White forms on the peaks of her breast, sliding down her velvety skin with ease as she continues to milk her nipples. That’s what does it.
I bring my body as close to hers as possible, standing between her spread legs on the counter. The first rope of cum rockets across her belly, dousing her tit, and even making it to the underside of her chin. The next few are not quite as ambitious, but by the time I'm a panting mess, she’s covered in me.
“I was going to say you win, but,” she motions a hand down her cum covered core. “I think I won. That was so fucking hot.”
“Yeah?” I ask, still a little breathless. I didn’t ask her ahead of time if I could paint her body in my cum but she seems to have really liked it.
She nods, eyes wide. “I think I have a little cum fetish.”
“Round two is going to be very easy if you keep talking like that.”
She leans in and brings her lips to mine without quite touching. “I like your cum on me.”
I kiss her and pull back. “I do, too.”
“Remember when you said you’ve never tasted your cum, but you would if I wanted you to?”
I nod. “Yes.” My heart beats excitedly at whatever she has planned. Reaching back, she takes a rag off the counter and runs it across her belly, cleaning up most of the mess. Another few swipes, and she’s almost completely clean.
Except for the cum on one of her breasts.
My dick is starting to get hard again. I think she’s going to have me lick it off, and while I don't relish eating that much of my cum–there’s quite a bit painted across her areola and nipple–I would do it for her. And for an opportunity to have her tit on my tongue again.
But with a quick smirk, she lifts her breast and seals her mouth around her nipple, her tongue sweeping the cum inside as she swallows.
“Oh Jesus, Beck,” I groan, lurching forward to cup my still naked and hard-again cock.
“I just wanted to see if you would,” she says with a sultry smile. “But hop up, lie down across the counter, put your head in my lap.”
Oh shit.Oh shit.Oh god, I grip my cock and do as she says, completely aware of what’s coming and completely unprepared for how much I fucking want it.
With my head in her lap, she lowers one of her breasts to my mouth. When I attempt to latch down on her nipple, she yanks it free, sending a few drops of milk to splatter across my lips and chin.
“Ah-ah,” she warns with a grin. Plopping it back down over my mouth, this time, I explore her nipple with slow passes of my tongue, never trying to seal my lips around it. She lets me play before lifting it up, kneading it over my face as milk drips onto me. I start fisting myself, pumping hard, at the edge of my orgasm already. This woman. She is goddess-level erotic.
“I want you to spend the night. Jett’s sleeping over at my mom and dad’s, but I wanted us to have… privacy.” She lowers her nipple onto my tongue and this time she allows me to latch. I suck her deep and hard and long and love how the warm, sweet stream floods my throat.
I nod to tell her of course, I’ll spend the night, and she strokes one hand against my scalp, sending a trail of goosebumps down my spine. Her hand comes to my face, thumb tenderly stroking my cheekbone as I devour her.
“I’m going to let you have a little more; then I’m going to ride you, Beau, because you deserve to be fucked hard.” She twists her torso, sinking her other breast into my mouth. I pump my cock even harder, not even sure if I can make it until she crawls in my lap. I’d much rather blow in her pussy than my palm, but with the way she's tenderly holding my head as I nurse, I don’t honestly know if I can make it.
“Then we’re going to my house to sleep in a bed together,like a couple.”
As soon as I feel the stabbing ache crawl up my shaft, she pushes my face away, causing her breast to slip free from my mouth. She scooches out from underneath me, crawling onto the countertop, slinking over me like a hungry cheetah.
Watching her reach down and center my cock at her opening is so hot that I have to squeeze my eyes closed for a brief reprieve.
Her pussy is tight, wet, and warm when she lowers herself down on me fully. I groan and open my eyes, keeping my gaze on her face.
Her expression is dazed as she moans, barely bouncing in my lap as she ducks a little to stay under the cabinets above. Her small, quick grinds down on my cock have me gritting my teeth.
“Cum inside me, Beau. I want to feel it.”
That’s the last straw. I cum hard, my body curling as my head slams into the cabinets above. She rides me as she smooths her hand over my head, where I bumped, pushing me back down. My hips lift off the counter a little, my body’s natural and desperate instinct to cum as deep inside her as I can.
When I’m nothing but a softening shaft and panting mess, she crawls off me. I reach overhead and grab a towel, passing it to her to press between her legs.
We clean up quickly, and she shows me the kilns, promising a detailed tour and explanation tomorrow. It’s late, and we’re both exhausted. And I want to get to our sleepover.