"I do, and that’s the problem," she confesses. "Before I met you, I didn’t think I could revel in the rawness of what sex could be between two people."
I draw her scent into my lungs and my cock throbs. "Jesus, baby, your scent is my downfall."
She half laughs. "I don’t know why that turns me on."
"Because you feel the same way. I’ve caught you sniffing me, too."
"I don’t." She scoffs.
"Sure you do. Nothing wrong with that. It’s how animals recognize their mates."
She stills. "Is that what we are?" she asks in a small voice.
I glance up toward her face. "Aren’t we?"
She swallows. "Jack, I—"
I grip the waistband of her lacy panties and tear them off.
She yelps. "Oh, my god." She squeezes her thighs together. Unbelievable. I haven’t even touched her, and she’s already so turned on.
"How aroused are you, baby, show me?"
She hesitates then parts her legs further. The pink-brown of her pussy lips glisten. A fat drop of cum slides along her inner thigh. I bend to lick it up. She gasps and her body jerks. She closes her bent knees, locking them around my neck. My face is smothered against her pussy but I’m not complaining. I grip her hips then swipe my tongue up her pussy lips. She groans, then thrusts her pelvis up and toward my mouth. I stab my tongue inside her wet slit, and her entire body jolts. Her back arches off the mattress and I begin to tongue fuck her in earnest.
I’d wanted to take my time with her, but the days without her, the yearning for her, the need to be with her—not just to hold her in my arms, but actually wanting to talk to her, to look into her eyes as she laughs, to hear her voice, pit my wits against her… I miss all of that. I miss her. The loss of her was a Lena-shaped hole in my life that nothing and no one else can fill. And then, there’s her pussy. My favorite dessert in the entire world, which I’ll never get enough of. I tilt my head and curl my tongue inside her melting core. She whines. I squeeze her butt cheeks, then swipe my tongue from rear hole to clit, then again. I curl my tongue around her swollen bud and she rears up.
"Jack, Jack, Jack, please," she yells.
I don’t let up. I scoop up her cum and smear it between her arse cheeks, then slide my finger inside her. A jolt thuds through her. That’s when I slide my other hand up, squeeze her nipple and bite down on her clit.
She screams as she shatters. Her entire body shudders. Moisture bathes my tongue, clings to my mouth and my chin. She loosens her thighs, and I crawl up and close my mouth over hers. She parts her lips and I kiss her deeply—tasting her essence, dancing my tongue over hers, dragging it across her teeth, the seams of her lips. She shudders, writhes under me and tugs on her restraints. I rise up to my knees between her legs, tear off my shirt and fling it aside. Then shove my pants down. My cock jumps out—large, throbbing, engorged with the need to be inside her.
"Jack," she moans, and my balls tighten. I squeeze the base of my shaft, then slide up until I’m poised over her face.
"Open your mouth, baby."
"Jack," she licks her lips. Then does as I ordered. I place the tip of my dick on the rim of her mouth, then bury my fingers in her hair.
"Suck me off, girl."
Before the words are out of my mouth, she rears up. My shaft slides across her tongue and hits the back of her throat. She gags but doesn’t stop. She closes her mouth around my length, then hollows her cheeks. A line of fire detonates out from the point of contact.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I tug on her hair.
She groans… moans… saliva drips down her chin. She pulls back, draws in a breath, and pants.
"Just like that, baby. Take another breath."
She does. That’s when I feed her my cock again. This time, my shaft slips past her gag reflex. I wrap my fingers around the front of her throat and groan. "I can feel my length down your gullet."
Tears squeeze out from under the blindfold. I scoop them up and bring my fingers to my mouth. I suck on my fingers and the salty-sweet taste of Lena fills me. Something shifts in my chest. My heart begins to race. My pulse pounds behind my eyes. "I’m going to fuck your mouth, baby."
58
Lena
Fuck me. Take me. Own me. Possess me.The words seem to boil up from somewhere deep inside. I tug on my hands, but of course, they’re restrained. I try to peer from under my blindfold, but there’s no space. The scent of him envelops me, though. The taste of him is heavy in my mouth. The heat of his body pushes down on my chest, holding me captive. He fists my hair and my scalp tingles. I moan and his cock jerks down my throat. It seems to swell further, pushing up and into the walls of my mouth. He pulls out until he’s once again positioned at the seam of my lips, then slides down my throat. I gag again, then swallow. A groan rumbles from him. He repeats the movement, and again, and again. Each time he fills my mouth he feels bigger, harder, more urgent. My core swells, the pulse between my legs so loud it seems to pound through my blood. I squeeze my legs together, try to clamp down on the yawning emptiness in my core.