Because she will be takingallof me. My length thickens as I picture it, my hold flexing on her hips.
She bucks away from me until I grab her, slotting my thumbs into the dimples at the base of her spine, holding her still as I tease her with the flat of my tongue. She tastes so fucking good I can’t help but swipe through again, groaning into her sweetcunt. I track every reaction, every movement, and catalogue it for later, because after this, I know I won’t be able to stay away.
She wriggles desperately against my tongue, alternating between pulling away, overwhelmed by the sensations, or pushing herself deeper into my face, searching for that perfect spot. I make my way down to her clit, rolling the tight bud gently. Her thighs start to tremble.
“God!” she shouts.
“I thought my nickname was stud?” I ask without moving away from my task.
“Oh, shut up.” Her attempt at being intimidating and bossy is severely undercut by how breathless she sounds as she moves under me.
“Do you want me to stop?” She whips her head around, glaring daggers at me. I smile darkly at her smeared makeup, her wild hair. I love knowing I did that.
“If you don’t make me come right now, I swear to god, I’ll find someone else”
“Not a chance, sunshine”
I grin as I dive back into her pussy, relishing every noise she makes, watching her rock her hips back to meet the strokes of my tongue. She nearly screams when I push my tongue into her, tasting her, savouring her. Her walls flutter, her orgasm building as I suck and stroke. I push one, long digit into her tight channel, her arousal so thick it slips in easily.
“So damned tight, sweetheart. You’re going to strangle my cock when I fuck you, huh?” Her breath catches, and when I curl my finger, her orgasm crashes over the both of us. She moans, writhing as I stroke her through it.
When she finally comes down, I withdraw my finger and let her turn onto her back, her breasts heaving with every breath. She meets my gaze with hazy, lustful eyes that widen when I bring my finger to my mouth and suck it clean.
“Delicious,” I growl. She’s already flushed with pleasure, and satisfaction rolls through me as her colour deepens. She closes her eyes, throwing an arm over them and basking in the afterglow.
“That was incredible,” she says in a breathy voice.
“Happy to please.”
“Seriously, five-star rating. Well done.”
“Thank you,” I drawl, sprawling out beside her, “You can fill out a survey with customer service afterward and be entered to win a draw,” I joke drily. Her hand flings out and lightly smacks me in the chest. I catch it before she can pull it back and place a lingering kiss to the back of it.
She turns on her side to look at me. Her eyes are shiny and glazed, her smile loopy. Her eyes flick down to my shorts, and I slowly bring her hand down with mine to grasp my still-pulsing erection. It’s been hell to ignore, but it comes into achingly clear focus when she carefully touches me.
I let her stroke me, exploring me curiously through my underwear. She teasingly drags her nail down the length of it and I have to consciously keep myself from grabbing her and fucking her into the mattress. When she slips into my boxers and grips me, I almost lose it. I let my head fall back and my eyes close as she plays with me, swiping her thumb over the tip.
“You don’t have to, sunshine,” I say, knowing full well it might kill me if she stops.
I brush her hair away from her face, watching her rapt attention on my dick. She freezes when she pulls me out of my boxers, really looking at me for the first time.
“That’s… It’s not… No… I don’t think,” she stammers out, instinctively leaning away. A wolfish grin spreads across my face as I drag her into my lap, making her straddle me.
I plunge my hands into her hair and bring her down to me, her pert nose brushing mine.
“Oh, sunshine, it’ll fit, don’t you worry.” The small hitch in her breath almost does me in as I drag her into a scalding kiss, her hands fluttering down to my chest.
She begins to rock over my lap, craving any kind of friction, her slippery channel gliding along me.
“Fuck, look at you, sweetheart. You look so good getting yourself off on my cock. Are you going to come like that? Or do you want to come while I fuck this gorgeous pussy?”
Her whimper is answer enough for me.
“There’s a condom in the nightstand,” I say, my voice coming out husky. Her eyes widen before she scrambles over the bed to grab one. Her enthusiasm is intoxicating. She crawls back over to me, foil packet held timidly, and a sudden shyness creeps over her.
We can’t have that.I think as I grab her leg, swinging it to extend over me again. I take the packet from her and rip it open with my teeth, slowly rolling it down my length as her eyes track it hungrily. I give myself one more stroke before I take her hands and place them on my shoulders, stretching her overtop of me. I position her hips so I’m lined up at her entrance. My cock brushes the seam of her ass, and she rolls herself on it almost subconsciously, her eyelids fluttering.
“Are you sure you want this, Stella?” I caress her face, losing myself in the blue depths of her eyes. Her entire body is flushed, and her hair is mussed. She is every man’s wet dream, but I have to ask. “We can stop now if you want, or keep doing this.” I roll my hips for emphasis, making it clear that if she decides she doesn’t want to go further, I can give her exactly what she needs just like this. She shudders, her mouth falling open on a soft whine.
