Swallowing hard, I lick my lips, my mouth practically watering in anticipation as I lean in and clamp down over her clit. The piercing is a caress against my tongue as she arches into me. If she was going to argue with my statement, it gets lost behind the explicit language passing her lips as I hook twofingers inside her and move them in a come-hither motion, hitting her G-spot.
I glance up, seeing her eyes closed and lips parted as she writhes against me.
Sweet. Fucking. Perfection.
I love how she tastes. It’s like coming home, the way she feels right for me. I want to sink inside her, bury myself to the hilt, and never fucking leave. I want to mark her skin, paint her pussy walls with my cum, have it dripping out of her pretty cunt and her arse, because if I have my way, I plan to take her every way possible.
Groaning, I reach into my boxer briefs with my free hand, unable to deny myself any longer. Pre-cum skims across my palm as I wrap my fist around my shaft and squeeze—hard.
She flutters around my fingers, her orgasm on the precipice. Her thighs tighten around my head, and fuck me, the thought of being suffocated for her pleasure is one I can very much get behind.
“To-bias, fuck! Fuck, I’m so close,” she says, her juices running freely down my chin and hand. She’s so fucking wet.
But fuck, I need to have her ride my face when she comes this time.
I pull away, and she smacks the cushion beside her in outrage. I can’t help but chuckle.
“My needy little nymph. Don’t worry, you’ll come, but you’ll do it riding my face. Now, up.”
She pushes onto her elbows, face flushed, hair in disarray and yet she’s never looked so captivating.
“Now! Hurry up,” I say, reaching out for her hand. She places hers in mine and I pull her up. I strip out of my joggers and boxer briefs, and we quickly switch positions, my erection pointing up towards my abdomen as I lay down.
“My eyes are up here,” I say as she stares down at my cock, lips parted. She clears her throat, and her gaze moves back to mine. “I’ll let you look all you want later, but right now I need you up here,” I say, reaching for her hips.
It takes her a moment to gain her bearings as she moves up my body and straddles my face.
“I’ll need you to sit, not perch. You’re a woman, not a bird. Now, Rainbow, ride my face until you come.”
Chapter 8
Rainbow
“Has anyone ever told you how bossy you are?” I grumble, feeling flushed and honestly annoyed that he denied my orgasm that was right there.
I feel his shrug as his hands move to my hips. “Maybe, but I promise you won’t be mad at me for long. Unless it’s delayed gratification you want, then I can make that happen.”
“Oh, no, no,” I say, shaking my head as I position myself.
I feel the warmth of his chuckle on my inner thighs, and it makes me shiver with anticipation. He tugs on my hips, moving me where he wants, but before my pussy can make contact with his mouth, he lifts me enough for his tongue to circle my arsehole once.
A gasp that turns into a moan escapes my lips before I ask, “What are you doing?”
I’m not usually into anal play. Well, the only two examples I have of the experience are not ones I want to recount, but this feels different. Almost good.
“Exploring,” he says, and then his tongue slides back to my clit, and I sink down as he hooks two thick fingers inside me.
It’s only when he pulls them free and moves one to my back entrance that I tense up.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, his heated breath brushing against my most vulnerable parts.
Do I?
“No, I don’t,” I reply quietly, my voice strained, but I know he hears me when he teases my back passage again.
“It’s okay, Bow, relax. Give me your cunt, it will help. Now, sit.”
He rocks me forward, his tongue flicking up the length of me, and I do as he says. Well, I try to at least, as he slowly pushes a finger into my back passage.
