“Far better than expected,” I say honestly, and her face softens into a smile that wraps around my heart and squeezes tight. Wow, I really like this girl.
“Is there anything I can do to make it extraordinary?” she asks, her voice a deep, breathless whisper full of arousal. Jesus, I like the way I affect her. “Your satisfaction is my top priority, you know.”
I dip my head. “While I appreciate that, right now your satisfaction is my top priority.”
She bites her bottom lip, her lips quirking at the corners. “Right, I understand that’s what the guest wants. That doesn’t mean you’re walking out of here without a smile on your face, too, Wes.”
She sits up, and positions her mouth near my cock and as I stroke from base to tip, and her moan of want thrills me. She reaches out and runs her thumb over my crown, dipping into my pre-cum. She brings it to her mouth and moans as she licks, and it’s all I can do not to shoot down her throat. I fear I’m going to climax as fast as she did, but I love how needy she was. How much she wanted me. Me, the farm boy, not the NHL player. I’m right about that, aren’t I?
“What I want is to put my cock inside your tight, hot pussy, and fuck you until the cows come home.”
She breathes faster, but her eyes are somber, deadpan serious. “You have cows?”
I can’t help but laugh at that. “Yes, of course I have cows. I’m from farm country.”
“These cows.” she blinks rapidly. “Are they lost?”
I laugh at her playfulness. My God, there is so much more to this girl. “Well no, ‘until the cows come home’ is a saying.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ve heard it before. Just messing with you.” She glances at my cock. “Now that I know what kind of equipment the farm boy is working with…” She crooks her finger. “Come here.”
“You ready for me, Charlie? Ready to let me fuck you until you explode all over my cock?” A breathy sound rushes from her lips, and heat moves into her cheeks. She loves the dirty talk, and I’m not even sure she knew that about herself before tonight. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, put so much cum inside you, tomorrow on our hike, it’ll be dripping out of you all day.”
I rub my cock a little harder, and every muscle in my body tightens with need. We both of course know what I’m saying won’t happen. I plan to use a condom. I don’t take chances, and even if a girl tells me she’s on the pill, I still use protection. I’ve seen guys get trapped, and I always have to keep my wits about me. What this is, it’s just dirty talk to fire her up. Hell, it fires me up too. “You’ll feel me, Charlie, and every time you do, I want you to think about what I’m going to do to you when our hike is over and I get you back in this bed. Or better yet, maybe I’ll find a private spot in the woods to take you during our hike, a spot where we can get really dirty.”
“Oh, God, Wes.”
Her hand slides between my legs and she takes my balls into her palm. A light massage that forces me to grind my back teeth to keep it together. She leans forward, opens her mouth and poises her tongue under my crown.
“Holy fuck.” I grip her hair to hold her head back an inch, afraid if she licks me I’ll lose it. But her intent isn’t to lick me. Nope, it’s to catch the droplet spilling from my slit. Jesus Christ, that has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. The drop falls to her waiting tongue, and with no air left in my lungs, I let go of my dick, and drop back to my knees. Disappointment flashes in her eyes.
“I want…”
“It’s about what I want, though,” I remind her. “And right now, I want your legs around my neck and my mouth on your pussy. I need to taste you, Charlie. I need you to come all over my face.”
“Right, sorry,” she whispers, her voice quivering. “If that’s what you want, then I have to oblige.”
I grin at her, and love this sexy game we’re playing. I also love the dreamy look in her eyes. I’ve seen it in the pictures hanging at her family home, and now I’m seeing it again. I’m not sure what she was dreaming of in those photos but right now, it’s clear she’s visualizing my mouth on her everywhere, wanting that every bit as much as I do.
“Yeah, sorry, but you do have to oblige.” I chuckle at our use of sorry. Could we be any more Canadian?
She lays back and I make quick work of her shorts. I breathe in her scent and throw her pajama shorts toward my bag because no way is she getting those back. I’m not really sure why I need a souvenir from this trip, but I do. I dip my head to breathe her in and know without a doubt she’s going to be the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
I lightly circle her sensitive clit, and she writhes beneath me, reaching above her head to grip the pillow like she’s hanging on for the ride. I put her legs around my neck and I stick my tongue out, and she lifts her hips. She moans as she rubs her hot pussy against the tip of my tongue.
“More,” she cries out, but I only allow her to reach the soft tip of my tongue. She moans and rips at the sheets, needy, delirious, just the way I want her. Yeah, I can’t be the only one this crazed right now.
“I’m right here, babe.” I lap at her. “Come take what you need.”
She cries out and reaches for my head. She grips my hair and pulls me to her sweet cunt, and smashes my lips to her sex and I eat at her like a man starved, craving something he never knew he needed until he tasted it. I crawl onto the bed and reach up to shift her higher. In a fast move, I flip, and take her with me, until she’s on top. Her knees go around my head and she sits up, takes her breasts into her hands.
God, she’s beautiful.
I hold her hips and she tries to push down onto my face, but I don’t let her, instead, I hold her high, let her hover above my face, and lick at her clit, light soft strokes that drive her wild, judging by the way she’s throwing her head back and moaning.
“What do you need?” I ask.
“I need to fuck your mouth,” she says without hesitation.