“Hold still, tongue out,” she demands, her fingers tightening in my hair.
I freeze, tongue out, eyes focused up at her, mesmerized by the way her tits move as she takes from me exactly what she needs.
“Stop,” she snaps, startling me.
And the next second, she’s gone. She kneels beside my panting body as she pulls a condom from the strip she discarded earlier.
“Did you come?” Fuck, did I miss it while watching her tits? It would be a real shame if I did.
“No,” she says, but she doesn’t seem disappointed.
She may regret not getting it while she could because I have to clench my eyes closed and fist the sheets until my fingers ache to keep from coming when she rolls the condom down my cock.
She has taken the reins this entire time, so I’m not surprised when she straddles my hips, legs spread wide, pussy glistening from both her own arousal and my mouth. My entire body is trembling as she lines me up at her entrance, and for the briefest of seconds, I’m so lost in watching the tip of my cock slide inside of her that I miss the initial heat and exhilaration. She fucking moans, sinking all the way down on me and I fucking lose it.
My cock jerks inside of her violently, legs locking up as my hands find her hips and use her body almost instinctually to orgasm.
“Shit, wait.” I grip her hips harder, stilling her with just the tip of my cock inside. “Damn that’s better than I ever imagined.”
“Did you just… are you kidding me?”
God, coming in seconds should be traumatizing, but I can’t feel the guilt that’s threatening with her still on top of me.
“I need another condom. Just hold on.”
I unceremoniously pull her off, moving her to the side before pulling the spent rubber from my cock and grabbing another. Her eyes are wide, arms crossed over her chest as I grab another condom from the strip, open it, and roll it down my eager cock.
“Stop pouting,” I say with a chuckle, gathering more sureness than I’ve ever felt.
“I’m not interested in flaccid—” Her jaw snaps closed when I stroke myself.
God, I just want to impale this woman, shove every damn inch I have inside of her, but I have to calm down. She may let that first orgasm slide but coming in her after another three pumps isn’t going to end well, and I’m on the verge of busting again just looking down at her soft, pink pussy.
I slide lower instead, tongue circling her belly button before clamping my mouth over her pussy.
She groans, hips moving, fingers tangling in my hair, when I put the skills I’ve seen in countless adult movies to work. I don’t tease like the instruction manuals have said. I do exactly what they warn against, lapping at her clit with a stiff tongue. I don’t start with the letter A and try to make her orgasm by the time I make it to Z. I spell come for me over and over, making it through three times before I feel her pulse against my tongue. I drink her down like she’s offering ice cold water in the middle of the desert and go back for more.
When I finally pull my mouth from her, she’s looking down at me starry-eyed and spent, her thumb tracing my lower lip, making my need for her build to unconscionable heights.
My balls threaten to seize as I line myself up, thumb tracing over her clit and making her hips jerk.
“Jude,” she groans when I push myself inside.
She clamps me like a vice, and I have to close my eyes. Just the sight of her taking my full length threatens to make this end just as quickly as the first time.
My hips work, slow thrusts until I feel like I’m going to go mad, but I keep my thumb working. I’m doing my best to take an academic approach, focusing on the logistics instead of the sensations my body is experiencing. I’m going to get there again. There’s no doubt about it, but I want her there with me.
“Can you do all of that and kiss me too?” she whispers.
I don’t think I’ll survive it, but I risk losing myself to this woman and lean over her. With my thumb still working her zone, I rest one elbow near her head and press my mouth to hers. She pants, and I wouldn’t even call it a kiss, but even with the sloppy licks and uncoordinated tongues we seem to make it work.
“I want you to come for me.”
A shiver works through her body with my words, making me understand just how much she needs that to be a part of this experience as well.
I feel no shyness in this perfect moment. I don’t feel the need to swallow and overthink my words. All I can focus on is giving her exactly what she needs. What we both need.