I roll my eyes. Suffocate me? Not a chance. But look, if I had to pick a way to die, I’d drown myself in her pussy any day.
Shaking my head, I pull her down firmly. She gives in this time, moaning at the increased contact. Pleased with her position, I press my middle finger back inside her, pushing up and stroking until she’s squirming, riding my face and gasping for breath. She’s so close. I can feel her pussy clenching, contracting around my finger like a sexy vise.
I add a second finger, pumping into her just a little harder. It only takes a few seconds longer. I growl against her pussy, shaking my head and sucking her little berry of a clit until she loses control. She screams into her upper arm, using it to dampen the sound as her legs shake around my face, her body rolling, almost convulsing over me.
She slides sideways off my face and I help ease her down as she rolls to her back, eyes closed, a giant grin on her lips.
“You look pleased,” I say with a smirk.
“Mmm,” she agrees. “Almost.”
“What do you mean ‘almost’?” I say sitting halfway up to scowl at her.
She turns that heartstopping smile on me and I’m a goner. “You’ve got that big dick out and you haven’t even fucked me with it,” she pouts.
Crawling over her, I lift it up and let it drop against her hip with a smack. “This dick?”
She laughs, reaching her hand up and placing it around the back of my neck. “Yeah, that dick.”
I hitch her leg over my hip, my cock just pressing against her entrance.
“Oh, hang on.” She stretches underneath me, reaching out and grabbing her purse. She pulls out a tiny jar of coconut oil, grinning triumphantly. “Buy it for dry skin, use it in case of huge dick.”
She scoops out a tiny bit and wraps her palm around my cock, stroking me until I’m coated in the oil and so desperate to be inside her that I can’t think straight. Finally, mercifully, she deems me slippery enough.
Pushing into her, I watch as she throws her head back, body arching up to meet mine. “Oh…” she moans. “Please, Mateo.”
She’s hot and wet and tighter than a fist. I have to pause and breathe for a second; my body on edge the second I get inside her.
“Fuck, Julia,” I groan, cradling her head in my hand. She stares into my eyes as I draw back, pressing deep inside her again. Her hand grips my bicep so hard I think she might leave bruises. Something deep and tangible passes between us, gripping my heart in a way that I didn’t know was possible. Pressing my forehead to hers, I thrust deep inside her, reaching down to circle her clit with my fingers.
Julia’s eyes roll back in her head, her hips working with mine until she’s shaking with need. Pleasure grips me, my body tightening up as I hold off. “Come for me,” I growl, my fingers speeding up on her clit. “Christ, I need it, Jules.” My muscles are getting twitchy, I’m so fucking close.
Julia’s death grip on my bicep turns into clawing, fluttering hands and she whimpers, “Yes… Oh, God. Yes. Just like that. Oh, my God, don’t stop!”
Like there’s a chance in hell I even could?
Her voice rises in volume as she gets closer and I press my lips to hers, swallowing her cries and muffling her pleas, trying to keep her from giving us away. No one can see us up here but, hearing is another matter.
She moans against my lips, her body tightening like a bowstring, arching, and then she clamps down around my cock, crying out as the orgasm tears through her. She shudders, body writhing under me, and I can’t hold back another second.
The tension in my body compresses, narrowing into an overwhelming pleasure. My world implodes as I bury myself in her warmth.
“Fuck,” I pant, steadying myself on my elbows so I don’t crush Julia with my weight. I drop my head to her shoulder, trying to get my head to clear.
“Fuck,” she agrees with a throaty laugh.
Pulling out of her kills me just a little bit, but I really don’t want her to get caught out in the open like this. I roll to the side, grabbing her wadded up dress. I pull her up to sitting. Julia’s a willing participant in getting dressed and lets me wrap the dress around her back before she flops back on the blanket, half- ass wrapping it around her. She watches me as I re-tie the bow, a languid smile on her face.
“Now, explain to me how that’s sexy.”
“Which part?” I ask with a grin.
“You dressing me. Tying a little bow like that.”
“Maybe you just like a guy who knows his way around a knot,” I tease as I tuck myself back into my boxers. She watches me with unabashed interest. Christ, she’s sexy.
She arches an eyebrow. “Mm… maybe you’ll have to give me a demonstration later.”