I groaned. I watched her watching herself stroke me.
“It’s, um,” she began.
“It’s what?” I prompted when she didn’t finish. It was hard to even get that much out. I was fighting for control. I wanted to mount her on the spot and force her head down to suck my cock, both at the same time.
I found her with my hand again and pushed a finger back inside of her and moved it in a shallow, smooth imitation of the main course.
“It’s nice,” she finally said, her voice breaking on the words as I started finger fucking her in earnest.
“Nice?” I asked. Her hand had stopped moving, but her head was curved down far enough that I could feel her breathing on me.
As she came, squeezing my finger like it was a cock, I just about lost it.
Fuck it. I pulled my finger out and touched the back of her head, gripped her silky hair, and pushed her down. “Put me in your mouth,” I said, not knowing if it was an order or a plea. Both probably.
“Velvety smooth but so hard it could break things,” she finally got out.
“Were you searching for the right description this whole time?” I asked her affectionately even as sweat broke out over my entire body. “You’re such a writer at heart.”
I pushed her and arched my hips up, aiming until I was pressed against her lips.
She let me in, thank God. I got a little overzealous right off the bat, pushing deep enough to gag her in one go.
“Fuck, sorry,” I said, sitting up and pulling her away by the hair. I liked the way that felt and pulled again just for fun then used it to bring her lips to mine. I kissed her as I dragged us both to the headboard.
I leaned back, still sitting up, and put her hand back on my dick, never letting her mouth leave mine the entire time.
When I finally let her up for air she asked, “Didn’t you want me to… ?”
“Suck my dick? Always. But let’s show you the ropes properly. A hand job first, I think. Go ahead, keep stroking.”
“Is this right?” she asked, applying herself to the task with both hands.
“It is. You’re such an overachiever,” I told her admiringly. “I’ve never appreciated that quite so much as I do right this second. Right there, stroke the head.”
“Am I squeezing too hard?”
“No. Just don’t stop. Fuck. Don’t fucking stop.”
I paused. “Wait, stop.”
“Contrary as ever,” she pointed out.
“I changed my mind,” I said, “You learned enough about hand jobs for the moment.” I pushed her head down into my lap. I gripped her hair in both hands and showed her what to do.
She was no deep throater, but I thought she could come close with time. “You’re a natural,” I praised her, “With a little more practice you’re going to excel, you ace student, you.”
She tried to talk with my dick in her throat, the perfect little minx, and I almost laughed and came at the same time.
“Use your hands around my base. That’s right. Stroke and suck. I know you swallow, but just a warning, I’m coming fast. Yes. You’re so fucking good. God, you don’t do anything half-assed, do you? Ah, fuck, marry me.”
I came against the back of her throat, and she fucking took it. When she unlatched that flawless mouth from my cock after she’d swallowed, a few more drops of cum followed her and she bent down to lick it clean.
I gasped.
“I don’t like a mess,” she spoke against my tip.
“Jesus fucking Christ, where have you been all my life?”
I pulled her back by the hair to kiss me again and really let her have it. I had her straddling me naked without even realizing it. I was touching her everywhere. I couldn’t get enough. I palmed her breasts. “Unless you have an objection, I’m going to fuck these next.”
“I thought that was a joke. You’re really going to do that? How?”
“Yes, and it’s called a titty fuck, and I’ll show you the how, obviously. It’s messy and not something we’ll do all that often, but I’m going to fuck you in absolutely any way you’ll let me until you tell me to stop.” I was saying all of this between passionate kisses and she answered the same way.
“You really aren’t capable of shutting up, are you?” she asked.
“Look who’s talking?”
I pushed her on her back and spread her legs wide. I sat back for a moment to take her in like that. Her body could have been invented by my own mind, it was so well suited to my exact specifications. And right now it was more sublime than ever in its thorough satiation.
She was so soft and sweet like this, so relaxed and quiet.
Well, quiet for about one second. “You’re hard again,” she said, sounding surprised.
“Getting there in a hurry, cupcake. How else did you think I was going to fuck your tits? With my personality?”
“It’s big enough,” she muttered.
“Was that a compliment or an insult? Your words and your tone were telling different stories.”
“Does it matter?”
She didn’t say anything after that because I was kissing her again. I held myself up on my elbows and had her mouth until she was mindless again. I moved down her body and showed her once more what else my unstoppably busy mouth was good for. I added fingers and tipped her over the edge again.
By then I was near mindless myself. I climbed up her body, stopped when my dick was at her cunt to rub against her sopping wetness. It took all I had not to push inside. Instead I lubricated myself, watching my dick rub against her cunt, slack-jawed, and kept moving up.
I straddled her ribcage, grabbing handfuls of her magnificent tits and pushing my randy cock between them.
“Don’t talk to them while you do this,” she warned.
It may as well have been a dare.
She was trying her best to crane her head down to watch what I was doing, and it was adorable. Not so adorable that I didn’t try to push into her mouth at the end of every stroke. She’d just situated herself so perfectly for a double feature.
I gave a stirring pep talk to Mayhem and Mischief as I humped her chest, praised them both as I pumped harder and faster.
I called out their names, not hers, when I came.
She was cursing me. I was trying not to laugh.
“It’s so messy,” she said, staring down at her sticky breasts. She sounded more fascinated than concerned.
“No, it’s not,” I said, waited for her to look up at me with a question in her eyes, then started to rub the cum all over her, coating her with it. “Now, that’s messy.”
She was giggling helplessly as I dragged her into the shower.
I washed her, pushing her palms against the wall as I soaped her up and touched her everywhere. The water ran cold before I was done.
I dried her off, picked her up, and put her back in my bed. She was fairly limp at this point, but I wasn’t done.
“This is your fault,” I told her. I was between her legs, sucking on her nipples and fingering her while she writhed helplessly. “I’ve never waited so long for anything in my life as I did to get my hands on you. Now I’m going to wallow.”
It wasn’t fair—fair was never an option—but I teased her sex with my tip, pushing in just the barest amount. “It’ll be good. I’ll make it so good for you.”