His hand taunts my clit, grazing it when he knows perfectly well how to clamp down. I open my mouth to tell him what I want, but I kind of like the silence. It’s like we’re trying to get away with something, like teenagers secretly making out in a movie theater. Staying quiet except for the occasional moan, I writhe against him and let his caresses drive me crazy. But I want to drive him just as crazy. I want to be the best fuck he’s ever had.
Abruptly turning around, I kiss him quickly from his chest to his torso, licking his six-pack. He has the perfect body in my opinion. His tan is faded, but it’s so much better than my winter paleness. Maybe I should have fit in a trip to Hawaii during the break.
Reaching for his hard-on, I go down on him. He groans and lets me blow him. I suck as long and hard as I can, relishing the way his cock flexes in my mouth. Moving up and down, I make sure as much of my tongue as possible drags along his shaft. I lick the underside of his crown until he fists a hand in my hair, then swallow him as deeply as I can while I squeeze his balls.
Given how much I crave him inside of me, I should probably stop, but I want to make him come. I want to feel some ownership over him, too. I want him to desire me at least half as much as I desire him. Pushing past my gag reflex, I take all of him. He lifts his hips, thrusting lightly. His hand tightens in my hair. With my free hand, I touch myself. I love going down on him and wonder what it would be like if we switched roles for a scene. Would he let me use the electroplay equipment on him? Maybe I’d pay him back a little for letting in Andrian.
Kai groans.That’s it. Come in me.
I sink my fingers into my pussy, but it’s nowhere near as good as having his cock.
“You’re going to make me come, princess,” he warns.
Briefly coming off him, I grin impishly. “A girl’s got to start the day off with a good breakfast.”
I gaze into his eyes, showing him how hungry I am before going back down on him. He presses his cock into my throat. I tug at his scrotum. My fingers find his perineum. My cheeks are sore from sucking, but I don’t stop. I want my win/triumph.
A few minutes later, I reach my goal. His body tenses. Warm, tangy semen fills my mouth while he roars. I drink it down, milking every last drop from his flexing, pulsing cock. Having claimed my win, I climb up his body and ravage his mouth, making him taste himself on me while I hump his thigh. Grabbing me, he rolls me onto my back and sinks his fingers into me. I gasp. He’s touching the back of my clit, inside me. His thumb rubs my outer clit.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I murmur.
He smiles as his gaze locks with mine. His fingers curl in and out. My jaw drops at how much pressure can build inside me. It’s like my desire is a ten-ton weight, waiting to be released.
“Can I come?” I remember to ask.
When he doesn’t respond right away, I worry. I can’t not come. Not when it feels this incredible. My orgasm is coming at me like a runaway freight train, and there’s no stopping it.
He intensifies his motions, his fingers making sloshing, squishing sounds as he pounds into my pussy. Tension grips my lower body. I probably should have asked to go to the bathroom because I have that sensation.
Please let me come.
“I’m going to count down from ten,” he says, “then you can come.”
“I don’t know if—”
“Ten…nine…”
Okay, okay. I’ll hold it. Right now I can’t tell if I’m going to come or piss. Or both.
“…eight…seven.”
I whimper.
“Six.”
Hurry!
“Five…four…”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Three.”
Oh no.
“Two…”
One!!!