i dont really know where i was going with this...i wanted to see how far I was willing to go with this type of content and this was the final product.
Taylor was absolutely sated.
Chad hadn't moved his head from between her legs in what felt like hours and she was loving every minute of it. She had never experienced this type of feeling before dating Chad.
No one had ever given her a second glance. No boy had ever sought her out for anything other than homework answers.
Chad changed that.
It was as if he was enamored by her. He would always want to be around, kiss, and touch her.
He made her feel utterly irresistible.
It was she who suggested they do more than the average make-out and grope fest. It was so obvious he wasn't a virgin and she was. She wanted to take that next step with him, to be closer to him than ever.
To her surprise, he rejected her.
Well, maybe rejected isn't the right word, but he did refuse her when she told him she was ready.
I want to spend as much time understanding and memorizing you with your clothes on as I will with your clothes off.
How was she not supposed to want him in the most intimate way when he said stuff like that?
He made her wait three months.
It happened out of the blue. They were watching "Breaking Bad" in his room, a show that met her chemistry needs and his thriller needs.
He started to kiss her neck, nibbling at that little spot behind her ear that he discovered could drive her insane. His hand had already found its way under her shirt, playing with the wire of her bra.
They had long since forgotten about the show as she gripped his shoulders to bring him closer and his hand slid beneath the cup of her bra, his thumb brushing over her pert nipple. She moaned at the contact.
He knew exactly how to make her body sing. In the ten months they had been dating, it seemed he memorized every sensitive part of her body that had her panting for more without removing a single piece of clothing.
Her nipples had always been sensitive and used that to his advantage. When he pinched the tightened bud between forefinger and thumb, she nearly yanked off her shirt.
It had been impressive how much restraint he'd shown with her. The look in his eyes every time she made a sound in response to his touch made it seem like he wanted to burn the clothes off her body.
He had looked at her like that that night.
Soon, their shirts had been discarded. Her bra was halfway down her abdomen and his warm mouth was sucking on the nipple he had tortured with his fingers. She had never felt anything like that before. His mouth was warm and insistent, his tongue swirling around the bud until she was almost sobbing for more. She remembered her hand clenched in his hair as his other hand unbuttoned her jeans.
Just before his hand went forward, he unlatched his mouth from his nipple and looked up at her.
"Is this okay?" He asked.
He was always so apprehensive when it came to this kind of thing. She knew he never wanted to rush her or force her to do something she didn't want to.
He let her set the pace entirely. It was all completely up to her.
And when they were both stripped from their clothes and his fingers and mouth coaxed her to heights she had never reached before, they had joined in ways she never knew they could.
When he was finally in her and moving and nurturing a need inside her she never knew she had, he was careful and calculating. He listened to each sound she made, tried things he thought she'd like, and quickly moved on when he realized she didn't. Everything he did in that moment was for her. Her pleasure and her enjoyment.
He made her feel like a fucking goddess.
It was exhilarating.
In the afterglow of it all, she laid her head on his chest, panting and drawing circles on the dented planes of his stomach.
He had asked her, "Was it okay?"
She had laughed at him before responding, "It was better than I could've ever imagined."
She slept peacefully in his arms that night, wonderfully sated.
Just like now.
Accept Chad had yet to stop sating her.
Jeez, she was bordering on her fourth orgasm, and his tongue still didn't stop. She was a panting, sweaty, oversensitive mess.
She was about to tell him she couldn't handle another one before his tongue swirled over the swollen nub, choking the words in her throat.
"Chad," she sobbed, one hand in his hair torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away while the other one clenched the edge of the desk she was precariously purchased on.
Before she knew it, stars exploded in her vision once more. Her back bowed out and a shiver racked her whole body. A hoarse cry tore out of her mouth.
He continued to lick into her as if he hadn't knocked her world off its axis.
Fuck, he said he was going to show her he loved her, not show her he could ruin her.
"Please," she begged. "I can't. I can't do another–"
He growled and tightened his grip on her thighs. She felt his lips leave her for a second and almost sighed in relief.
"One more, Tay. Can you give me one more?" Chad's eyes met hers through her mindless haze. "Please."
She all but whimpered, nodding her head tiredly and eagerly.
He immediately went to work.
Taylor braced herself as two fingers opened her up and a merciless tongue delved into her. She let out a broken moan and tightened her hold on his hair. She released a string of curses as his fingers entered her once more. His lips enclosed around that abused nub and his finger curled, hitting a spot that nearly made her eyes cross.
It was all too much. Tears pricked her eyes at the overwhelming sensation, but her hips moved against his fingers nonetheless. The pressure in her lower belly was building up and she was desperate for release.
Then, the barest hint of his teeth scraped against the enlarged nub and she shot off like a rocket. Her body tensed tight like a bowstring before convulsing uncontrollably. Mouth open in a silent scream and tears streaming from her eyes at the power of her orgasm, Taylor's breath was stuck in her chest.
He licked her through it, stopping only when her body calmed down and her hand pushed his head away.
"Fuck," she breathed out.
He pulled back from her, using the back of his hand to wipe her wetness from his mouth. It was such an obscene and tantalizing sight, she would've grabbed him and kissed him if her limbs didn't feel so heavy. So, she closed her eyes.
"You okay?" There was a smirk in his voice.
"Mhm."
"You believe me now?"
"Huh?" She couldn't possibly believe or know anything right now. His tongue fucked all the knowledge right out of her.
Taylor risked a glance at him. There were crescent-shaped indents on his shoulders from where she had sunk her nails into him in her blissed-out state. His hair was disheveled in the most chaotic way. He had a shit-eating grin and a glint in his eyes that drove her crazy.
He was gorgeous.
"Do you believe me?" Chad asked again.
"Believe what?"
"That I love you. Are you convinced?" He teased, gesturing to her limp form.
Taylor huffed out a breath. Of course, he found a way to be cocky right now. She knew he had a reason to be, but she'd never admit that out loud. Choosing to let his cockiness slide, she allowed herself to smile.
"I believe you."
Chad beamed down at her and she lost her breath at the sight. He grabbed her hands and gently pulled her up into a sitting position. Righting her dress over her frame, he zipped her up slowly. He then reached down to obtain his clothes from the floor and buttoned himself in his dress shirt before she could protest. He placed a kiss on her cheek and stepped away from her, no doubt to search for the bra he had flung across the room.
Once he found the forgotten material, he rolled it up in his suit jacket.
She was still trying to get her legs not to feel like jelly when he told her, "Let's get out of here, yeah?"
With his wrinkled clothes and her frumpled dress, they probably looked like the poster teens for one of those safe sex videos they were forced to watch in sex-ed. It was perfect.
"Yeah," she reached out her hand and he took it. "Let's go."
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