Watching her eyes gloss over, I begin to rock my hips in and out of her hot mouth. The view of her kneeling body, her thighs elegantly pressed together, her physique curvaceous but gently toned, her attention on my cock, is perfection.
Unable to hold my hands at my sides any longer, I frame her head with my palms, holding her still. My vision closes in on me as I fuck her mouth. I tilt her head back, stepping over her slightly to watch the show from a new angle.
I groan as my cock meets the back of her throat. Her tongue protests, flipping around, making the sensation even better. Watching every second, I use her sweet mouth, slowing down when I feel too good, wanting to savour the experience.
After a while, her lips swell, her cheeks glow and flush, and I know she’s getting overwhelmed, so I give my good girl what she wants. “Swallow it all down, baby. You worked so hard for it.” She moans around my cock, setting a boil inside my abdomen.
A deep rumble fills my chest as pounding heat wraps around my balls, rocketing my climax from me. In awe, I watch it spill out, filling her pink cheeks. Her eyes widen, the light above us illuminating the metallic freckles within them. I don’t let her go until her throat rolls, swallowing every drop I shot into her warm, wet depth.
My hands stroke her cheeks as I release my grip. Grinning at her, I stumble backwards, my satisfied cock sliding free. She beams, her perfect teeth peeking out; she’s proud of herself.You should be, baby.
Reaching down, I help her climb to her feet, relishing the fact she is completely naked. I want her naked whenever we are alone. Her hair is wild around her face, so I smooth it down her head and neck. “Well,fuck.” I brush my finger along her red puffy lips that are still slick with moisture.
This face. . .
I kiss her lips, hums rumbling from both of our chests. I want more of her. Want my fill. Lifting her up and wrapping her legs around my waist, I sit her sexy arse on my hands. I stride to the bed, then throw her on it. A gasp leaves her as she bounces on the mattress right before I crawl up her body, intent on licking every inch of her lush olive skin. She drops back, allowing me to hover over her. “My turn.”
Lowering myself to her breast, I lick the erect tanned nipple on top, flicking it and drawing it into my mouth. I cup the outer swell, massaging the flesh, plumping it, and feeling the soft, lithe mound, the epitome of femininity. Everything I like about a woman. She arches her back on a gentle sweet moan, offering me more to take. Deep hums vibrate in my throat as I mouth her and think about nothing but her.
Her lightly salted skin.
Her gentle mewling sounds.
I trail my fingertips down her belly, and it quivers. Stopping at the little black strip of hair between her thighs, I play with the strands. She lifts her pelvis off the bed, titling, begging me to push my fingers inside her. I grin around her nipple, not doing as she silently commands. I may be in the collar, but she has my scent all over her, has plump red lips from sucking me dry, and the remnants of my cum in her mouth. That all screamsmine.
All mine.
With that thought, my cock tingles. Unable to pull my lips away from her perfect tits and the slight dewiness of her skin but needing to fill her pussy more than she needs me to, I dip my fingers lower. Her hands slide into my hair, my scalp rippling as she strokes through the short strands with her nails.
I slide my fingers along the length of the most perfect lips before pushing them open and stroking the pulsing inner folds. Her hips pivot up and down; her pussy is greedy as all fuck, but I want to feel every inch of her. I want this. This is for my pleasure just as much as hers.
After a few minutes of playing with her, I push two fingers inside, curling them and twisting them, duelling with the muscles that react and squeeze me. I groan from deep within my chest, the feeling so beautiful. So female. Her body is incredible.
And I’m lost in it.
In my beautiful distraction.
She sucks me in, her essence like a mist that surrounds us, making every other part of my life hard to see and easy to forget. And thank fuck for that. It’s been years since I’ve felt this kind of peace.
My hand releases her breast, my mouth slides her nipple free, and I crawl down her flat, soft stomach to get to my personal brand of drug. I can smell her juices before I even taste them, hot, salty, feminine.
I’m a big guy, so my legs hang from the bed and fuck that. I grip her thighs, dragging her along the mattress until her backside hangs just off the edge. She gasps, and it is hot as fuck. Her plump arse shuffles, her legs bending further to keep her feet firmly planted on the mattress.
“Beautiful.” I breathe out the word, staring at the slit between her legs, the cute little hole below. “If you could see what I can see, baby. Fuck me.”
Dropping to my knees in front of her, I trail my tongue along her leg until I reach her lips, kissing them straight away, unable to tease myself and her any longer. I pull the soft skin into my mouth, sucking on it, then trail my tongue inside the valley between. She groans, shuffling her arse around.
I thread my hands under her arse so I can feed her to me and lick her single-mindedly. Bringing all her flavours into my mouth, I swallow them because they are mine. I tongue her opening, dipping in and out. In and out. Fuck me, she tastes too good, it’s almost dangerous.
Addictive.
While I kiss her, taking my time, slow and steady licks that have my cock thrumming against my abdomen, I forget everything else. She really is a distraction. Consuming me. My entire body awake, hard, quivering, wanting, needing, her.
Only her.
Nothing else. My only responsibility is to her. But I don’t lose myself. . . It doesn’t feel like that. . . It feels like I find myself in her, in the gentle tilt of her hips, in the clenching and pulsing of her pussy, in her beautiful flavours, in her broken feminine moans.
I find what I want -her.