His palm was warm and soft as it cupped my nipple, then pressed into it. I raised my arms above my head, and he pulled the shirt over my head and off with his free hand. As it fell away, so did my concerns. It crumpled on the ground beside the couch, and I wiggled out of the bra to let it go, too. His lips brushed my neck until they reached my chest, then moved down the center. I pushed my shoulders together and my large, round breasts smothered him, and he groaned with pleasure, his tongue flicking out to slide between them and then arc around to take a nipple into his mouth.
I gasped at the sensation of his wet warm mouth around my sensitive peak and moaned as he slid his tongue to the other side, repeating the motion. Then his kisses trailed down my stomach, and his fingers searched for and found the zipper of my skirt. As it undid, he slid it down my hips, leaving me wearing nothing but the black, silky thong.
Tom let his kisses trail down to my inner thigh, and then he blew a stream of hot air where his lips had been, making me cry out and goosebumps raise on my skin. His tongue flicked along the line of fabric that covered my wet, waiting pussy. I moaned deeply at the tease of his powerful, talented tongue so close to my core. Then, nudging my panties to the side, he slid his tongue through my folds in one long, passionate lick. As it brushed my clit, I clenched and yelped, the thrill of pleasure rattling me to my very center.
I squirmed under his hand that slid over my stomach to hold me in place. The anticipation of the fingertip that now swirled around my opening was enough to make me wiggle and writhe. An overwhelming amount of pleasure was threatening to spill me over into a climax already, and he had barely touched me. His power, his control, over me made me melt and excited me all at once. I was at that moment his, and only his, and the rest of the world ceased to exist.
A thick, strong finger slid inside me, the tip brushing along the top wall, and I groaned in pleasure. My hands slid down to his hair and grasped it, and his tongue moved to circle around my clit, teasing it out of its hood. As his finger began to slide in and out of me, his tongue swirling and pressing into my pearl, I felt the tension rising. It was only moments when my leg wrapped around his neck and my body began to heave with each moaning breath. My hips raised as the climax crashed around me, and I came, my toes curling and my body shaking.
When I finally stopped shaking, I pouted for a second at the sensation of cool air on my center as he moved away from me. It was only for a moment, and only for him to stand and begin the slow removal of his clothes, though, so I relented. As his shirt fell to the ground and he reached for his belt buckle, I sat up on my knees. As he unbuckled, I pulled down on his zipper and undid the button holding the pants around his hips. It dropped to the floor, and I was level and inches from the massive bulge in his briefs.
I pulled them down slowly, reveling in watching as his cock was exposed, inch by inch, until the elastic passed the head and it sprung out at me, a heavy, hard club of unrivaled pleasure. I opened my mouth wide and took his head in me, sliding slowly down the veiny staff, my tongue sweeping from side to side underneath. Tom rested one hand on my neck, his thumb just in front of my ear, and he rocked a little into me.
I reached up, grasping his hips and moving him so he was directly above me. One hand slid up to cup his balls as he gently pressed his cock deep in my mouth. I tried to relax my jaw and throat, and he slid further down them with each thrust. I massaged him underneath, and the other hand reached up to grasp his ass, guiding him to press deeper as I relaxed. I wanted his cock down my throat, to feel him pulse and come and to take his essence in me, relieving him of his stress and giving him the release that he gave me. As he fucked my mouth, I moaned, and it was returned with a deep grumble from his chest.
One of his hands cupped my breast, but the other slid further down, getting between my thighs and circling my clit again. I cried out, my voice muffled as my mouth was full of his meaty, delicious cock. He began to thrust faster, and I resisted gagging on him, until he pulled out of me suddenly. I reached for him but found myself spinning. He pulled me to my feet and turned me around to face the couch.
I submitted to the aggression of his movements and spread my legs. He settled between my thighs, and I could feel the head brush through my sensitive folds and gather up the wetness of my pussy, preparing him for me.
I closed my eyes and waited, expecting the pressure of his massive cock filling me. He slid inside me slowly, letting me mold myself around him. His rocking was slow, purposeful, as he made sure I was ready for him. When I relaxed, I felt him slam into me once, hard. I cried out, and he held himself there. His hand tangled in my hair, and he pulled back, so I bowed backward toward him as he curled over me.
“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Hard.”
He needed nothing more. His hips rocked back, and he thrust deeply inside me, and I screamed in pleasure. He began a rhythm of hard, fast motion, his cock plunging into me and splitting me, filling me and touching the sensitive areas nothing and no one else ever had. His grip on my hair tightened, and his hot breath began to blow on my neck. He kissed the corner of my jaw and licked up to my earlobe as he fucked me, and I felt the tension rise again. It bubbled over fast, not giving me time to prepare, and suddenly, the powerful orgasm washed over me.
I tensed and convulsed in his grip as it rolled through me, and I heard him roaring above. His cock exploded inside me, coming with me and filling me with his hot, sticky fluid. I shook and moaned, and my pussy squeezed around his emptying cock, hungrily extracting every bit of his essence, until he was spent and satisfied. As he released me, he sank deep once more, clenching as he spilled the last of himself into me, and I clenched around him, holding him there until he slid out of me and collapsed beside me.
23
Tom
I snuck out that morning early, making sure Amanda was still asleep before heading out. By the time she was just waking up, I had returned and was walking back into the bedroom with a bag and a cup holder that held four drinks. She scooted back so she leaned against the headboard and looked up at me, a lazy, sleepy smile on her face.
“Good morning,” she said. “I smell deliciousness.”
I laughed. “You do. I went and got us breakfast. Also, two orange juices and two coffees.”
“Well, hydration is important,” she said.
“So is caffeine,” I said, and she laughed as she took the food out of the bag.
“Where did you get this?” she asked.
“Little diner at the end of the street. I usually get a run in during the morning, but I settled for a short walk to get us something yummy,” I said. She pulled me by my shirt to her and pressed a kiss to my lips.
“I already have something yummy,” she said.
I kissed her again and stood up, creating space so I didn’t get tempted to spend my entire day wrapped up in her naked body. It was a tough decision, but I had important things to take care of. Spending an entire day off with nothing, but Amanda to keep me company, was something I was going to have to put on the to-do list, in more ways than one.
We sat down and fell into an easy conversation as we ate. It felt so natural to be there with her, sitting side by side on the bed, her with just one of my T-shirts on, eating breakfast. But the nagging in the back of my mind was telling me I needed to enjoy it while I could. It wasn’t going to last much longer. I tried to shake that thought off when Amanda squealed and took my attention away. She was pulling a chocolate croissant out of the bag.