“I do,” I tell her honestly, though the idea that she still has the upper hand re-frays my nerves a bit. “Come here,” I demand. She swings her hips of course, then stands in front of me still in her heels, leaving us almost eye to eye. God, she’s my every wet dream.
She reaches for me, but I give her a shake of my head . . . and finally, I get a flicker of uncertainty. It’s not quite as satisfying as I thought it would be, so I lean into her and run my nose from her shoulder to her ear, breathing her in. “You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen,” I say, undoing the clasp on her bra and letting it fall to the floor. “Don’t ever doubt that.”
She hums softly as the tip of my index finger slides down from her collar bone, circling first one tightly beaded nipple and then the other before continuing down over the slight swell of her belly to trace her navel. Hooking her underwear, I slip them down her thighs, then her calves until I have her step out of them. Her heels are the next to go and when I’m back on my feet, an irrational sense of triumph floods my system at being able to loom over her again. In fact . . .
“On your knees.”
She responds with an eagerness that has my dick jerking in my pants. I step back and look my fill of her sitting on her heels, clad in nothing but the opal necklace. The incredible picture she makes only gets better when she waits for my eyes to meet hers and then primly lays her hands on her knees and spreads her thighs wide to show me how slick and swollen she is. Damn.
My clothes come off, piece by piece and then she watches my very hard, very heavy dick sway slightly as my arousal fights with gravity. I step closer and she pushes up on her toes to get some height and parts her lips, so very keen to get her first taste. Before she can make contact, I push my fingers into the hair at the top of her head, stopping her forward momentum. Guiding my dick to her mouth, I paint it with the precome that’s beaded at the tip.
I hiss, jerking back when her tongue ventures out to dip into the delicate slit on the head. “Put your tongue all the way out,” I order. She obeys and I slide the sensitive underside along its scorching heat. Soon temptation grows too great to resist and I push past her lips and into her mouth, forcing her jaw wider.
“Look at you,” I rasp. Sitting at my feet with a big mouthful of my cock, she about does me in. Her stretched lips are obscene, yet beautiful, as I slowly slide myself deeper. Caressing her jaw with one hand, the other stays rooted in her hair to hold her steady as I slowly work myself in and out of her mouth, wallowing in the incredible sensation. This is heaven.
It’s the feel of her pushing herself forward on me that brings me out of my fog. Is she trying to choke herself? Quite possibly if I go by the glint in her eye.
I pull out and grip her jaw with both hands. “You want more?”
“God, yes,” she whispers and then opens her mouth again.
Who is this girl?
“Is that right?” I taunt, pushing back in, further this time, coming to rest at the back of her throat. “That’s an awful lot of dick in your mouth, Opal,” I say softly, loving the way her gag reflex twitches faintly in warning. Pulling back slightly, I let her swallow and take a breath. “Let’s see how much of it you can take.”
I sink deeper this time. My first instinct is to retreat when she gags, but it’s completely obliterated by the incredible feeling of her throat compressing around the head of my dick. Fuuuuuck. After a moment, her throat settles and seemingly out of nowhere space opens up and I sink in another inch. I stay there, stunned until I spot her hand moving toward her center to work her own clit. I think my head is going to explode – both of them.
“Don’t you dare.”
Lodged down her throat like I am, the vibration of her hum – of either protest or pleasure – travels up my length and settles in my balls. It’s so good that my knees go weak. How is this even happening? A tear runs from the corner of one of her watering eyes, yanking me back into reality.
Oh, shit, what am I doing?
Pulling out, I crouch down and hold her as she sputters and chokes. “You okay?” I whisper worriedly as she calms.
“So okay. But,” she gives me an accusing look, “I need to come.”
In my relief, I almost laugh at her petulance. “Oh, yeah? You let me do that again and I’ll consider it.”
I’m expecting some kind of protest, I really am, but when her response involves the re-parting of her lips, I get to my feet again, ignoring my astonishment. If she’s all in, so am I. “I want your hands behind your back this time.”
She licks her lips and then does what she’s told. My dick absolutely throbs.
Once I’m back inside her hot mouth, her tongue laps and strokes at me while I let my hands explore her face, tracing her eyebrows, sweeping my thumb along her cheekbones, outlining her stretched lips. The filthy picture she makes burns itself into my memory as I finally push myself deep, gagging her, letting her settle, pushing deeper – and by the sounds she’s making, it’s possible she loves it more than I do.
After multiple rounds of this, I can’t take much more.
“Enough playing around. Get on the bed,” I tell her, helping her to her feet.
She gets her knees on the edge of the mattress. “That’s far enough. Spread your knees and put your head down.” I get the condom on as I watch her follow my commands. By the time I’m wrapped up, I’m so ready to come. “Keep your hands where I can see them, Opal.”
That gets me a thin noise of discontent, but I couldn’t care less as I very slowly push my way into the dripping wet heat of her tight pussy inch by inch by inch.
“Scott,” she groans, pushing back, trying to hurry me along. “Get on with it.”
I sink my thumbs into her ass cheeks, pulling her further open to get a better look at my dick disappearing inside of her. “You’ll get what I give you.”
Ignoring her mewls and whimpers of frustrated pleasure, I finally start to glide gently in and out on short strokes, exulting in the feel of her. I don’t even try to stop my orgasm from barreling down on me, hard, strong, and full of ecstasy. “Fuuuuccckk, yeah.”
Shaking my head to chase the momentary stupefaction away, I lean over her. “Do. Not. Move.”
I get rid of the used condom and get another. Since she’s had me wound tight all night, shooting that first load has only warmed me up.
“Where you got those hands, Opal?”
“Here,” she says sourly, stretching her fingers wide against the sheets on either side of her head.
I run a hand up the inside of her thigh until I’m skating through her soaked pussy lips. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I say unable to repress the sarcasm, “did you not come yet?”
I’m sure she’d be giving me a verbal smack-down if I hadn’t finally ‘found’ her clit and rubbed it in a few tight circles. Instead of complaints, the only things falling from her lips are moans that arrive on panted breaths. She’s close, my girl.
Removing my hand, I quickly line myself up and shove in deep. She still hasn’t come yet and I bet she has no idea if she’s pissed or in rapture. The one thing I do know is that she has a thing for the long, deep strokes I’m giving her now.
“This what you wanted?”