Next, his fingers skim across my collarbones, dusting them with gentle caresses before moving to my breasts. I knew it was coming, it was only a matter of time, yet I can’t stop my gasp when he slips one of my nipples into his mouth, or the wanton groan as his tongue flicks out, teasing the sensitive bud. There’s a slight thrill in knowing we’re outside and anyone could walk past us at any moment, yet my sweet Kingston has picked a place where I can still get that kick without most of the risk of that actually happening. His eyes meet mine, keeping me in the moment, and with one last flick of his talented tongue, he moves lower. My nipples are pebbled, needy peaks, aching for his mouth again as he kisses down my body, worshipping my curves. I’ve never been skinny, and my guys have never made me want to be, loving every inch of my shape. He demonstrates that now, as he shows me just how much he loves my figure. His tongue drags along the bottom of my belly just above my jeans before he sits back with a chuckle as I huff in frustration. Smirking at me, he reaches for my jeans, and with deft fingers, he unbuttons them. I arch up off the ground slightly to aid him, and slowly, he slides both my pants and underwear down my legs, leaving me completely bare before him.
For a minute, he just pauses, those eyes that I crave running across every inch of my body, trailing fire in their wake. They are filled with hunger but also love…and softness. When they flicker back up to meet mine, he smiles so sweetly that my heart feels like it’s going to burst. Kingston may be the biggest of all my guys, but he’s a pure, gentle giant and a romantic at heart. He looks like he’s found the most precious gift, like he can’t believe he’s here in this moment, like he’s in love.
I know how lucky I am to have five amazing men who love me as much as my guys do, who worship my body and would protect me with their lives. I know I would be the luckiest woman in the world to have even one of these guys, and somehow, I live with all of them in harmony. Do I worry about the future? Yes, of course, but that’s not something I’m going to concern myself with right now, not when I have Kingston lowering himself between my thighs.
He gently pushes my legs apart, and I hear his hum of appreciation as he takes me in. His head sinks lower until I feel his breath against my clit, making me groan. Kingston’s tongue flicks against my clit, teasing me before he presses soft kisses against my core. Groaning, I press my pussy closer to his face, making him hum against me as he starts tasting me for real.
He alternates between licking, sucking, and occasionally nipping my clit, driving me wild. My hips raise as I ride his face, his ministrations taking my breath away, and that’s before I feel his thick finger pressing against my entrance. My eyes almost roll into the back of my head when he slips it inside of me before pulling free of my clinging sex. He circles my clit, then drops it to my slit, collecting some of my cream. Slowly, he eases his finger back into my channel with leisurely, lazy movements. Writhing on the ground, I can feel him smiling against me as he adds a second finger, and a third, but he doesn’t pick up the pace at all. It’s a delicious kind of torture and he knows it. Kingston has the biggest cock of all my guys, and I have to be properly ready before we have sex, especially if it’s just going to be the two of us. Usually I have sex with the others first to ‘warm up,’ so when it’s just the two of us, he enjoys taking his sweet time.
“Kingston…” My voice is a breathy moan, his name like a prayer on my tongue. The pleasure is so good, but not what I need. He’s what I need. Lifting my head, I look down my body and see him between my thighs, watching me. We don’t exchange words, but I know he sees the plea in my eyes. Finally, he drops another sweet kiss on my throbbing clit before pulling away with a grin, his chin glistening with my cream. I can’t help but groan as his fingers pull from my core, my greedy pussy trying to clamp down and keep him there.
Sitting back on his heels, he observes me as I sit up and crawl over to him. He’s shirtless but still wearing entirely too many clothes, his erection standing proud against his jeans. I kneel so we’re chest to chest, reach out, and start undoing his pants, pushing them down and making a pleased sound. He’s not wearing any underwear. I grasp his erection and start stroking it as he cups my breasts, gently squeezing and rolling my nipples.
“Kingston, please, God, I need you,” I beg between kisses, and for a moment, I think he’s not going to listen and keep teasing me, but with a groan, he helps lower me to the ground, our lips still connected, even as his big body comes down over mine.
With my back on the soft blankets and my head resting on the beanbags, he settles over me, bracing his strong arms on either side of me. He leans down and gives me a passionate kiss that leaves me moaning desperately and my aching pussy dripping with cream. Pulling from my lips, he slowly lowers himself. He balances on one hand as his other slips between our bodies, and a moment later, I feel him against my entrance. I can’t help but groan as my eyes try to close. He glides the head of his cock up and down my slit, using my own wetness to help ease himself in. When he notches against my entrance, he kisses me softly as he starts to push in. Kingston swallows my groan from the sensation of his thick cock inching into my channel, that glorious stretch as he works his way inside, pushing me to my very limits.
He has to pull back slightly and thrust in, working through my tightness slowly as he peppers kisses along my lips and cheeks. “So beautiful, so perfect, I love you,” he murmurs after each one until, finally, he’s all the way in.
He stills then, letting me get used to the feeling of being so full. But he’s too careful with me, and I’m no porcelain doll. Rocking my hips, I try to get him moving, enjoying his low chuckles above me. It does the trick though. He starts to move, pulling out and thrusting back in as all independent thought disappears. I can only focus on him and this feeling between us. His movements are slow and unhurried, but deep and powerful, hitting my G-spot with each stroke. The pleasure is building up inside me, gradually at first, like a fire gaining momentum, and I know when it breaks, it’s going to wreck me.
Suddenly, we’re moving. Kingston wraps his arms around me, gets to his knees, and turns, leaning against the beanbag so I’m perched on top of him, and then he drops me. Right down onto his giant cock. I groan and throw my head back. His cock goes much deeper in this position. It feels so fucking good. The other good thing about this position? I can see it affects Kingston just as much as it does me, and knowing I have that kind of power over a guy as good-looking as him is a heady thing. His eyes are narrowed in hunger, his jaw locked as he groans and thrusts up, bouncing me on his cock. Kingston’s arms strain as he tries to keep it slow and loving.
I lean in and kiss him, swallowing his moan as his hand drops to my back, guiding my movements as I roll my hips, riding him. I break the kiss and lean back, rolling and grinding as his other hand grips my shoulder, and he leans in and feasts on my breasts.
It’s almost too much sensation.
Almost.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I hold him close as his lips tease my nipple, and he uses his hands to lift and drop me faster…and faster. My breathing is ragged, and so is his, as we both climb higher and higher to that peak, and when his hand slips around my hip to my pussy and flicks my clit…I fall. Groaning my orgasm, I writhe on his cock. He grips my hips with a grunt, dragging me down as far as I will go, my core clenching tightly around him. “Love. You.”