“In the shower,” I tell him. “Sometimes in bed.”
“With me next to you?” He picks me up and starts walking back toward the stairs to our house where we are staying.
I hug him with my lips close to his ear and whisper, “No, it’s usually when you leave me high and dry and go shower,” I tell him. “I need more.”
“I won’t fuck you with people in the house,” he sighs. “I can’t fuck you.”
I groan. “Brian, I get it, I do, and I think you have the highest honor, but, honey, I need you to touch me.” I trail kisses down his neck, sucking in. “I need to come with you.” I continue my assault on his neck. “I need you to make me come.”
“Fuck.” He exhales loudly. When we get in the room and he slams the door closed with his foot, he walks over to the bed. “Did you do it last night?”
“Yes,” I tell him honestly. “I took my time, hoping you would come out and catch me,” I tell him quietly. “Hoping that it would be your fingers in me and not mine.” I unwind my legs from his waist. Falling on the bed, I watch him, my eyes never leaving his when I reach out and finally cup his cock in my hand. With his hard thickness in my palm, I move it up and down. “Please,” I whisper, grabbing his hand and placing it on my pussy. I don’t say anything else because he moves his hands up and down. His eyes are watching our hands as we rub each other in sync.
“My baby fingers herself, and that’s the hottest fucking visual I can think of right now.” His voice comes out in a whisper but full of need. My hips move to get him to move faster. “Lie back, baby.”
I don’t make him ask me twice or even think about it. He grabs my legs, bringing me to the edge of the bed, my ass almost hanging off. I’m lying on the bed in my sweats, but there isn’t anything on under them, and I don’t think he knows. When his hands find the waist, and he slides a finger in, he pulls them down and his eyes get so dark they look brown.
“Bare,” he says, looking at my pussy which has a little landing strip. His finger moves over my slit, the stickiness of me seeping out. He brings his finger to his mouth, licking the tip. “Sweet,” he says, falling to his knees. His mouth covers my pussy, sucking it in his mouth. The heat of his mouth and the softness of his tongue have me moaning. “Shh,” he whispers, letting go and then looking in my eyes while he sticks his tongue out and slowly licks me from bottom to top, his tongue going in my folds. I try to watch him, but the sensation makes my head fall back. His head moves side to side as his tongue finally comes back down and slides into me. My hand goes to his head, my fingers running through his hair. I want to watch what he’s doing, but the feeling is just everywhere. The heat from his mouth and the slickness of his tongue—I just take it all in. My back arches up when his teeth nip my clit. “Fuck,” he hisses out when he slides one finger in me, and I moan, squeezing him. My hips move slowly up and down, following his tongue. I hear him laugh and look down.
“My baby needs to come?” he asks, and I just nod. He sticks another finger in me and starts to move it faster and faster. His eyes catch mine while he sucks my clit into his mouth, nipping it and then going down to slip his tongue in with his fingers. My hips fall into rhythm with his fingers, and they rise and fall with him. I try to spread my legs as wide as they can go.
“Fuck my face,” he says, and my body takes over. When my hand goes down to play with my clit, he growls and tosses it away. “My fingers are in you; my mouth is on your pussy. It’s mine to make come.” And I don’t know if it’s the words or the way his thumb is now rubbing my clit faster and faster while his fingers assault me, but my toes finally curl, my stomach gets tight, and my head falls back. And I come. Fuck, I come, squeezing the shit out of his fingers. My hips don’t stop, and they ride out the wave, and just when I think it’s over, he speeds up again, sucking my clit into his mouth, and I let go again. My hands push his head into my pussy, and I have no idea what is going on.
I think I’m floating; my limbs all feel like jelly, and my legs dangle off the side of the bed. My arms let go of his head, falling to either side of me. I swear my lips are so heavy I can’t open them. I don’t need to open them because I feel his hands on me, roaming up my hips as he kisses my stomach softly. He trails kisses up my chest, bringing my shirt with him. Taking one of my nipples into his mouth, he then blows across it, and the breeze on my nipple makes me shiver. I try to open my eyes and nothing. His hands feel like they are everywhere on me. I groan, and my mouth opens a touch. Suddenly, his tongue is sliding into my mouth, and I taste myself on him. My legs finally wrap around his hips, and my arms hold him to me. He rolls us to his back, and now I’m straddling him. I let go of his lips and sit up on him, his covered cock resting right under me.
I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it off me, my tits hanging free. One of the things I’ve never had to get done was implants. I’ve always been a nice full B cup. His eyes take me in as I sit on him naked, then his hands reach up and grab my tits. He kneads them and then rolls the nipples between his fingers, and my head falls back. I have to put my hands on his chest to keep from losing my balance. “Stop doing that. I need to concentrate,” I tell him, whispering and moaning at the same time. One of his hands moves down and finds my clit. “No,” I say, moving out of his way.
I get off the bed, and he is in the same position as I was before. His legs hang off the bed, his shorts sitting low on his hips, and his thick cock forming an outline. My hand goes straight for it, and I rub up and down, his shorts moving with me. I take one of my fingers and rub it along his stomach where the waistband sits. Slowly, I slide it under, going right to left, going deeper and deep until I finally touch the soft skin of his cock. I look at him when a moan escapes him. I move his shorts down, getting my first view of his long, thick cock. My hand instinctively fists him, my fingers never able to touch. I twist my fist from the base all the way up, the little drop of pre-cum glistening on the top. I lean my head down and lick the tip, twirling my tongue around. I look down at his cock in my hand, and I swear it takes everything I have not to climb up on him and sink down on it.
“You know what just ran through my mind?” I ask, taking the tip into my hot mouth, my tongue circling the head. He doesn’t answer; he just looks down at me, moving my long hair to the side so he can watch his cock disappear in my mouth. “That I want to sit on you and sink down on your cock.” I take him a bit deeper this time. “Fill me up,” I say once I get to the tip, my hand moving up and down while I speak. I take him in my mouth again, this time deeper, and I’m so hot for him and his cock, I stop talking. One hand is fisting him while the other is buried between my legs. I release his cock and suck one of his balls into my mouth, and his head falls back on the bed. My hand continues to work him up and down with a little twist when it gets to the top.
“Baby.” He blows out a breath. “Come sit on my face.” His eyes are hooded. I get on the bed and crawl to him, taking his mouth as he buries his hands in my long hair that feels like it’s all over the place. He stops kissing me. “Get on my face,” he tells me again, and I throw one leg over his head while my face looks at his cock. He doesn’t wait for me to sit down. He grabs my hips, pulling me down as his tongue slips through me, and I have to hold his chest when I fall forward a touch.