Free Beg for It by Megan Hart

she already left. She nuzzles him, her hair brushing his balls. She can feel the heat of him on her cheek. Eyes closed, she presses harder, teeth nipping. Her hands slip beneath his butt cheeks, her thumbs pressing the twin trigger points in the hollows framing his asshole.
    The first time she’d ventured into touching him there, Reese had jerked himself away from her touch, closing himself off so fast she’d barely had time to taste him. He’d laughed nervously, twisting to roll her beneath him. Putting her in the “right” place, she’d thought at the time, and had let him do it, because they’d been brand new and still learning each other. Even now months later, he hasn’t fully embraced how much he loves it.
    Now, waiting for him to go still again, Corinne simply breathes on him. She lets the hot tickle of air tease him. His thigh muscles have gone rock hard, and so has his cock. Neither of them moves for an eternity, until at last she lets just the tiny, pointed tip of her tongue flick him.
    She doesn’t laugh when he cries out, though his reaction fills her with an overwhelming delight. She doesn’t moan, either, though she wants to. Instead, she gives herself up to loving him with her mouth again. Soft kisses, tender swipes of her tongue. No teeth this time, though her nails dig lightly into the meat of his butt. She doesn’t scold him when his hips move. Knowing he can’t keep himself from moving pushes her own hips down, grinding her clit against the bed.
    Reese has spent hours worshipping her pussy, and Corinne gives him the same attention and adoration now. She runs her tongue up along the seam of his balls to the base of his shaft, adding the pressure of her fingertip on his asshole without dipping inside. Her hair falls across her face, brushing his skin. She’s on her knees, one hand on his thigh, the other between his legs, so turned on she doesn’t even need to touch her clit to start the delirious, building pressure of orgasm.
    Clear fluid drips from the slit of his cock, stretching from the head in a thin strand to puddle on his belly. Her head spins at the sight of it, that clear and evident proof of his arousal. His helpless reaction to everything she’s doing. It’s a flame set to the gasoline pool of her desire, igniting her.
    “I fucking love it when you leak for me,” she whispers.
    Reese laughs softly and looks up at her. “I can’t help it.”
    “That’s why I love it so much,” Corinne tells him.
    Looking into his eyes, she swipes through the slickness on his skin, then presses those fingers a little deeper inside him. He’s already wet from her tongue, but lubed this way she slips in easier, a little faster even than she’d intended. Reese mutters and grips her wrist.
    “Hush,” she whispers, not moving, giving him time to adjust.
    He’s not holding on to her to keep her from pushing inside, though. He’s urging her to go deeper. Still kneeling between his legs, one hand on his shaft and stroking, Corinne eases her fingers inside his heat. Twisting her wrist, she curls slightly upward, pressing.
    His cock leaps in her grip. His fingers bunch the sheet, tugging it free at the corners. A series of small, desperate moans slip out of him, along with a single word.
    “Please.”
    “Please what, puppy?”
    “Please…fuck me.”
    Who could ever understand this? she thinks. How much she loves when he begs her that way, how tender it makes her feel toward him. How much pleasure she gets from making him feel so good.
    Her fingers curl again, a come-here gesture inside him. She strokes his cock, making sure to palm the head and coat him in slickness. Then she grips him firmly just under the head, jacking him without moving up and down along his length, avoiding the sensitive tip. He’s so stiff she can feel the rush of his heartbeat beneath his shaft’s thin skin.
    “I’m so wet for you right now, it’s dripping down my thighs,” Corinne says.
    Reese moans, hips thrusting