A second later, my thoughts break because he’s on the bed again and he’s crawling over me. He’s settling himself between my thighs and I notice that his lips are all glossy and swollen. From my pussy I think, and I love it.
I also love that he’s slowly covering me with his body like a warm, summery shadow.
And then his dick — the thing he was distracting me from — settles on my belly and here he is.
Over me and braced on his elbows.
He licks his lips as he stares down at me and I realize that it’s not only his mouth that’s glossy, it’s also his jaw.
“I… Is that…”
“You,” he rumbles, his eyes blazing. “Yeah, you drenched my fucking mouth, Bubblegum.”
“D-drenched?”
His shining lips twitch. “And my jawandmy throat.”
I squirm beneath him, feeling his dick rubbing on my stomach. “I-I’m not…”
“It’s called squirting.”
My eyes widen. “It is not.”
“You squirted.”
“I did not.”
I did. I so did.
Because the way I came tonight was different than all the other times I’ve made myself come. I’m still coming actually. My pussy is still fluttering and twitching and I can feel my juices running down my core, smeared on my thighs.
“I guess, me doing you raw and fucking your tits really gets you going, huh,” he teases.
I grip his obliques and scratch. “It does not.”
He chuckles, leaning closer. “It almost made me blow in my fucking pants.”
“It did not,” I breathe out, amazed.
Oh God, what’s wrong with my vocabulary?
Where are all the words?
“Yeah, you were so hot, coming like that.”
“Is that… Is that normal?”
“You wanna be normal, baby?”
I think about it. Then shake my head. “No.”
“Yeah? Then what do you wanna be?”
That’s easy.
Quite possibly, the easiest thing I’ve ever had to answer.
“Your good girl,” I whisper.