Page 33 of Nailing Studs

And maybe he was.

He began to move his fingers slowly. I mashed my lips together and lost myself to the rhythm. Slowly, torturing me, he moved his fingers, his caresses considerate and sweet, in no rush at all. I tried to remember the last time someone had touched me like this and came up completely blank. My other boyfriends had always gone at me like they were hurrying to get me there already and wanted nothing more than for me to just be ready for them to fuck.

But Taylor touched me as though he’d be happy doing nothing but that all night long. I loved the way he moved his hand against me, his fingers tracing slow, soft circles over my clit, before he slid them a little lower down and dipped the tip of one inside of me. My mouth dropped open as he slipped his finger all the way in, his thumb twisting around to caress me as he did so.

“Oh, god,” I breathed, and he leaned down to kiss me again.

I couldn’t tell what was turning me on more—his deep kisses or his touch—or the combination of both. It was a recipe for my undoing. The sensations, from his hand between my legs and his mouth on mine, were flooding my body with feeling I didn’t know what to do with.

I lifted my hips to rock back and forth against him, building up a pace against his hand and letting him push that finger deep inside me. No matter how good it felt, all it was doing was making me needier for more and more Taylor. I pressed my lips boldly against his neck and grinned to myself when I heard his sharp intake of breath.

So it wasn’t just me feeling this deep need.

“Jesus,” Taylor growled, his voice low and lush. We kissed again and stayed like that for a long while, him teasing me with the promise of his fingers inside of me, until I felt my toes curl and my muscles tense. I realized I was getting close.

“Oh…” I groaned, tipping my head back.

He gripped my hair in his hand and bared his teeth against my neck and I came, hard, my body wracked with pleasure as I convulsed beneath him. I wasn’t sure if I even made any noise—my brain was too filled up with the shock of how good it felt—but when my ears tuned back in and my mind returned to normal, I could hear his breath coming quick and heavy, faster than before.

“I need to be inside you,” he murmured against my ear, letting his teeth drag briefly over my earlobe. His words drew another moan of pleasure out of me, and I knew I was helpless to stop this. Not that I wanted to. Briefly, I remembered that fantasy I’d had when I’d first seen their images on their web site—both of them in this bed, touching me and caressing me and fucking me, and I felt another surge of arousal build.

“Fuck me,” I begged him, and he didn’t need telling twice. He dipped into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a condom. I couldn’t help but giggle—had it really been that obvious where this night was going when he was getting ready? It didn’t have to be obvious, I chastised myself. Just enough that he was ready.

“Stand up,” he ordered firmly.

I quickly did as I was told, and his hands reached down, tugged up at my dress and lifted it over my head. Unbidden, Grant’s words about my body suddenly surfaced, and I ducked under the covers.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he chuckled, taking off his shirt. Finally, I saw his bare chest, exactly as I’d pictured it. So smooth and rippling with toned muscle. When he stood and dropped his jeans, I could’ve had my second orgasm right then, but I watched with fascination as he climbed between the covers with me.

I was about to say that one of us wasn’t completely naked when he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me again. “Listen. Don’t ever hide from me. You’re fucking gorgeous, Kayla.”

And then he let out a groan as he ran his hand over my bare hip and up my waist, coming to a stop on my breast. Squeezing, he pushed it into his mouth and sucked so hard, I cried out loud.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I gasped.

His sucking turned to licking and biting my nipple softly, reining in his deepest urges.

I pulled at his boxers. “I think these need to go.” I remarked, biting my lip.

“Point taken,” he murmured, kneeling on the bed to slide down his boxers.

It was dark in the room, but from his silhouette, I could tell that Taylor Riggs was an endowed man. He quickly tore open the condom and sheathed himself, then rolled on top of me and kissed me once more. I couldn’t get enough of the taste of him, of how good he felt on top of me, and I parted my legs eagerly and drew him in toward my body.

His cock pressed up against the entrance to my pussy, and I knew then it was going to be the biggest challenge I’d ever had. Thank god I was so incredibly wet. Slowly, he eased himself inside.

I groaned. He felt better than I ever could have expected. The feeling was…it was something more than simply the physical pleasure of it, something that ran darker and deeper than that. He wasn’t just fucking me—he was fulfilling me, owning me. He moved his mouth over mine softly as he pushed himself up to the hilt in my pussy, and I squeezed my eyes shut and focused on committing this moment to memory.

He began to move, slowly at first, as though letting me get used to the full sensation of him inside of me, but I wrapped my legs around him and drew him in deeper. I wanted him to go further. I wanted to let him know that he didn’t need to treat me with kid gloves. I may have taken a while to warm up, but now I was ready. Now, I was his match.

He read my intentions easily and at once, and soon enough we had built up a pace, him moving hard into me as I pushed my hips back up to meet him every time. Neither of us said a word—neither of us had to. Everything we needed to say was spoken with our bodies, in the way we seemed to fit together like a pair of jigsaw puzzle pieces.

I focused on the sound of our breathing, mingling together in the quietness and the darkness of the air around us, and allowed my mind to turn to mush as I gave over to the pleasure that being with Taylor was giving me. He moved his hands all over my body as he fucked me, as though taking me all in, as though this is what he’d been thinking about the whole time he’d been working on the house.

For a moment, I imagined if Dominic were here, how this would be with both of them fucking me, one cock in my pussy and one in my mouth, and I nearly came to the brink again.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Taylor moaned in my ear, bringing me back to this moment and this man. I flushed at the realization that thinking about Dominic had been getting me hotter than ever. I was close again, the motion of Taylor’s cock in my pussy enough to get my toes curling and my body hungry and horny and fucking desperate to come.

“Fuck,” he moaned again.