It’s like I’m the center of his entire world.
He slows his speed but increases the intensity. His tongue works my clit as his lips do things I didn’t think were possible. I feel the ball of tension in my center swirl with a new heat.
“Du-uuu-ut-tch—” I stutter, a desperation wrapping around my throat. “God, don’t stop, please…”
He answers by sucking harder, and I feel the pressure of a finger pressing inside me, curling it and toying with a spot that has curse words ripping from my lungs, my body arching until I think my spine will snap.
I’m in bliss. Beyond bliss and into whatever comes next. I’m on the other side of something so mind-blowing, body twisting, heart wrenching, I know already I’m addicted to this.
To him.
I need more.
His hands release my breasts and settle on my hips, pulling my convulsing, twitching body onto his still-working mouth as I slap my thighs against the sides of his face, the rough texture of his beard scratching against my sensitive skin.
The pleasure knots my toes and shoots up the backs of my legs, then turns into a spinning explosion deep in my core that tears through me until I feel the gush of wetness. From way out in orbit, I hear Dutch moaning.
He licks and kisses me through the orgasm, the movements softening as I come down. My body is filled with a warmth that covers me inside and out.
Dutch stays between my legs, kissing me gently as I return to earth.
I’m panting, my hands fisting the comforter I’ve pulled around me like a cocoon. My ears are ringing as I look down to see Dutch swipe the back of his hand over his soaking beard on a crooked grin.
Pushing up on my elbows, he shifts back onto his knees, and all I can do is stare at his cock. I want it inside me even more now than I did before he turned me into an orgasmic heap of jiggling Jello with his godlike mouth.
“I want that,” I mutter staring at his cock, like a child in the candy aisle at the store, ready to unleash an epic tantrum at the first sign of refusal.
“It wants you too Doll.” He reaches down and gives the swollen length a slow stroke as the ball of erotic tension starts to curl inside me again. I take in not only the length and girth of his sex but the way his balls hang low between his thighs, swaying slightly like they are trying to hypnotize me.
I watch in awe as his hand works every thick inch, sticky pre-cum dripping down the engorged head, the veins that snake around looking ready to pop.
“These balls are full. I’m going to unload inside of you. Raw, baby…something I never thought of doing before, but with you? Fuck, no choice, it’s gonna be hard, hot and bareback.”
His tone makes me shiver, ready. Ready for more. I want him. Need him. Right now. With nothing between us.
There’s no rational thought.
I will not ask about safety. I will not ask about condoms. I don’t care. I want him. As he is. Inside me. Now.
A flash of light from the living room breaks my thoughts. Sunlight flashing on something shiny. An instant later, both our heads snap around when we hear the knock on the front door.
“Dutch?” James’s voice splinters the moment, and Dutch puts his finger to his lips, looking at me.
“Hey,” he answers, charging off the bed, closing the door so just his head is visible as I shrink back into a ball. “I was just going to hop in the shower.”
“Okay, cool. Dad sent me back here to grab you, we have some work to do at the shop, wanted you to come up before dinner, maybe show you around. Felt like we sort of abandoned you here.”
“Nah, man. I’m fine.” Dutch’s voice is thick with desire, even though I can tell he’s trying to hide it. “Sounds good. Give me ten, I’ll come up to the house.”
“Okay, brother. Maybe we can go out later, I’m sure you might like to see if there’s some female companionship you can find.” I hear James chuckle, followed by the sound of his footsteps, then the door closing as my pulse rages.
I pop up from the bed and tug on my jeans, nearly falling over sideways in my rush, a dark thought clouding the moment as I consider that I was just the first opportunity at female companionship for Dutch after a long four-year drought.
Of course he was desperate for some sort of release, right? And there I was.
So available. Stupid.
“Hey.” He comes over as I push my head through my thermal, not even bothering with my bra, the scent of my orgasm heavy in the air. “There’s only one female that’s going to give me the companionship I need, baby. That’s you.”