“Chris, please…”
“How you’ll tense up, how your whole body will shake, how you’ll say my name. How you’ll beg me to do it again. You can’t stop thinking about it, can you?”
“No.”
“You just need a little more, baby, don’t you?”
I nod.
“A little faster, a little harder?” He knows damn well this is what I need, but he likes keeping me on this edge.
“Chris, you have to fuck me.” I’m panting now. “You have to fuck me.”
“You think you’re wet enough for me now?”
I laugh a little. “Check.”
He takes away his hands so that he can move out from under me. I lean back, holding myself up on my arms so that I can watch him again. I want his clothes off. I want his body against mine. I want to feel him, and hear him, and taste him.
But he kneels next to me and spreads my legs open. Now his fingers disappear inside me again. “You’re almost where I want you.”
I drop onto my back and put my hands in my hair. God, he’s driving me fucking crazy. His fingers are still inside me and he leans in over his hand, holding his mouth just above me, letting his breath blow over me and making me shudder.
“Chris… Yeah… God, Chris… Please.”
He licks my clit. Once. “You do have the best pussy,” he tells me again. I can’t hear that enough. And then he waits a moment. I squeeze around his fingers, reminding him what I can do to his cock. He leans in closer and puts his lips around me, sucking me gently. I put a hand on the back of his head. I feel his tongue start to press against me, and I pull him in tighter. He starts to move his fingers just a little faster… In and out, back and forth. When he rubs his teeth against my clit, I groan loudly.
That’s it. I’m getting him naked now, even if it means he has to stop touching me for a minute. I reach over and grab at his shirt and get him to lift up. I stay on the bed, my legs spread, and watch hungrily as he yanks his shirt over his head and undoes his pants.
He may love my pussy, but I love his cock just as much. “I promise you, I’m dripping wet now,” I tell him.
He crawls between my legs and shoves his hands under my ass. “Not that I don’t trust you, but…” He pushes his tongue inside, tasting me, smelling me, breathing me in.
I push my feet hard into the bed. “Jesus Christ…”
Then he raises up his body, moving his chest against mine, and kisses me. I can taste myself on his tongue, and I feel his cock brush over me. “Wet enough for you?” I ask.
He pushes up onto his arms and smiles. “You’re drenched.”
“So you have to fuck me now.” I sound pathetic. I know that. But I can’t help the whimpering tone in my voice.
“Yes,” he says. “I’m gonna fuck you now.”
He lifts off me and kneels, sitting back on his knees, watching me as he presses his cock up against my pussy. The seconds it takes him to put on a condom feel like hours. But then he rubs his cock over me and slowly starts to ease in. He pulls back just a bit and then moves in a little more.
“Chris… Chris…” Looking up at him while he kneels between my legs is unbelievable.
Chris looks at me and winks as he licks his fingers and presses them to my clit. It’s a hot fucking move, and he knows it. I smile at him. He fucks me a little bit faster. Not hard, not deep, but faster. I need that friction, that speed. He’s got me figured out, and he knows how to make me come.
I’m starting to tense up.… I’m getting close.… God, I’m so close.…
I can’t stop saying his name.
I love how he looks when I’m like this. How it makes him so fucking hot to get me off. It’s exactly how I feel before he comes.
He is so hard, and his breathing is picking up. “I want you to come, Blythe. I want you to come. Baby, tell me when you’re ready.” His voice is husky, and raw, and full of need.
He keeps fucking me like this and rubbing his hand against me until my breathing gets labored and I push his hands away. Because as much as I enjoy this touch, right now I don’t need it. I just need that perfect cock of his. “I’m almost there.…” Talking is nearly impossible.
