“Good girl,” he says, making me melt a little, “You remember.”
“And then that means the Big Dipper is…there, right?” I point.
“Perfect. And do you remember how to find the Little Dipper from there?”
“Um…the outer two stars of the bowl line up with the handle, right?”
“Very good,” he tugs me over to him and kisses the top of my head to punctuate the praise.
I turn in his arms and look up at him. He gazes down at me, making my heart flutter. And I realize that sure, I might get some butterflies from Stephen, but it’s just because he’s a novelty. He’s new in my life, and I’m not used to being around him. The crush-y feelings will fade with time. But Joel? Joel still gives me butterflies after eight years, and I’m not about to give that up.
I pull him down for a kiss, the stubble on his face scraping my cheek. And suddenly I find myself wanting to feel that stubble scraping other parts of me. I draw him closer, a little moan slipping from my lips.
To my disappointment, he pulls back, but the look on his face tells me it’s not because he isn’t in the mood. “Let’s at least get into the house first,” he chuckles, “Something tells me our neighbors wouldn’t be thrilled to see me railing you on our front lawn.”
“Very true,” I giggle.
A little voice in the back of my mind wonders what Stephen would think, but I ignore it, instead breaking into a run towards our house and making Joel chase me, all the way inside and up the stairs.
His legs are so much longer than mine, I know he could catch me easily, but he waits until we’re past the threshold of the bedroom to overtake me, sweeping my limp, giggling body into his arms. He kisses me until I’m pleading for a break to catch my breath, and during that break, he strips me bare and tosses me onto the bed.
I squirm, feeling needy and vulnerable, but he doesn’t take long to peel off his own clothes and join me. His cock is already standing at attention and I expect him to just dive right in, but to my surprise, he kneels between my thighs and when he shoves them apart, he bends down to smother them in kisses.
My breath hitches. Joel’s tongue explores the soft skin where my inner thigh meets my torso, then higher, teasing and torturing. “Baby, please,” I whimper.
“Please what?” he demands.
“Stop teasing and either use that tongue or that cock to make me cum,” I fire back.
Dirty talk isn’t exactly my strongest suit, but it has the desired effect. He chuckles and murmurs “Good girl,” before burying his face in my cunt and lapping eagerly at my clit.
I let out a howl and grip the back of his head, my fingers digging into the silky softness of his hair. “Oh, fuck, yes, Joel, yes, oh, fuck, just like that,” I moan incoherently.
His tongue traces patterns that I can’t make sense of, but they feel amazing. He sucks on my clit lightly and I fucking see stars. And as he’s eating me out, he slowly slips a finger into my pussy, then another, pumping them in and out of me while his mouth attacks my clit.
He works my body with practiced skill, like an expert pianist playing his favorite concerto. And before long, I explode in orgasm around him, my whole body shuddering and shaking as I wail in release.
He laps up the arousal dripping from my pussy before straightening up and shifting forward. He glances at my face, and we don’t need to speak for me to tell him that I’m ready for more.
He sinks inside me, his shaft stretching and filling me, and I feel my eyes roll back in my head as his hips start to rock.
He grips my hips, angling me just so that with every thrust of his cock, he’s managing to stimulate my clit. He’s mastered the position, and the pleasure is overwhelming.
He knows my body, probably better than I do, because the pleasure he gives me is better than anything I can pull off on my own.
Before long, I’m cumming again, screaming his name as my body convulses. My climax frequently seems to trigger his, or vice versa, so it’s not long before I hear the raspy grunt that signifies his release, and feel the heat of his load pouring inside me.
There are few sensations in this world I enjoy as much as the feeling of him twitching and pulsing inside me when he cums. But the feeling of him pulling me close after, still inside me, kissing my forehead and murmuring that he loves me?
I can’t imagine anything better.
Chapter Five
Joel
There are few pleasures in life better than waking up to the aromas of freshly brewed coffee and cooking bacon. Although compared to last night, it’s honestly just a cherry on top.
Hanging out with two of my favorite people had been enough by itself to make for a good evening, but then when Kris had gotten heated in the middle of our front yard…well, the night had taken an even more fun turn.