And then she sits down on my face.
I don’t know why I expect Mina to hover, to stay high up on her knees, but it’s only a small shock when she doesn’t do that. It only startles me for a few seconds when I feel her full weight land on the lower half of my face. I only panic about breathing for a beat or two before I tilt my head up and find a pocket of air in front of my nose. This also places my mouth in the perfect position at the top of Mina’s pussy.
Darting my tongue out, I search for her clit, and feel the soft but firm nub throb under my touch as I press up against it. I flatten my tongue and lap at it again and again and again until Mina begins to rock her hips down against my face. Her movement risks me losing that small space of air just above her cunt, but I daren’t tell her to stop. Instead, I open my eyes and watch her body move while I keep my tongue flat, stroking it against her.
Her hands are on her breasts, playing with her nipples through the lace of her bra and even though my mouth is already plenty busy enough, I long to have those brown buds in my mouth too. I don’t think I even touched her breasts last week and I am burning up with impatience at possibly having the opportunity now.
“Fuck, Charlie, yes,” Mina says when I lengthen the strokes of my tongue, diving lower and caressing her entrance before sweeping the tip back up to her clit and circling it. She was wet when I started, but now she’s literally dripping onto my chin and I couldn’t be happier about it. Using my hands to pin her hips in position, I let them rock with her as her body continues to grind down on top of me.
That’s when time starts to slow down, or maybe it speeds up. All this is to say, I have no real concept of seconds, minutes or hours. I am lost to the act of giving Mina pleasure. I am lost to the tangy and sweet taste of her on my tongue. I am lost to hearing each and every muffled moan and breathless sigh as her hips ride my face faster and faster and faster until I know she’s going to come.
I open my eyes to watch her orgasm rattle through her body, making her jolt and shudder above me. Her eyes are squeezed shut and the curl of her lips could be an expression of pain just as much as it could be made from pleasure, and it’s devastatingly honest and beautiful.
My gaze stays fixed on Mina as her movements slow and her breathing evens out. That’s why, when she opens her eyes and looks down, we make instant eye contact. When she smiles at me, I feel a rush of fizzy, warm feelings explode in my chest, the kind of relaxed sensations I experience immediately after my own orgasm, but I am still hard, throbbing and leaking all over my lower stomach.
Mina shifts back and brings a hand down to wipe around my mouth, cheeks and chin. She then brings those fingers to her mouth and I stare at her as she sucks each digit clean.
“Please can I fuck you now?” I ask. I know I’m not supposed to ask questions but I can’t help it, the question is so urgent and important it feels like it has a life of its own.
Still with a finger in her mouth, Mina’s eyes narrow on me and I know I’m in trouble. Big, brilliant trouble.
“Did I say you could ask questions? Make requests?”
“No, but I’m so turned on, Mina. Doing that made me so hard and—”
“Talking too much!” she snaps as she climbs off me and quickly rearranges her underwear.
I sit up and watch her stretch to open the bottom drawer of the unit beside her bed, presumably, or rather, hopefully, for condoms. Lazily, I stroke my cock as I openly admire the roundness of her backside.
“I did say please,” I point out, knowing full well I’m pushing my luck, but not fearing the repercussions as much as wanting them to rain down on me.
“You are not fucking me,” she says, turning back towards me. I see then that she’s got something in her hand.
A harness.
“I’m fucking you,” she adds.
My whole body tenses, but I’m not freezing out of fear or concern. I’m instantly keen and readying myself for it. For her. For what she wants to do to me. I pump my hand a little harder, a little faster.
“Unless you don’t want me to,” she says, surprisingly gently. “Or you don’t think you’re ready.”
“No, I want that. I really want that.” My wobbling voice only confirms what it says but I clear my throat to respond to the second thing she said, because her meaning is clear. “And I’m ready. I…” I feel suddenly shy thinking about how thoroughly I cleaned myself and indulged in a little hole play myself when I got ready for the party earlier. “I’m ready.”
Flashing me the briefest but happiest smile, Mina moves off the bed and steps into the harness. She spends a little time adjusting the straps and then she bends down and rummages under the bed.
“Here we go,” she says and she pulls out an unopened plastic package containing a brand new purple dildo. Abigpurple dildo.
“It’s not the biggest, but it’s the only new one I’ve got. And it should do the job,” Mina says, showing it to me.
I gulp. “It’s plenty big enough.”
“So how do you want this, Charlie?” she asks as she unwraps the dildo and then sets about securing it in the harness. I watch, fascinated by something I’ve never seen before and while it’s undeniably strange and intriguing, I also can’t deny how erotic it is. The way Mina grips the length, the way she looks down as she slides the silicone cock into place and the way she presses the poppers closed to keep it in place, it is so peculiar and so promising and so purposefully Mina.
I take my hand off my dick when I feel how close I am to coming just from watching her.
“I want you to fuck me however you want, Mina,” I tell her. “I want you to tell me what to do.”
And it’s the absolute truth. I’m not sure I could even think of a better answer. I almost need her help to show me what to do next, my mind is that fuzzy with lust.
