“Special? You’re a fucking work of art, darlin’.” My body heats at his praise.
“Thank you.”
“I can feel you soaking right through those panties, and darlin’, I’m not gonna lie, I really, really, fucking need inside of you.” I’ve never done foreplay before, so I’m not sure how long it’s supposed to last, but I mirror his sentiments.
“I’d really, really, like that too.” He glares as I return his desire. Being playful with Hale has eased so much of the anxiety and stress I’ve been feeling. Knowing I can do or say what I want with him makes it easier to slip away and slide my panties down my legs without feeling shy or worried that he won’t like what he sees.
“Gorgeous,” he hisses when I reach for his boxers. “Come up here.” My quizzical look must give me away. “Sit on my face,” he growls.
“What? No, that’s insane.” My mouth protests, but my body screams for me to do it.
“No, it’s not. I need a taste of that pussy before I fuck you until we both pass out.” I feel my lips form an “O” in surprise. I’ve never had anyone speak to me like that before. He’s forceful, dirty, and to the point. “Climb up here, Laken. Don’t make a starving man wait for you.”
“How?” Crawling up the bed, I wait for his instruction.
“Legs on either side of my head, slip your feet under my biceps, and give me that pussy.” My entire body shivers as I do what he says. I’m barely in a position to balance myself when I feel his tongue flick out. “Fucking blueberries. One day you’ll have to share that secret, but for now, let your man eat your golden treasure.”
His lips and teeth join in the foray as I feel him explore my nether region. Sucking, licking, biting until something explosive begins to build in my belly, and I lose my breath. “Hale, Hale, oh god. Hale!” I scream his name as my body collapses forward, and pleasure explodes from every part of my body. Nothing feels left untouched. I quiver and quake in ways I’ve never even experienced at my own hand.
“Don’t you fucking move,” Hale growls when I’m about to lift myself off. My eyes drop to his, and the lust in his stormy blue orbs is identical to anger. “I need more. That was not nearly enough.”
My head shakes. “I can’t take more. I’ve never felt anything like that before.” His wicked grin is filled with sexual ego.
“Fine. Sit on that fat cock instead, but you should know I’m not going to last long.” I don’t believe I’m exaggerating, either. “Give me your mouth first.” He licks his lips as I climb off, and I hesitate at first, but I know we will share so much more than this in the future.
As soon as our lips touch, he sucks my bottom one into his mouth before forcing his tongue past, and as I get a taste of him, of me on his tongue, I find I agree with Hale. “Blueberries. I don’t know how.”
Hale
Innocence, man.
The appreciation for it is underrated in many fucking ways.
Biting my lip to hide the hiss as I feel her warm fingers encircle my dick, holding it still as she attempts to roll the condom over the top is like fucking torture. Beautiful, painful, erotic, torture.
“Yup, there you go. Done.” Holding my breath, I observe Laken. Waiting to see distress enter her eyes as she swings a leg across my hips like an old hat. She thinks she has no idea what she’s doing, but her body is guiding the way. Telling her without words or fear, exactly what she wants and how to do it.
“You’re sure I won’t hurt you?” She thinks that by sitting on my dick, she’s going to break the fucking thing. Right now, it’s hard as steel. Ain’t nothing fucking this up for the horny bastard.
“Positive.” Being tied up is another form of agony. Allowing her to maintain control is a beautiful sight but not touching her is pure hell on me.
With a bit more confidence, Laken reaches between us and holds my cock steady as she agonizingly lowers herself onto me. “Shit,” I hiss, my hips bucking up into her. “Sorry,” I groan the word out. It’s bliss and agony in stereo.
“Am I hurting you?” I force my eyes open to reassure her.
“No, not hurt. But darlin’, it’s pure fucking torture.” The cutest blush creeps up her chest as she realizes what I mean and continues her torment of me.
“Sorry.” Her sly smile belies anything but.
I continue to curse because she’s a stunning sight as she gains a rhythm to satisfy herself. Moving her hips back and forth, side to side. Gently, sweetly, she’s exploring this thing between us, and no matter how much I strain at my binds and long to hold onto her, show her what I like, too, I won’t fucking move. Not until she asks me to.
Her walls ripple and tense around my cock, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the orgasm of a lifetime, but I hold on, waiting for her.
Patience.I just need patience.
When her hands drop back behind her, resting on my thighs, and she grinds her pretty little clit against the base of my shaft, I nearly lose it. Deep, tight, fucking perfect. Her pussy was made for this. Made for me.
“Fuck, darlin’, take everything you need.” Throwing her head back, the soft tips of her hair tickling my thighs, tits pointing in the air, all I want is to reach up and touch her.