and her mouth dropped open. Bringing her ecstasy had blood rushing to his cock. So easily, he could slip between her legs and guide himself into her tight pussy. He held back and adjusted the hard rod straining against his jeans.
    He spread a hand over her thigh, delighting in the heat of her skin and the solid muscle contracting beneath his fingers. She bent her leg, and he took the invitation. Lowering his head, he licked at the dark pink flesh between the blonde curls. As she opened further, he dipped his tongue lower, pushing into her pussy. She tasted sweet, salty, and delicious tremors traveled down his spine, his cock thickening more.
    She moaned with each flick of his tongue as he teased at her clit. He pushed her other thigh so that it was over his shoulder. Her pussy opened to him, and he sucked her clit into his mouth.
    She gave a muffled scream. “Oh my god, more. More of that.”
    He sucked her clit harder and pushed two fingers inside her tight opening. She panted with each pulsation. He added a third finger and felt the muscles of her pussy clench around them. He tugged on her clit with his teeth and licked at it. Her moans grew in intensity. She couldn’t be worrying about her roommate hearing her now.
    His cock begged him for release, so he pressed his face between her legs and quickened the pace of his tongue. His fingers matched his rhythm to her breathing. Her hand grabbed the back of his head and spurred him on.
    She screamed, “Yes.” And tried to pull on his hair.
    He laughed in between licks to her pussy. “You can’t use hair I don’t have.”
    “Duff, please, please.” She shuddered.
    After gathering her juices on his fingers, he pushed one into her puckered hole. His teeth took her clit, and she cried out again. The friction of his cock against his jeans and her screams had him teetering on the edge of ecstasy, but he tightened his abs and kept his focus on her. “One more scream, and you can have me.”
    “Keep doing that and you won’t wait long.” Her hips pushed his finger further inside her ass.
    He added another finger wet from her juices into her ass. Her tight muscles and legs squeezed around his digits. When she plunged toward him, the thumb he’d left at the edge of her pussy felt the pull of her need. He thrust his tongue into her dripping wet pussy. His balls ached, and his dick cried to be inside her center. He pushed with fingers and tongue. Her body stilled. A slow, halting, “aaaaah” filled the room as she orgasmed, the walls of her wet center pulsing around his fingers.
    “I need you in my so badly. Please, Duff. Fuck me. Please.”
    With one last nip at her clit, he sat up, her ankles still on his shoulders. Her eyes were closed, and she panted with her bottom lip pressed between her teeth. A pink flush spread from her cheeks over her breasts. When he touched her nipples, she shuddered. He smiled at the picture of bliss before him. “I think I want to do some more of that to you. You’re beautiful like this.”
    She slid her legs off his shoulders and down his arms. “Thank you, but shut up and fuck me.” She sat up to unbutton his jeans. When his cock popped out, she ran a finger over it and spread the bead of