Untitled by Unknown Author

Don't stop."
          "I'm still touching you."
          "But your..." Again my nerves failed me. Damn them. "It's not enough."
          "I know what you want," he said.
          "Then why don't you—?"
          "Because I like it when you can't think straight. I like it that you're frustrated. I like it that your pussy's soaking wet around my fingers and I know you want my mouth on you because when I finally do give you what you want, I bet you'll explode." The tips of his fingers dragged slowly along the most sensitive spot inside me and I jerked up to meet them, sighing with a desire for more. His closely trimmed goatee and the stubble along his jaw and upper lip tickled as he dipped his head again, not making full contact, just letting me know he was there, knew the effect he had on me.
          And then the briefest of touches. His tongue made contact with my clit, just one flicker and then nothing. The low sound of laughter as my hips strained to meet him and then thank God, he did it again, and again, each time more forceful than the last, all the time his fingertips circling inside me in the exact same rhythm as his tongue on my clit.
          There was something just out of sight, just out of reach and I ached for it, arching my back, forcing myself up, scared it would always be just beyond me but every time his tongue ran from my pussy up to my clit and circled, I got nearer and nearer and my gasps became moans became cries.
          "You are fucking delicious," he said against me, lifting his head just enough to make his words clearer, then tasting me again. "Jesus. I could taste your pussy all night; it's fucking perfect."
          All I knew was that I wanted him; I wanted him to make me come, and I grabbed his head, pulled him by the hair. He didn't push his fingers deeper inside until I moved in a certain way and he followed me, let me lead the rhythm as his tongue circled on my clit, faster and faster the closer I got to release.
          "Jesus..." I gasped out one single word as the pulsing began deep inside me and his strokes became more insistent, the flicks of his tongue more rapid. "Oh God... oh God... fuck!"
          I rarely screamed words like that, so helplessly as I came, but I did then as something exploded inside me, so rapidly and forcefully I threw my head back, blind from the intensity of one of the most powerful orgasms I'd ever experienced.
          He lifted his head but kept his fingers teasing me inside, moving with each pulse, one wave coming quickly after another. I grabbed his arm and gripped it so tightly I could have left a bruise on his skin but didn't care. I wanted him, some part of him still on or in me, until the last wave of pleasure faded, so he could ride it too.
          "I knew you'd come hard," he whispered, restrained and gentle. And just as the last ripple of climax uncoiled and faded to nothing inside me and he slipped his fingers out. "The next time will be even better."

    Nine

          From the angle at which I lay, I had the perfect view of the V of his shirt and the teaser of chest it revealed. Leo stroked my hair, stopping every so often to draw me closer for a kiss. No tongues. There was something strangely erotic about simple kisses on the lips from a man who'd just made me come with that mouth. From intensity to delicacy. So forceful and yet so gentle.
          "I loved it when you grabbed my hair; I knew I was doing something right."
          "You haven't—"
          "Ssh, just listen. Don't try to be the ball-breaker with me. You won't win. I'm just saying, there's nothing sexier for a man than a woman who comes so hard her whole body shakes and he was the one who made it happen."
          He was confident enough to use filthy language in a way that emphasized his confidence, rather than making him seem like he was trying to be dirty, playing at grownups. His first words were probably