I cry out, nearly a wail, and pleasure shoots through me at the tenderness, the precision of his tongue. My hands grasp for the table behind me to support myself as he presses in closer, and begins to suck at my most private places, burying his mouth in me. I can barely keep my eyes open, the pleasure is so intense— but I also can’t bring myself to look away from the sight of Heath’s head between my legs.

Heath fucks me with his tongue, exploring me, then looks up at my eyes as his lips find my clit. I moan and buck my hips up without entirely meaning too, but Heath has wrapped his arms around my thighs and managed to keep his mouth exactly where it needs to be. He flicks my clit with his tongue, massages it, sucks on it until I begin to sweat and writhe. I lift my feet to his shoulders without intending to, and fight the urge to lift away. It’s not that I want to, it’s that I can barely stand the feeling, the electricity rippling through me— I think it might tear me apart.

“Heath,” I whisper-groan, shaking. “I think I’m going to come.”

I can’t believe I said “I think”, because that’s clearly what’s about to happen, and yet the orgasm I feel pounding in my core is unlike anything I’ve felt before. It’s not the earth-shattering orgasm I had last night, when his cock was in me. This one is steadier, growing more and more powerful with each heartbeat.

Heath releases my clit for a moment, and I whine in desperation. Just when I think I might resort to truly, truly begging, he laps at my pussy again, flicking my clit expertly with his tongue.

It undoes me, the punctuation point of my pleasure, and I moan loud and long and loud, my head rolling back and my arms giving out behind me. I fall back on Heath’s kitchen table, back arched, body contorting as an orgasm unlike anything I’ve felt before ripples from my pussy through my stomach, my arms, my fingers and toes, rendering every part of me useless as it does so.

I come to, panting, unsure how long I was oblivious to the world in my fit of pleasure. Heath is sucking on my clit still, but this time it’s gentler, like he’s easing me back to consciousness. My breathing steadies, and my legs collapse over his shoulders. I hear him make a satisfied sound against me, and then he rises.

“I love the way your pussy tastes, Karli. Promise me I can have it again.”

I mean to answer aloud, but I haven’t quite regained those faculties yet. I nod blissfully. Heath leans over my body and kisses me deeply, and I can taste myself on his lips.

“Now, I think you’re ready to be fucked,” he whispers to me.

I smile up at him. “Please.”

“Please what, Karli?” he toys with me, reaching down to my pussy. I gasp when he gently presses his thumb inside me, running it against my front wall, sending sparks flying through my bloodstream.

“Please fuck me, Heath,” I murmur. Heath massages my pussy for a few moments, until I’m writhing on him, and then withdraws. He pulls me to the end of the table, then turns me onto my stomach and sets my feet on the floor. I’m bent over the kitchen table, hair strewn across my face; I hear Heath rustling with a condom and arch my back, eager for what’s coming.

“Sweet girl,” Heath says from behind me, then lifts my arms up and places them over my head, holding them in place with one hand splayed across my crossed wrists. With his other hand, he slaps my ass, sending tingles up and down my legs, and I whine with desire. Heath massages the place where he likely left a hand print, then spanks me again, this time letting his fingers wisp along my slit as he does so.

“Please, Heath,” I beg, growing desperate to feel him enter me. I need him, and I need him now.

Heath growls, the sound deep and animalistic, and I moan as I feel the head of his cock line up with my entrance. He pushes into me, stretching at my pussy, and my moan becomes a wail of pleasure. Will he ever stop feeling so massive in me? His cock slides alone my pussy’s walls, and it feels like fireworks are exploding in my core. I thrash backward, trying to get more of him in me, but his hand on my wrists keeps me from making any progress. He’s in charge here, a fact that’s both incredibly sexy and incredibly frustrating.

Heath begins to give me more, fucking me a little harder, strokes a little longer, though I can tell he’s still not wholly inside me— despite the fact that he’s reaching new depths, that I feel so full of him that it doesn’t seem possible there could be room for another inch. He smacks my ass again as he fucks me, and I cry out his name, shameless and sweating and hungry for more. I feel myself growing close to an orgasm, and begin to pant as it sweeps through me—

“No, no, not yet, baby,” Heath says, and pulls out of me. I whine, loud and long, trying to scoot my ass closer to him so he can keep going. He spanks me in response. “Trust me.”

“I need more,” I pant, looking over my shoulder at him.

“You’ll get plenty more,” he says, then sits down in the chair at the kitchen table. He grabs my hands and pulls me toward him, until I’m straddling the chair, tiptoes on the floor keeping me just above his waiting cock. “Ride my cock, Karli. I want you to make us come together.”

I nod, licking my lips, unsure how I’ll manage this without taking all of him into me— which I want, but will it hurt?

“You’ll be fine,” Heath says— I guess he sees the worry on my face. “Put your knees here.” He lowers his hands to his sides, giving me a place to prop my knees so I have more control over the depth he sinks to. It does mean, however, that Heath will be more or less supporting my body weight while I’m on top of him.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“I told you to ride my cock, Karli,” he says sternly.

I smile despite my hesitation, then nod— I want to do what he tells me. I reach down and position his cock at my entrance, then meet his eyes. He groans as I slide down onto him, and I go almost faint at the sensation. I’ve never been in this position before, but my body tells me what to do. I place my hands on his shoulder and begin to pump up and down, moaning, trying each time to get him farther. I hold my breath and sink down as far as I can, whimper as I try for a little more, I little more— I want all of him.

“We’ll get there, baby,” Heath whispers in my ear.

“I want it now,” I complain, biting my lip.

“I know,” he says, then rocks his hips in a way that sends me spiraling into pleasure. I moan on him, dropping my head to his shoulder and as I begin to thrust against him again, riding him harder than before. He growls against me, pulls me closer and begins to grind back with his hips each time I sink onto his cock. There’s no stopping the orgasm building in me now—

“Heath,” I cry his name, though I’m not sure what I mean to say beyond that.

“Go on, baby,” he murmurs back, and his voice is choked. I realize that he’s seconds from orgasming too, and knowing that sends me over the edge. I cry out, thrashing backward as I let myself go, his cock buried deep in me, my fingers scratching at his back as I try to keep myself upright amid the lightening shooting through my body. Heath groans, loud and long, and grasps me tighter, pushing his cock yet farther in to me. I’m so tight around him that even through the condom, I can feel the pulse of him coming deep inside my pussy, the rhythm of it matching the racing beat of my heart.

I collapse against him and he holds me tight, even though I can tell that he’s also feeling suddenly weakened by the power of that shared orgasm. We pant together, catching our breath, glowing at how perfect that felt— to come at once. Heath kisses my temple and carefully lifts me up and off of his still-hard cock, setting me on the edge of the table. He drops his mouth to my lips, kisses me there gently.

“I’ve never had anyone like you, Karli,” he murmurs. “When are you going to tell me that you’re mine?”

I’m almost surprised— I hadn’t forgotten, exactly, that I promised to tell him the moment I was his, but it wasn’t an answer I realized he was still waiting on. Realizing this— and therefore, the power of the question and the answer— makes me nervous, though not in an unpleasant way. I want to feel so sure about Heath that I can tell him that and mean it. I want to be his…but I also know that I’m not just yet.

“Maybe you need more,” he says at my silence, then tilts my chin up so he can kiss me again.

“More?”

“More,” he says, then sweeps me into his arms and carries me to a back bedroom. He sets me on the bed, watching me for a moment, then says in a deep, husky voice, “I’m going to fuck you again, Karli. Are you ready for my cock?”

I can’t stop myself from smiling in anticipation, in want, in need. “Absolutely.”