It's as if his tongue is a heat-seeking missile the way it zones in on my clit. His fingers dig into my thighs like he's trying not toget off on this too. I really don't want him to, but he did say yes to dirty talk.
"You're going to make me come," I say. "I'm so close."
He releases a thigh, sliding a finger into my pussy.
I inhale sharply, and he sucks at my clit again, caressing it with his tongue.
"You're going to taste me on your tongue for days," I say. My entire body is tense, and I try to pull off him. I don't actually want to come on his face, but the hand holding my thigh slides to my ass, and he digs his fingers into the soft flesh, forcing me to stay in place. He adds a finger, driving them in and out of me, matching the speed with his tongue.
I… If…
If he does that flicking, sucking thing again, I'm not sure my knees will continue to hold me up.
"I, fuck, Mateo." I don't mean to say his name. Names always feel too intimate, but it rolled off my lips, and I can't take it back now.
He buries his face against me, his beard rubbing against my thighs, as he somehow sucks at my clit while also rubbing it with the most delicious pressure.
I can't get the words out to warn him. I'm too busy holding my breath as my entire body tenses, and I struggle to hold myself up. He's doing it, he's fucking doing it, and I'm…
"Oh my god," I say, as my orgasm ascends, and then a second later crashes in a wave. All over his fucking face.
I swallow, and shift my hips, trying to climb off him.
But he removes his fingers and flattens his tongue against me with a moan.
Fuck.
Men really do get better with age.
He finally releases me, and I climb down his body until I'm straddling his thighs, his dick hard as stone.
"You really are a squirter," he says, dragging a hand down his face, and then gripping his cock. He strokes it. Once. Twice. Three times with my juices.
I squeeze my eyes shut, and when I open them the shit-eating grin he wears almost makes me climb back up to his face. But he strokes his cock again, this time with a purpose and I'm so fucking soaked and beyond ready to feel him inside me.
"Condom?" I ask.
"Drawer," he says with a nod of his head.
"Presumptuous."
"Bought them after you said yes, so no, not presumptuous. Smart."
The box in the drawer is unopened, so I tear into it, and rip one off the strip, tossing it onto his stomach. He opens the foil wrapper while I throw the box haphazardly back into the drawer.
Condom in place, I guide him into me.
"Fuck, you're big," I say, adjusting myself to a comfortable position.
"Good thing you're ready for me then, huh?" He grips my waist guiding my rhythm as I ride him. Under normal circumstances, I'm not one to relinquish control, but considering he almost just died from drowning, I let him have it.
I lean forward, dropping my mouth to his and roll my hips.
His tongue sweeps mine, forcing me to taste myself. This friends with benefits thing it's going to be fun. I have a feeling we'll both be trying new things. Sex has always been a means to an end for me, figuring out the fastest way to the finish line. But with him, I want to drag it out. Explore. Challenge myself and him.
The thought spurs me on, and I tug at his lip as I pull back.
"Grab my tits," I say, pushing his hands off my hips. My nipples are so tender, and one brush of his palm causes shivers down my spine. He squeezes, and I moan. "Oh yes, like that."
