and louder.
“Ah!” Gillian screamed as the coil tightened, leaving her on the brink. Her vaginal muscles clamped down as he slid a finger in, inch by inch until she could feel the knuckles on his hand against her flesh. Wiggling, her hips swirling in search of that elusive push, she lay trembling. Every ounce of her focused on the action between her legs. She could feel the hot rush of his breath against her, the stubble on his jaw, the slide of a droplet of sweat. Still, it was the teasing movement within her that held her captive.
“Guh, Jack, please.” Gillian reached for him, her fingers scrambling across her naked body. What she asked for she had no idea, she could only pray he knew. “Please, I don’t…”
“Let go, Gilli. Come on, baby, let it happen.” Jack pulled his finger back, his voice guttural. “I want to see you come, I want to taste you as you fly. Damn, you’re hot, sexy, I want to see you get off.”
Gillian shook her head, her hair a wild tangled mess sticking to her sweat-slicked flesh. To let go would be bad. She wasn’t anything like… Her train of thought stuttered to a halt before derailing completely from the tracks with the crook of the finger he had buried inside her. A shockwave of pleasure ripped through her with enough force for her to feel it in her toes. Stumbling over a moan, she panted, her nails digging into the bedding, her body hanging by a thread.
She whimpered in protest when he withdrew and moaned in pleasure when he sank slowly back into her depths with two fingers. Stuttering out a broken plea, she shook with the force of desire as he crooked his fingers with each measured movement in and out. In, out, again and again until she was ready to scream. Lungs burning with the need for oxygen, she hovered on the brink, desire and fear warring. With each slow movement of his fingers, desire edged out the fear. Her hips bucked at the glide of his tongue across her clit, his fingers pressing into her flanks. He licked along the sensitive bud, each motion in tandem with the movement of his fingers.
Gillian gasped, her world shattering into a million shards of white hot light behind her eyelids. Every muscle tensed, trembling again and again with each wave of pleasure radiating from her center. Her mind spun wildly, her universe a focused dot on the pulsing between her legs. Each brush of his fingers prolonged the pleasure, his tongue lapping at her clit until she was once more on the edge. Her thighs trembled as he pressed them into the sheets, his tongue delving deep into her cunt. “Oh God, stop, please, I can’t…” Gillian sobbed, her body undulating beneath his ministrations.
“Gillian, you’re beautiful.” From the distance, Jack’s murmur against her ear barely penetrated the fog of pleasure in her mind. A trembling hand reached for his forearm, her nails curving into the tanned flesh as she felt him stir.
She whimpered at the cool draft on the moist flesh between her legs and barely had time to exhale before she could feel him move. The flat, thick head of his condom-encased cock pressed in inch by inch until she could feel the tickle of his groin hair against her. A garbled scream flew from her lips when he rolled his hips, his hard cock bumping against her sweet spot. She groaned at the brush of his pelvis against her clit.
His murmurs swam in a warm haze of pleasure as he pulled back before thrusting forward again and again. Every movement of his hips drove her closer and closer to the brink of paradise until she felt his body tense. The slow, sweet glide of his cock into her sped up, harsh grunts mixed with hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck down to her breasts. His tongue laved at a puckered nipple.
“Yes.” Gillian clung to his shoulders, her hips undulating. Following his nudging, she lifted one thigh and wrapped her leg around his hip as he thrust forward. Her scream of pleasure was swallowed by his hot kiss. His tongue dueled with hers as