With one last look at him pushing inside of me, his gaze returns to me. “Sorry, I was taking a mental picture of being the luckiest man alive to sink inside your sweet, wet pussy.” His hips begin their journey, and then my hands are in his hair while I’m moaning his name.
“Baby, that shit is hot as fuck, but please, don’t wake Jetpack, or we’ll have to stop.”
It’s totally insane that I want him to fuck me harder for mentioning my son, but I do.
His lips come to mine and I prepare for an electric kiss but instead, his mouth brushes against mine as he asks, “do you want me to rub your clit while I fuck you? Can you come without it?”
I shake my head, not even one bit embarrassed. G-spot orgasms are not something every woman has easily, including myself. Granted, I never had anyone look for my g-spot besides my Rabbit vibrator.
I don’t expect Beau to be only the second to discover it, and I don’t put that kind of pressure on him. I tell him the truth because I want to have good sex, I don’t want to pretend I’m having good sex. I’m done with that shit.
He doesn’t promise me he’ll be different, that this will be the time that I magically explode all around him and that he will be the master to unlock my body’s pleasures. Instead, he reaches between us and starts rubbing my swollen, wet clit, telling me all the while how good I feel.
“God, your pussy is so tight. And you are so wet, baby, I’m having a hard time not losing my mind.”
Rolling his hips, he changes the angle he fucks me by pulling back a bit, still letting the fat pad of his thumb stroke my clit endlessly. Excitement sizzles through my veins as the pressure between my legs builds.
Hollowing me, I watch as he stares at my breasts while he slams into me, his eyes growing hooded as my tits jiggle.
“Goddamn, Beck, you’re perfect,” he says, still just staring at my tits as he strokes my clit and fucks me faster, the gentle scrape of his balls against my ass making my need to cum coil tighter, burn brighter, feeling that much more undeniable.
Fucking me harder and faster, he groans, and all of Beau’s sex sounds are so freaking hot, I can barely handle it. Every gritted-jaw moan, each breathy exhale—he sends me closer to the edge, ready to freefall into total body pleasure at any second. When the edges of my vision grow dark, and my breathing becomes more frantic, I know I’m close.
His groin slams into mine, his cock so deep inside that I reach down between us and push against my lower belly, addicted to the absolute fullness. Sweat beads along his hairline, and when I press my hand to his face to push it away, our eyes lock.
We’re breathing hard or hardly breathing; I don’t even know at this point. With my fingers sieving through his silky hair, he lowers his head to one of my breasts and I get lost in the sight of his pink lips sealing around my puckered, dark nipple.
His first suck is gentle but still draws out a moan from deep inside me. His hips move again and this time the small, delicate movements inside me prove to be just as erotic as the hard, slamming strokes.
Every way he moves inside of me or touches me lights me on a fire so bright the world could see me if they were looking.
“Is this okay?” he asks, his lips tickling my nipple.
“Yes,” I breathe, holding back the “don’t stop” that lurches up my throat. I don’t need to say it, because as soon as he hears my yes, he’s back on, sucking gently.
He moves inside me again, slowly pumping his hips, dragging his swollen cock in and out of my wet pussy, over and over as he suckles my breast, drinking me.
A burning tingle starts around my collarbone, sweeping down the entirety of my breast, and it’s a feeling I know too well. Instinctively, my knees come up a little and my legs widen, anticipating Beau’s next move.
He groans, sultry and smokey. My hand skates from his shoulder to his throat, where I gently wrap it and wait. A moment later, his Adam’s apple slides beneath my grip as he swallows me.
“I feel that,” I moan, tipping my head back as he pumps into me harder, sucking me the same way.
He pops off my nipple with a slurp. “Fuck, baby, you are… god, you’re so good. You’re everything,” he pants before sealing his hungry mouth to my breast and suckling me again. I hold his throat gently while he fucks me, his pace increasing with each desperate swallow of my sweet milk.
With his elbow to the mattress and his hand keeping my breast to his mouth, his other hand continues to rub my clit but when his latch breaks and warm milk dribbles down my breast, the spool of orgasm inside my belly begins to unwind.
His tongue drags over my flesh, lapping the stream of milk, and I come undone completely.
“I’m cumming,” I say, though right when I say it, his hips still between my open legs and his cock swells something fierce. My cunt spasms all around him, and god, does it feel different cumming on a fat, perfect cock with a man I’m attracted to. It’s never felt like this before.
I hold his head against my breast, cumming in hard waves to the soundtrack of his swallows and groans, and when I think I can’t stand one more orgasmic second–he hollows me. Milk glistens on his swollen bottom lip as he wraps his palm around his cock, rocking to his knees. He strokes himself just once before cum jets from the capped head, ribboning across my sweaty body.
He cums on my tits, he cums on my belly, he strokes and he cums and it’s the best twenty seconds ever. Bringing him to the point of this explosion is the hottest thing I’ve ever done. And seeing me on his lips, feeling him drink me down– “God, Beau,” I pant, running my hands through his hot cum all over my body. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
His broad chest rises and falls as he attempts to catch his breath, but his hand is still idly stroking his cock like he can’t stand for the moment to end.
I smile and nudge his hip with my leg. “Hey, now I need another shower and you’re not going to leave me off balance, are you?”