Ooooooooh. Delicious.
"How will you do that?" I tease, slipping my arms around his neck.
"With my dick, baby."
And with that raunchy-romantic sentence, he sets about taking me to heaven. Kissing my mouth first, then all the way down my neck and collarbones to where the tops of my breasts rise out of my bra. Skimming his callused hands up my thighs under the skirt of my dress, skimming lightly over my (yes, soaked) underwear and then stripping them right off and flipping my skirt out of the way.
"Glad I didn't already have dessert," he mutters, spreading my legs apart and looking at my bare pink. "Fuck, I want to taste you."
Before I can answer, he leans over and swipes his tongue all the way up my split before settling in at my bud with an intoxicating light pressure. My hips almost come off the bed, it feels so good, and a moan wrenches itself out of my mouth. His fingers are gently sliding over my drenched lower lips, and then he slips two fingers inside and hits something really good. I moan again, not able to control my noises or the way my body is hurtling itself toward climax. Closer, closer, tighter and closer...and then I'm right there, everything unspooling and soaring and free, colors behind my eyelids, indescribable pleasure.
When I can open my eyes again, he's grinning at me with his chin resting on my pubic bone. "Feel good?"
"So good," I say, and beckon him closer. "No, wait, let me get this dress off."
"Yes, take it off," he says, and his voice goes deep. "I want to look at you."
The bedside lamp is plenty of light. I get goosebumps watching him take off each piece of clothing, in between watching me taking off all my clothes. Even though he's already seen my ladyparts, there's something different about showing him all of me. He's so beautiful bare, with muscles marching all the way down to where his treasure trail begins and down below it, on his ass and thighs.
By the time we're both naked, I'm desperate to give him some of the delight he's already given me, and salivating at the prospect of kissing that hard thick shaft of his. I don't waste any time going to my knees and licking the swollen head of it.
He makes a noise in his throat. I look up at him through my lashes, and see that those gorgeous cerulean eyes are half-closed, his mouth half-open. "Delia," he whispers. "Oh, honey, your mouth is a miracle." I lick and stroke and suck, feeling my own body become tense again, needing more of him. I suck some more, until his thighs tremble and he sits down on the bed. "Your turn now," he says, his voice raspy in his throat as he reaches for my round breasts, fingers circling my nipples. "Can't wait to get my mouth on these."
He raises me to my feet, then topples me onto the bed like I weigh feathers.
I don't weigh feathers, but he doesn't seem to notice, or care.
I don't feel like a big girl with him. I feel...just right. I feel complete.
Not complete enough, not yet. The touch of his wet tongue on my sensitive nipples has me moaning again, writhing on the bed, spreading my legs for him and moving his hand to where I want it.
He licks my nipples at the same rhythm as he circles my bud with his fingers, and I'm about to come again when he stops and kisses my mouth before rising from the bed. "Condom," he whispers. He takes my hand and puts it to my groin. "Keep it going, baby. Won't be a minute."
I have never felt bold enough to touch myself in front of a sex partner, but now I do that. I rub my pearl the way he was doing it. I watch him watch me. I watch his cock bob as he watches me touch myself. I watch him put the condom on. "You look so good, Beck. I can't wait to have you inside me."
He visibly shivers, then comes back to me. "Say that again."
"I want you inside me."
"You want what where?" he says, although I know he knows. He's already guiding the head of his cock over my slippery folds, rubbing it over all the sensitive places. "Say it. Please."
"I want your cock in my pussy, Beck," I say, amazed at the rush of desire that overwhelms me as the words leave my mouth. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me so good."
"Oh yes." With that, he slides his hard shaft deep into my channel, and we both moan loud at the feeling. "Fuck yes, Dee, you're like heaven."
"Thought you were gonna take me there," I say boldly, wrapping my legs around his calves and arching my back so he can reach my nipple with his mouth.
"Halfway there already," he says, and then we start the journey in earnest.
Each stroke feels like another step. I lose count of them, but my pleasure never dims. I don't know how long the stairway is, but I think--I think we're nearing the top--and then I reach it. I reach the door at the top where the rainbows live, and I cry out in deep joy.
I hear his long groan, and feel his muscles tense as his whole body goes rigid and then relaxed. He presses kisses to my mouth, my face, my neck. Lets his weight rest on me.
I don't want to be anywhere else in the world just now.