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Funny, I’d do the exact same.
That thought is both startling as it is thrilling.
We head up the stairs, Cricket flipping off the light as we go. When we reach her room, I carefully shut and lock the door, that hum of eagerness palpable in the room. “I’m going to go change into my pajamas,” she says, grabbing a small bag and some clothes from her open bag and heading for the Jack and Jill bathroom between her room and her sister’s former room.
When I’m alone, I glance around at the room that’s the least sexy room I’ve ever been in. A bubble of guilt sweeps through me as I glance at the bunk beds used by her nieces. Oh, the things I want to do to her in those pink princess beds. Another wave of shame runs through my blood, as the door to the bathroom opens. Cricket is standing there, wearing my tan button-down from the dinner last night.
That shame is quickly replaced with a desire to explore her body and a hard-on that won’t stop.
“Interesting choice in pajamas,” I tell her, my eyes devouring her from head to toe.
Cricket shrugs. “I didn’t bring enough things for a week, so I thought I’d borrow this,” she says, her hand running along the seam of buttons to where it hits mid-thigh.
“It’s yours,” I say, need rushing through my veins and blood swooshing in my ears.
She takes a step toward me, and then another. “That’s very generous of you,” she whispers, her hands still moving, as if she can’t stop touching the soft material of my shirt. She stands in front of me and reaches for the collar, bringing it to her nose. “It smells like you.”
I reach for my shirt and give it a tug, her body pressing firmly against mine. My hands are anxious to explore, to feel her soft skin and her wet heat. “I can’t wait to smellyouon that shirt,” I say just before my lips descend to hers.
My hands slide down the shirt, bunching it up around her hips and finding her ass bare. I grip that unbelievably perfect ass in my hands, wishing I could feel her body, her warmth against me longer. Longer than a week.
Forever.
I push that thought aside and focus on her pleasure. Helping her lie on the lower twin bed, I take my position between those magical thighs. She’s already wet. I can see it, my mouth watering for a taste. Memories of her dropping to her knees before dinner flood my mind, that craving I felt to devour her pussy still very strong and alive.
“You have to be quiet, Crick,” I tell her. “If you’re loud, I stop.”
When our eyes meet, I see her eagerness and willingness to comply. She’s more than ready for the release I’m promising. Pushing up the tails of my dress shirt, I slowly lower my mouth to the apex of her legs, my eyes locked on hers the entire way. Her scent wraps around me, strangling my senses, as my tongue slides along her wet clit. I adjust myself on the small bed, ignoring the throbbing of my cock that begs for release too. I focus entirely on Cricket.
Hitching her leg up and over my shoulder, I suck on her sensitive flesh and feel her buck against my mouth. She bites her bottom lip, holding back the moan of pleasure I know is hovering near the surface, begging for release. I lick and suck, sliding my tongue into her pussy and savoring the sweet taste of her.
Placing my hands on her thighs, I spread her wide and devour her pussy. Cricket starts to shake, her thighs quivering under my hands, her inner muscles clenching around my tongue. She’s so close, and while I’d love to prolong her release a little longer, the need to experience her orgasm is too great to ignore.
“I want to feel you come on my tongue, Crick. Come for me,” I demand just before sliding my tongue back inside her hot, wet pussy, pushing it as far as it’ll go and swirling it around.
She detonates like a bomb, biting her lip to keep her release from waking her parents and the neighborhood. I feel her pulse and quake in my hands and around my tongue, the sensations of her release washing over me like spring rain under the desert sun.
I run my lips over her thighs, trailing soft open-mouthed kisses over her tender flesh. Crawling up her body, I meet her lips with my own, relishing the taste of her release on our joined lips. Cricket wraps her legs around my waist, and just like that, I wish my jeans would evaporate into thin air. I sit up and hit my head on the bottom of the top bunk. “Shit,” I mumble, trying to keep my voice down.
“You okay?” she asks between giggles, rubbing the spot on my head I just smarted.
“I’ll be better when I get these pants off,” I tell her, wiggling to get up and out of the bed to remove my jeans. The bed squeaks the entire way, the sound like a foghorn in the dead of night.
“This bed is noisy,” she whispers, her grin like a beacon calling me home.
I lose my pants and boxers and grab my wallet for a condom. Thank God we stocked up with a quick stop at a convenience store earlier today. “Come down here,” I whisper as I sit on the floor, reaching for her hand. When she stands up, I take a seat and help her straddle my lap.
Cricket reaches between our bodies and grabs my cock, stroking it a few times and making my eyes cross. Then, she lines it up with her pussy and slowly lowers herself onto it. My head falls back as pleasure shots up my spine and zaps through my veins. She’s seated completely on my lap, my body begging her to move, yet my desire wanting her to stay just like this. To not move. To savor the feel of our bodies so intimately connected.
She doesn’t get the message, though. Cricket rises up on her knees and falls back down, grinding her hips as she takes me all the way to the hilt. “Fuck, Crick,” I groan-whisper, letting the sensations of pure indulgence sweep through me.
“Shhh, Rueben. If you’re loud, I stop,” she says, mimicking my earlier comment.
All I can do is hang on and enjoy the ride. I grip her hips as she controls the tempo, and really, my heart. It pounds in my chest as I watch hers rise and fall from both her breathing and her movements.
My mouth caresses her neck, her ear, her jaw, my hands kneed the globes of her ass. Her movements start to quicken, her body taking me right to the edge of sanity. I pay no attention to our surroundings, only the way our bodies align and our breathing syncs in a steady pant of silent pleas. My fingers dig into her hips as I pump up, racing toward that sweet bliss of release.
Then, I feel her tighten around me, her body gripping mine so hard it makes me almost blackout in pleasure. My spine tingles as I race to join in her in orgasmic paradise. I take her lips with mine, hard and bruising, as I thrust my hips up as she grinds down. I pulse, releasing everything I have into the confines of the condom tucked inside her tight heat.
