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“Tyson, if you don’t take your pants off right now I’m going to—”
He rubs his thumb across my clit, over the thin fabric of my pants, and I buck up toward his hand. “You’ll be patient because it’s worth it.”
I glare at him, but it loses some effect when he continues rubbing and the only sound that can escape my mouth are my throaty moans. This time, he brings me right to the edge and stops. I’m so close, close enough that a single touch would send me over the edge, and from the glint in his eye, he knows it.
“D-don’t stop,” I beg, reaching down to finish myself but he catches my hand, pushing it gently to the side.
He gets on his knees in front of the bed and slides his hands up along my inner thighs, brushing my wet lips as he continues to my waistband. Slowly, painfully slowly, he pulls my pants down. His mouth takes the same path his hands did, kissing up my thighs until he reaches the crease of my hips.
When I feel his tongue drag slowly up between my moist lips to circle my clit, I gasp and grab his head with both hands. But there’s no hurrying him. He tantalizes my wetness in that agonizingly slow fashion, up, around my clit, back down, until I’m panting. In a moment I’m close to coming again, and this time, he doesn’t stop. He slides two fingers inside me and focuses his tongue on my clit, working both spots in a steady rhythm until I can’t help it, I thrust up against his face and cry out his name as the orgasm explodes through my body.
I collapse in exhaustion, lying on my back, Tyson’s head resting on my pelvis.
After I catch my breath, and I can speak again I tug him toward me. “Come here.” He still has his pants on. “Take those off first.”
“Bossy.” He arches an eyebrow but does as I say and steps out of his jeans.
“Those too.” I point at his briefs which are unable to contain his engorged erection, which is peeking out above the waistband.
He obliges, and my mouth goes dry as I take in the sight of his perfectly muscled body with his devilish grin and his bright red stiff erection bursting with desire for me.
“Now lie down.” I scoot to one side and he lies down next to me.
I twist my hair back over my shoulder and lean down to slide my tongue up the length of his shaft. It makes me hot to hear him gasp in surprise, and when I lick it again, his fingers curl on the bedsheets. I circle the head of his cock with my tongue, tasting his saltiness, then wrap my lips lightly around it. I move up and down, slowly, remembering the way he teased me, while my tongue works the underside in small circles. When something I do makes him moan, I do it again, until his hips quake with the effort of holding back his thrusts.
“Jordan, if you don’t stop now,” his voice trails off when I give him a final swirling lick. I don’t want him to come yet.
“I want you inside me.” I’m surprised at the huskiness in my own voice.
“Condoms. Pocket.” He’s flushed, hair tousled.
“Presumptuous, I see.” I throw a devious look into his eyes.
“Does that bother you?”
I scramble off the bed and reach into his jeans pocket. When I find what I’m looking for, I toss it to him. “I’ll let it slide. This time,” I reply, looking at him slyly from the corner of my eye. I hop onto the bed next to him, enjoying the bounce of the springs.
“Why don’t you do it?” He reaches his hand out, offering the condom to me, and then lies down onto his back, resting his head on his hands.
“Who’s bossy now?” I take the condom and fumble with it, trying to tear it open, being careful not to rip the condom. I remove it from the package and turn to roll it onto him, noticing he’s gone semi-soft.
“Let me take care of that.” I wrap my fingertips around the tip of his head and slide them lightly in circles around the rim, sliding one finger up and down the underside of his shaft. He quickly swells again as I wrap my palm around his stiffening erection and slide it slowly up and down.
When he’s good and stiff again, I take his balls in my hand and squeeze them firmly, rolling them around between my fingers. He lets out a long, low moan as I place the condom over the tip of his head and roll it slowly down around him, tracing my fingertips along the underside of his shaft.
I straddle his thighs, holding his gaze in my eyes as I lower myself down onto him.
Waves of intense pleasure rush through me as the head of his pulsating erection slides upward inside me, and we both let out a loud moan in unison.
He grabs hold of my hips, supporting me as I take more and more of him, until I’m sitting against his thighs, his full length inside me. I sit there for a moment, motionless, savoring his fullness inside me as I relax and stretch to accommodate his girth.
“What was that about patience?” I tease, when he pushes upward with his hips, trying to drive himself deeper inside me.
“I need you so much, Jordan.” His fingers dig into my hips as he slides himself out, followed by a hard and rapid thrust upward and inside me.
I move with him, taking him as deeply as I can and we move faster, until he’s moving me up and down the length of him and thrusting himself deeper, and harder into me with every thrust. I’m close again and I tilt my body forward so my clit rubs against his pelvis with every thrust. When I come again, squeezing tightly around him, it’s only another thrust before he follows.
I collapse on top of his heaving chest, breathing my steamy heavy breath into his hair, and taking in his musky aroma. We lie there together motionless as I feel him softening inside me.
