My unease about following his instructions fades when he pulls his shirt over his head, exposing inches of his delicious skin. I scoot across his king-size bed as my eyes absorb every hard ridge of his muscles. It won’t matter how many times I see his perfect body, it will never be enough. Wide, broad shoulders bulked with muscles, drool-worthy biceps, a tight, lean waist and legs that go for miles. His body has been the cause of many self-induced orgasms in my life the last eight years.
Unfortunately, his seductive strip tease doesn’t take long, since he only has two articles of clothing to remove.I can’t wait for winter.The muscles in his arms flex when he grasps my wrist and yanks me down the bed. Any laughter preparing to escape my lips halts when his heated eyes burn into mine. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, he hooks his thumbs into my panties and glides them down my quivering thighs, exposing me to his rapacious gaze. He stares unashamedly at my bare mound. My pussy aches, begging to be consumed by him. Excitement scorches my veins when he places his hands on my inner thighs and gently pries open my legs.
“Keep them there,” he demands softly.
I bite my lip and nod, unable to secure an entire breath. My thighs shake when he runs his index finger down my labia.
“Does it hurt here?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No.”
My breathing excites when he spreads my vagina open with his fingers, fully exposing me.
“Here?” he questions, touching a section of my inner labia.
God no!My entire body is thrumming with excitement.
“No,” I shake out huskily.
I snap my eyes shut when he rubs the pad of his thumb over the hood of my clit.
“Here?” he questions again.
I try to force the word “no” out of my mouth, but my brain is too occupied with my rampant horniness to relinquish any words.
Taking my silence as a yes, Hugo mutters, “I better kiss it better then.”
I gulp loudly when his lips press a soft, gentle kiss on my throbbing clit. I swivel my hips, shamelessly begging for more contact. My pleas fall on deaf ears when Hugo lifts his voracious eyes to mine.
“Is it better?” he asks, his voice showing his restraint is faltering.
Embarrassingly, I shake my head. I’ve never been one for deceit, but if a little lie will force him to touch me, I’m willing to bend my rules. Hugo smiles, knowing I’m lying, but thankfully, he lets my little white lie slip. My back arches when the warmth of his mouth encloses over my aching-with-desire clit. I gasp when he tongues my clit with quick fire hits, spiraling both my mind and my coil. My eyes squeeze shut, my body shutters, overwhelmed by how quickly my release is building.
“Fuck, you taste sweet. I’ve never eaten a sweeter pussy.”
His words send a tidal wave of desire gushing through my body. Hugo’s never had any trouble communicating, and I love that even in the bedroom is no exception. I weave my fingers through his hair as my race to climax hits momentum. He continues to lick, suck, and devour every inch of me, slurping up every drop of my excitement with a thirst of a man lost in the Sahara. When the intensity becomes too much for me to bear, I grip his hair and yank him away from me.
“No, Ava,” he says against my clit. “That was dinner. Now give me my dessert.”
My grip on his hair tightens. “I can’t. I’ve never…”climaxed on a man’s face before.
Although I was a virgin, I’ve participated in other sexual activities. My primary goal during those exchanges was to ensure my partner’s every whim was taken care of. I learned early on if they were exhausted and thoroughly satisfied, they never cared that we didn’t have sexual intercourse. All they cared about was getting off. So even though I have experience in this aspect of sexual encounters, I’ve never donethatdirectly on a man’s face.
“Then I’m once again going to be your first, babe, because I’m going to eat your pussy until you come on my face.”
My body shakes, aroused by his determination. His big hand slithers up my stomach and gropes my breasts, twisting my tight buds. With the combination of his tongue lavishing my clit and his talented fingers tweaking my nipples, all concerns vanish and exhilaration takes over. I groan and rock against him, my whole body coiled and ready to release.
“That’s it, babe, give it to me.”
His deep voice vibrating through my core sets me off. My whole body quakes when I splinter into a glass-shattering orgasm. He increases the speed of his lashes, forcing me to ride the wave of intensity of my climax instead of fighting against it. The ride is crazy and wild, an out-of-body experience. I’ve barely recovered from the earth-shattering aftermath when the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open sounds through my ears. I moan when the crown of his cock braces against the entrance of my pussy. Anticipation for being filled to the brim by his large cock heats my blood. My anticipation turns to frustration when a delay stretches between us. Surprised by the holdup, my head lifts off the bed, wondering why he hasn’t plunged his thick cock inside me.
Hugo’s eyes are drifting around the room, seeking something. Noticing my curious glance, he says, “We need to change positions or I’m going to hurt you again.”
Before I have the chance to protest that he didn’t hurt me the first time, he leaps off the bed. I crank my elbows, watching as his naked frame retreats from the room. Taking the opportunity during the pause, I run my hands down my hair, de-fluffing the crazy mess. I can imagine how much of a nightmare I look right now. My hands drop when Hugo ambles back into the room, carrying a dining room chair. My mouth waters when my eyes zoom in on his rock-hard condom-covered cock.
He places the chair in the middle of the room before lifting his eyes to me. The raw, primal look in his eyes spears me in place. With a lift of his chin, he gestures for me to join him. Through shaking legs, I slide across the bed and pace towards him. His eyes run over my body with just as much eagerness as my eyes are absorbing him. When I reach him, he sits down on the chair and offers me his hand. Excitement dashes through me when his thick shafts brushes against my drenched folds when I straddle his lap.
“This way you can guide the pace, only taking as much of my cock as you can handle.”
