Free The Last of the Monsters by Lila Dubois Page B

long?”
    “A year.”
    “You haven’t been with anyone since I came to LA?”
    “I was waiting for you.”
    Henry’s finger withdrew and his tongue was back on her clit. Soon Akta was moving restlessly against the bed. She could come like this, the orgasm was there, just waiting to sweep her away, but she didn’t want that. She wanted to come with Henry’s cock buried in her, his body hard and hot against her skin.
    “I want you in me,” she gasped.
    Henry paused, then slid his finger into her while his tongue still worked her clit.
    “More,” she gasped, unable to think past the need that was thick and hot in her belly.
    A second finger entered her as he licked and kissed her clit. He matched the rhythm of his thrusting fingers with that of his tongue. A few heartbeats later, she came, the pleasure in her belly coiling into a hard knot of sensation. She grabbed his hair, grinding his face down against her sex as she came.
    When it was over, she unclenched her fingers, combing them through Henry’s hair as she gasped for breath. His fingers were still in her, and his gaze was intent on her face as he slowly withdrew them then pressed them back in. Akta moaned.
    “You came.”
    It wasn’t a question, but she answered. “Yes.”
    “I want to be inside you.”
    “I want that too.”
    “How long do we have to wait?”
    “Wait?” Akta propped herself up. “We don’t. Girls are a little different. We can go right on to the next time. Are you ready?”
    In answer, he stood up, showing her his cock, which was once more rigid. Akta scrambled back, making room on the bed. Henry reached for her, but Akta motioned him away.
    “Lie down.”
    Henry paused, as if trying to figure out what she meant, then lay down on his back. Akta swung her leg over him, straddling his thighs.
    “Akta, wait.” Henry looked worried, even as he pulled at strands of her hair so it lay over her shoulders, framing her breasts.
    “Are you okay?”
    “Yes, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “Hurt me?”
    “You were tight, even with just my fingers you were tight.” He sat up and pulled her in for a long, deep kiss. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered against her lips.
    Tears made the back of Akta’s throat tight. “You won’t, I promise. We’ll go slow.”
    Raising her hips, she positioned herself above Henry’s cock. His hands lay tentatively on her thighs, so Akta put one on her breasts while the other she drew around until he held her ass. Connected, gazes locked, she sank down onto him.
    She was tight, and he was big, but inch by inch he filled her. Akta knew a moment of pure pleasure when he was seated fully within her. This was what she’d wanted, what she’d craved for so long—this man inside her, filling her. It was even better than her fantasies.
    “Akta.” Henry said it almost reverently. “Akta, I’m so sorry.”
    “Sorry for what?”
    “For being a fool. We should have done this a long time ago.”
    Akta let out a little breath of laughter. She agreed, but now wasn’t the time to tell him that. Now was the time to see how much more pleasure they could find.
    Bracing her hands on his chest, she started to move. Rocking back and forth, she began simply, then, when that wasn’t enough, she rose up off him, sinking down on him again, needing that moment of penetration.
    The hushed quiet was broken by gasps and moans of pleasure, the creak of the bed as Akta’s movements grew more aggressive and erratic as she became more aroused.
    “Akta, I need…” Henry’s words trailed off, but she knew what he needed.
    Lifting herself off of him, Akta lay back and spread her legs. Henry knelt between them and guided his cock to the entrance to her body. He was tentative at first as he braced himself on either side of her. His hips flexed as he struggled to find the right angle. Akta lifted her legs, linking her ankles high on his back. He sank in another inch and they both groaned in pleasure.
    “Is this