Author's Note: This one isn't a story, just an erotic snippet :)
His mouth sucked, hot and soft and perfect, driving her higher.
She moaned as he added his fingers, the pressure almost too much, and soon she was lost in the pleasure he created. She squealed when his tongue flicked against her in tandem with the glide of his fingers inside, and it wasn't long before she shattered, crying out his name.
But he wasn't done. Pressing a kiss to her thigh, he turned her with gentle yet firm hands until she was on her front. He slid up alongside her, his body warm and bare against hers, and whispered in her ear.
"I want to try something."
She nodded her consent, her trust in him absolute, and took her bottom lip between her teeth as he slid away again. He knelt between her legs, pushing her thighs apart and gripping her waist to slide a pillow under her. When she whimpered, feeling utterly vulnerable, he soothed her with a warm hand along her spine.
That same hand slipped around her waist and between her legs, stroking the warmth that had pooled there. Moaning, she lifted her hips higher, trying to force the angle of his fingers so she could find her bliss again. Chuckling, he removed his fingers, and she felt the mattress dip as he positioned himself behind her. She groaned when he slid his length where his fingers had been, the feeling exquisite in its perfection. Again, she lifted her hips higher, her mind hazily understanding what he was trying to do.
But he took his time, torturing her with his fingers and body until she was almost begging for him. And then, finally, he was there, hot and hard as he pressed inside.
Oh.
She moaned as her body stretched to accommodate him in this new way, almost painful but not quite. He inched forward.
"Breathe in," he instructed, his voice strained.
She complied, fingers twisting in the sheets.
"Breathe out."
She did, and he pushed inside in the same instant. They both released a taut moan.
"You okay?"
She nodded, breathing shallowly as she grew accustomed to this new feeling.
He moved slowly, barely rocking, but she whimpered as electricity zipped in her veins. It felt incredible. She pushed against him, eager for more.
They found their rhythm, bodies working in tandem as they reached for their peak. The thick, slow drag of him was too much, too perfect, and she knew she wouldn't last long. When he added his fingers, his lips pressed against her spine as he circled his forefinger around her, she twisted the sheets in her hands, trying to hold out. He circled once, twice, in tandem with the rhythm of his hips. Her body quaked under his.
Another circle, his teeth on her skin, and she plummeted with a cry. Then he worked, his fingers gripping her hips, and followed her into oblivion.