“Fuck,” he breathed. “Oh fuck, Jodie.”
He still smelled of oil and sweat. He smelled of him, too. He smelled perfect.
He pulled out and I sucked in a breath, eyes watering almost as much as my mouth. He thumbed up the spit from my chin and smiled, then came in for seconds. This time he was rougher – thrusting right from his thighs, a strong grip under my jaw to keep the position right.
I felt so taken. So secured.
I felt amazing.
I blinked and my watery eyes spilled over. I smiled around his cock and he smiled back, brushed my cheek with this thumb.
Sweeping thrusts, his cock thumping the back of my throat until my cheeks billowed and my mouth made low gurgles. I felt his ass clench, his thighs, too, his movements more urgent, his breath quickening.
I stared up at him and encouraged his thrusts, kept my hands tight on his ass and my mouth wide. I wanted this, wanted him to peak, wanted him to unload all over my tongue and let me swallow him down like a hungry little bitch, but he stopped without warning and pulled his dick from my mouth.
He pushed me backwards until I flopped onto the bed, and dropped to his knees on the floor between my legs. His palms were rough against my calves, warm against my goose-pimpled skin. Calloused fingers climbed up my thighs, hitched my dress to my hips and tugged down my tiny little knickers. He took my feet in his hands and kneaded the soles until I squirmed. It was bliss.
I gripped the bedsheets as he worked, his touch magic on sore toes. I gasped as his lips landed on my ankle and grazed their way up. I was too squirmy to stay still by the time he reached my knee, and my the time he reached my thigh I was a breathless wreck, legs lolling apart in desperation for the touch of his mouth against my pussy.
He paused, his breath on my wet pussy lips, and I couldn’t look, I was already too far gone. I reached for him, my hands on his head, his hair spiking my palms as I urged him closer. He pushed one leg up onto the bed and hitched the other over his shoulder, and I was spread wide, exposed so totally that the nerves in my belly spluttered and fizzed.
Oh God.
When his mouth clamped onto my pussy it clamped hard, his tongue hungry and horny as he sought out my clit with hard, flat strokes. He eased my dress up further and rested his hand on my belly, his thumb moving back and forth across my flabbiest parts like they were beautiful. He made me feel beautiful.
I rested my head to the side and smiled, let myself rock into him, grinding my pussy against his mouth as he licked at me. I expected him to fuck me with his fingers, but he didn’t, just kept on working that magic with his tongue until my clit was pulsing and wired, my movements becoming jerky as my breath grew ragged.
I’m going to…
I gripped his hair and bucked, letting out a single solitary groan before I caught myself. The girls. I bit my lip and thrashed, arching my back as he sent me over the edge, lapping at my pussy like a hungry fucking dog. Fuck! An explosion of white behind my eyes and my ears started ringing with the strain of silence. I grabbed for one of the pillows and brought it to my face, biting down on it and shuddering out my orgasm as he flicked that heavenly tongue.
He didn’t stop until I was long spent – a mushy, limp bag of limbs flopped uselessly on his bed.
He didn’t waste any time. His body was so warm, his chest so hard against mine as he pressed his full weight onto me. Oh God I wanted to take him.
“Shh,” he breathed into my ear. His lips were soft against my cheek, peppering their way to my mouth. I kissed him deep, kissed him hard, and he was right back at me, crushing my head into the covers underneath.
Yes…
I wrapped my legs around his hips, my arms around his shoulders.
Yes…
His cock pressed to my slit, teasing.
Yes…
My legs squeezed, coaxed him, but he held back. I stared into his eyes and they were so hungry, so feral.
Please… Please fucking fuck me…
He broke the kiss. “I need to grab a johnny,” he whispered. “To be safe.”
But I didn’t want to be safe. I didn’t want to be safe at all. I wanted to be reckless, and crazy, and free. I shook my head.
“I’ve got an app,” I whispered. “With dates…”
He stroked my cheek, his eyes serious. “I’m clean…”
I nodded. “I want you… I want to feel you…” He kissed me as he pushed inside and it was the most incredible feeling, his dick filling me up, filling me raw. “Please,” I hissed. “Oh God, Darren, please…”