I hit snooze on the alarm bells for now and revel in the feel of him laying kisses up and down my neck, my goosebumps spreading like a ripple in a pond.
His hands dive into my underwear, squeezing my ass cheeks and drawing me closer to rub against his very hard dick. My own hands slip under his shirt to feel his skin, moving from the front to the back, feeling his muscles bunch as I go, and a tremor that passes through him.
“I love your hands on me,” he mumbles, releasing his hold on me so that he can reach over and grip his shirt with one hand and whip it over his head, tossing it to the side. There's enough moonlight shining in that I can make out the hungry expression on his face and the delectable outline of his muscular chest that has the temperature in my body rising a few degrees. Leaning in, he takes my lower lip between his teeth while I feel the movement of him undoing the button of his jeans and lowering the zipper. “Touch them,” he whispers against my mouth.
There's no need for an explanation. I know exactly what he wants. Gripping the sides of his jeans, I push them down to his thighs and then slip my hand into his boxer briefs. Once I've found the little studs of his jewelry, I give them a gentle tug.
A shaky breath passes his lips as he drops his forehead to my shoulder, causing my panties to be wet within seconds. “Harder.”
The accompanying groan as I increase the strength of my hold has me just about ready to sink to my knees. In fact, that's exactly what I do. I haven't given him a blow-job yet. At first, I was waiting for that clean bill of health from him, which I did get, but since then, he's been more than happy and willing to have his mouth on me instead, and then by the time he's had his fill, he just wants to be inside me.
Not this time.
On my knees, I look up at him as I move my hand to the base of his dick. Even in the pale moonlight, I can see his eyes darkening with pure desire. His legs almost shake with anticipation. A hiss passes his lips as I suck the tip in and swirl my tongue around, and then when I flick it over the slit, his hips jerk forward.
Reaching down, he gathers my hair to the side, holding it there with one hand while the other strokes my cheek almost reverently.
“You are so fucking beautiful. Especially with my cock in your mouth.”
I do some shallow bobbing at first, stopping when my bottom lip reaches the top piercing, then I go all the way down. Well, as far as I can go without choking to death. And I make sure that my tongue strokes over his piercings every time I make a pass.
My hand works in tandem with my mouth, and I hollow out my cheeks, sucking him hard. The incoherent words tumbling out of his mouth spur me on – both praises and curses coming out in the same breath.
I know he's been trying to hold back, but after another few deep sucks, his hips start pumping out of instinct. I let him have his way with my mouth, my eyes watering more with each hit to the back of my throat. My underwear gets wetter with each groan rumbling from his throat.
This is turning me on more than I would have expected.
After a short while, I grab hold of his thighs, halting his movements and taking back control. His wild eyes stare down at me, waiting to see what I'll do next. Since I know he loves the tugging sensation, I turn my head sideways, making sure the barbells are between my lips, and then I try and tug on them, all while stroking my tongue over the area.
“Oh, fuck,” he rasps, gripping my hair even tighter. He definitely likes it. I do it again and again until his grip on my hair is almost painful. Then suddenly, he releases it. “Stand up, Jaz. I need to fuck you.”
After helping me to my feet, his mouth comes crashing down on mine in a frenzied kiss. All the while, he moves us backward. When my legs hit the couch, he pulls away from my lips and guides us to the back of the couch.
“Bend over. Let me see your sweet ass.”
With a hand on my back, he presses me forward and drops to his knees. My panties are swiftly removed, leaving me in only my loose hanging robe. A breeze hits my cheeks when he lifts the bottom of it, baring me to him.
His hands knead at the flesh right before the sting of his teeth biting into it travels the length of my body. The gasp I let out sits somewhere between pleasure and pain, with the same mixed signals being sent to both my brain and my pussy. It hurt, but damn, I liked it, and it had even more moisture gathering at my core.
Soothing the area with his tongue and soft kisses, he rises to his feet once more, curling his body over mine to speak in my ear. “One day, I want to take your ass.” He accentuates the word by thrusting his dick along the crack of it.
A puff of air leaves my mouth, and I close my eyes, feeling his warm breath coasting along my cheek. I've never done anal before, and never really cared to, but he awakens me sexually, and I find myself wanting to try different things with him.
Lifting off my back, I feel him shuffling around before hearing the familiar sound of a condom wrapper, which he probably pulled from the pocket of his jeans, still sitting around his thighs.
After rolling it on, he uses the tip of his dick to probe, spreading my juices around and teasing the area he just mentioned. Then, he redirects it to the entrance of my pussy and pushes in with one smooth thrust.
I can hear the shuddering breaths coming from behind me that only add fuel to the flame spreading inside me. I love that I can do this to him, make him desperate and needy for me.
Settling into a steady rhythm, he uses one hand to wrap my hair in a hold that keeps my head in an upright position while he pounds into me. This is what he said he would do to me once. If I looked over my shoulder, I bet I'd find him watching himself disappearing inside me, over and over.
A primal groan fills the room that has my nipples puckering. “I can't get enough of you, Jaz. You fit me so fucking perfectly. You should see how good you take me all in.”
Yep, he's watching.
I'm not sure if it's the positioning, or maybe just my imagination, but it's almost like I can feel his piercings rubbing me from the inside, sending me on a fast track toward my orgasm.
“Cam,” I gasp out as another thrust pushes me closer.
