Base Nature by Sommer Marsden

to g e t y o u o ff.”
    G a rre t t s u ck e d in h e r h a r d n ub , s u cki n g ha r d e n o u gh t o stir a dee p e cho o f pl e as ur e in h e r w o m b . H is thick fing er s p u sh e d into h e r c u nt, f u cking h e r in s l o w e v e n st r o k e s. Fi r st o ne fing er , th e n tw o . Ar ching with an e xp er t p re ss ur e a gainst h e r G -sp o t so that h e r b o d y wa r m e d r api d ly, h e r l im b s t i ngling a nd h e avy. “What a b o u t y o u ?” She t o e d his c o ck, t r yi n g to p u sh him past his r ati o n a l little game plan. No u np r o t e c t e d s e x.
    W h y is this s o imp o r tant to y o u , L iv?
    She d i d n ’ t k n o w. H e r t o e s slipp e d cl u msily u p and d o wn G a rre tt ’ s er e cti o n bu t she p r o v o k e d h i m in t o th ru sting a nd that th r ill e d h er . E v er y time she k n e w she had p u sh e d him j u st a b it, it sw e ll e d u p in h er . A h u ge ru sh o f p o w e r and e xcit e m e nt. S o m e thing a b o u t be ing a b le to m a ke h i m re act th r ill e d h er . M o r e than with any o t h e r man.
    “ I’ ll make d o .” His f re e hand capt u r e d h e r f o o t and h e ld it and he s l o wly th ru st h is c o ck agai n st h e r f o o t so that she was n o w the o ne t o shake with e xcit e m e nt. He c ur l e d his fi n g er s in h er , p re ssing ha rde r so h e r l e gs cl o s e d a b it in v o l u nta r ily. G a rre tt lick e d h e r h a rd e r , b iting h e r clit with j u st e n o u gh p re ss ur e to make h e r s o b a littl e , and s he was c o ming. T r ying de sp er a t e ly t o s ynch u p h e r t o e s t o h e r o r g a sm s o that she c o u ld
     

    may be , s o m e h o w, magical l y tip h im o v e r the ed g e .
    Bu t he p u ll e d b ack f r o m h er , re m o ving his hand and pl a nting b o th o f his palms flat to h e r th i ghs. He h e ld h e r wi d e o n the c o u nt er , dr inking in the s o ft wash o f j u ic e s f r o m h e r p u ssy, licki n g h e r clit that n o w f e lt u n be li e v a b ly f r agile in that m o m e nt u ntil h e r wh o le b o d y acc e pt e d the stim u l u s a nd r ais e d u p t o m ee t him. S he w e nt f r o m t o o s e nsitive t o the v er ge o f an o th e r re l e ase in a f e w w e t dr ags o f his t o ng ue . “F u ck m e , pl e as e ,” she sai d , n o t a b o ve be gging. “We can g o u p and g e t o n e . I can wait. O r I’ ll f o l l o w y o u .”
    Sh e’ d appa re ntly b a r gain to h a ve him h a r d and insi d e h er .
    G a rre t t la u gh e d s o ftly, the s o u nd and s e nsati o n t r av e ling th r o u gh h e r p e lvis. H e r p u ssy cl e nch e d a r o u nd n o t hing and she want e d to c r y bu t it f e lt t o o g oo d .
    Wa r m a u t u mn s u nl i ght st re am e d in t o the kitch e n th r o u gh the o paq u e white c ur tains. A t l e ast n o o ne c o u ld s e e h e r pinn e d h e r o n the c o u nt er , man- be ast be tw e e n h e r l e gs. She la u gh e d at h e r o w n name f o r h im and he sti l l ed . “What ’ s so f u nny, g i r l?”
    E v er ything was m o r e vi br ant at that m o m e nt, the c o r nfl o w e r b l u e walls, the r ich sm e ll o f c o ff ee , the m u sky s m e ll o f th e ir s e x, the s o u nd o f a lawn m o w e r s o m e wh er e o n the b l o ck. H is b ig b l u e e y e s pinn e d h er , d a r ing h e r to li e . She c o u l d n ’ t. H e r h e a r t was t o o b ig, h e r ch e st t o o s mall, the air t o o thin. She had n e v e r f e lt be tt er . “ N o thing, I j u st call e d y o u man- be ast in my h e a d .”
    She h e ld h e r bre ath waiti n g f o r him to g e t ang r y bu t he g r inn e d a l u pine g r in and tsk e d at h er . “Hmm. H o w to p u nish a b ad g i r l. O h I k n o w.” He be nt a nd lapp e d at h e r u ntil she sq u i r m ed . T he br i e f re p r i e ve to h e r clit o nly mak i ng th i s pl e as ur e and p re ss ur e that m u ch m o r e i nt e ns e . G a rre tt lick e d h e r u ntil h e r fi n g er s c ur l e d