She slowly slipped her panties off one foot and spread her legs wide. Trembling with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, she held herself open with one hand and traced the inner folds of her pussy with two fingers of her other hand. He watched her motion with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, his breathing harsh and raged.

“I like a man to stroke my lips until I’m dripping wet and I feel I’m going to die if he doesn’t fuck me soon. Even if I’m begging for him, he just keeps teasing and teasing until I don’t think he’ll ever give me what I want. Then he slips a finger inside me.” She traced her opening with her fingertip. Dipped the tip of her finger inside. Her pussy clenched, trying to draw it deeper within. “He keeps it buried deep while he strokes my clit.” She slowly drew her finger to her clit and then rubbed it in circles. Pulsations of pleasure radiated from her core, begging for a more rigorous touch. Faster strokes. She denied herself the relief of a quick orgasm, keeping her motions deliberately slow and gentle. The mesmerized way Gabe watched her motions, while matching her pace as he stroked his length, spiked her lust into the stratosphere. She’d never been more turned on in her life and he’d scarcely touched her.

She didn’t know what excited her more: her fingers on herself or Gabe watching her as if hypnotized. But she was lying about what a man did to make her hot. That’s how she got herself off; she’d never had a man figure it out. But telling him. Showing him. There was no way he could get it wrong.

“Then,” she said, her voice low and husky, “when I start coming and my pussy is clenching, he pounds two fingers into me over and over again, as hard as he can. Driving me higher and higher.”

“I can smell how turned on you are, baby,” Gabe said. “I want to taste you. What do you want me to do with my tongue?”

She never expected to like this openness in the bedroom. She’d imagined it would be embarrassing. It wasn’t as hard to tell him what she enjoyed as she thought it would be. And showing him? It just made her even hotter.

“I want your tongue firm and writhing against my clit until my juices are dripping down my ass, and then I want you to lap up the hot mess you created.” She captured her juices on the tips of her fingers and brought them to her mouth. “I want to taste myself on your lips when you kiss me afterwards.” She licked the cum off her fingers. “Mmm. Dirty.”

He dove onto the bed with her, catching her thighs on his shoulders as he buried his face between her legs. His tongue brushed against her clit, and she cried out. Talking was sexy, but doing it was so much better. He rubbed his tongue against her clit and shifted so he could trace her inner folds with two fingers the way she’d showed him.

“Oh yes, Gabe.” she gasped. He pleasured her so much better than she pleasured herself. His lips latched onto her clit and he sucked. “I love that,” she said. “No one’s ever done that . . . Oh God! Wait. I think . . . ”

He released her clit, leaving her orgasm just out of reach. “Don’t come yet,” he said. “You just told me you like to be teased.”

“Maybe I’m multi-orgasmic.”

“Are you?” His tongue brushed her clit, and he continued to trace her aching opening with two fingers.

“I don’t know. No guy has ever made me come before.”

His eyes widened. “Never?”

“Not unless I help him out by touching myself.”

“You’re kidding.”

She shook her head. “I wish I were. I usually just fake it.” Why had she told him that? Her face heated with embarrassment.

“Don’t fake it with me, Mel. If what I’m doing isn’t working for you, tell me.”

“It’s working for me. That sucking thing really worked for me.” She hoped he took her hint without making her beg him to suck her clit again.

“Do you like a finger in your ass when you come?” he asked before his tongue flicked her clit again. Her entire body jerked in response.

“I don’t think so.”

“Have you ever tried it?”

“Well, no, but . . . ”

“I’ll do it. You tell me if you like it or not.”

Her already thundering heart raced out of control. What in the world was she agreeing to? “Okay.”

He fell silent as he concentrated on pleasing the flesh between her legs with his lips. His tongue. His hands. The suckling sounds were almost as erotic as the feel of his mouth on her. He traced her slippery lips with his fingertips, teasing her until she bucked against his hand.

“Fuck me, Gabe. Please. Just . . . Just put it in and pound me. Pound me hard. I want you so bad.”

His finger slid deep, and she took a strangled breath. She rocked against his hand, wanting him to thrust his fingers in and out of her though she knew damned well she’d just told him she’d like him to hold his hand still at this point. He sucked her clit into his mouth and rubbed it vigorously with the flat of his tongue. Ah. Wow. Yes. Like that. Oh. Fuck. Gabe!

Her womb clenched. Spasms of release coursed through her pelvis and spread through her body. Mouth open in ecstasy, Melanie forgot how to breathe. Gabe slid a second finger into her clenching pussy and the tip of a third finger into her ass. He pressed all three digits deep and then pulled them free and pounded them into her again and again and again as she came. And came. She was still shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure when he pulled his hand free and used his tongue to clean the come from her quivering pussy. Cleaning up the hot mess he’d made. She sucked a deep breath into her lungs.

She was completely limp by the time he moved up the bed to lie beside her. He kissed her, giving her a taste of her own cum on his lips. She suckled his tongue until she could no longer taste herself, though she could still smell her sex on his skin. She wasn’t sure why it turned her on. Why she’d never admitted that fact to anyone. Not even to herself.

“You didn’t fake that did you?”

She chuckled weakly. “I wouldn’t know how to fake that.”

He smiled. “Well, now I know one thing you like.”

“That only counted as one thing?” It had felt like ten blissful experiences in one.

“Mmm-hmm.” He trailed gentle kisses along her jaw and throat. “Let’s figure out what else you like.”

“Let me catch my breath so I can figure out what you like.”

“I’m not finished with you yet.” He slid down her body and gently licked and suckled one nipple while he squeezed and tugged on the other. He continually stimulated her left breast with harsh, rough motions of his fingers and mouth until it was reddened, sore, and aroused, while her right breast was pampered with tender touches and kisses that left it yearning, achy, and excited. And her breasts weren’t the only parts of her body that were throbbing with need. Her pussy was wet and swollen again already. She had no doubt that he could make her come a second time. This time she wanted him inside her when she came.

“Gabe,” she pleaded, “I want you inside me. I want to wrap my arms and legs around you as you thrust deep and grind against me.”

“We both want that, baby, but not yet. First, I want you to suck on my sac and tease my ass. Get me really worked up.”

Suck on his whozit and tease his what? “I don’t . . . know how.”

“That’s okay. I’ll tell you how I like it.”

Only fair, she supposed. He’d listened to how she liked it and hadn’t hesitated in pleasing her. He rolled onto his back, and her pussy throbbed when she saw how hard and swollen his cock was. She needed to hurry up and get him worked up so he would fill her with that monster. She’d never seen a cock that big, much less had one inside her. Her vibrator would have felt inadequate in its presence.

Gabe propped a few pillows beneath his shoulders and head, lay back, and spread his legs. “Gentle,” he said. “They’re really sensitive.”