Sweet Jesus, I love when she says things like that to me. “Ride me, babe. Rub your hot cunt all over my face until you come. I want to taste every last drop.”
A hard quake goes through her body as I release the hold on her body and let her settle on my face. She puts her hands on her thighs, spread wide around my head and rolls her hips, using my face to get herself off and I fucking love it. She rocks against me, and my fingers bite into the soft flesh at her hips as I follow the movement of her body. My cock throbs, completely jealous of my face, but his turn is coming…literally.
“Wes…I’m so close. I can’t believe…” Her words drift off in the night, replaced by a sharp keening cry that strokes my aching dick and a second later she’s tumbling into a clitoral climax and releasing on my face. I tighten my hold on her hips and center her over my mouth. I put my tongue inside her, to give her something to clench onto and the room closes in on me as her flavor explodes on my tongue.
Fuck, how can she taste so goddamn good? I don’t know but I want more, every fucking inch of this woman. I want my cock in her mouth, in her sweet pussy, between her luscious tits, fucking and claiming all of her. I know we don’t have a future and I don’t even care how insane that sounds right now, but I’m fucking lost in her.
I let her ride out the waves and once she’s done, I flip her over. I study her face, her half-closed eyes, and my heart thumps double time. I touch her cheek, and with her liquid release wetting my face, I press my lips to hers. She moans and slides her hands around my back.
“I need to be inside you,” I say.
Her lids open, and she swallows. “If it’s what you want,” she teases.
I go still. “Is it what you want, Charlie?”
Her eyes open wider, and while I don’t want her thinking too hard, don’t want reality to invade upon this fantasy, I desperately need to hear it.
“It’s everything I want.”
My throat tightens as need and want claw their way to the surface, and I ignore the drumming beat behind my eyes warning I might be opening myself up too much here.
“Condom,” I say. Her eyes go wide, but I quickly address her concern. “I have one, don’t worry.”
I reach over the bed to grab my shorts and fish out a condom. I go back onto my heels between her spread legs, wide open and waiting for me. Jesus. I can’t seem to take my eyes off her hot pussy, the way her release glistens on her soft folds. My stupid fingers, so anxious and needy, fumble with the foil and she takes it from me.
She finds the tear and opens it, and questioning eyes meet mine.
“I don’t know, babe. If you touch me, I might explode.”
“If you come, you come. We have all night, Wes,” she whispers, and my heart twists into knots. Is she serious? She wants this as much as I do, and she’s not upset that I might shoot off and blow it. Other women…let’s just say, they wanted no rookie mistakes from the boy known as the Rookie. My face twists, and I grind my teeth to keep it together and she smiles at me, aware how close I am to losing it as she sheathes me.
Her touch is so soft, so gentle, I force myself to think about other things, like the game, the early morning practices, the cold rink.
She falls back onto the bed, and takes her gorgeous breasts into her hands. I can’t take my eyes off her as she widens her legs in invitation. “What was that you said about needing to be inside me?”
My cock throbs, and I lightly brush her damp sex. “So pretty,” I murmur and fall over her, shifting to position my cock at her sweet opening.
“Wes,” she murmurs, and I inch back to see her face. “I want to feel you dripping out of me tomorrow.”
“Holy fuck, Charlie.”
“When I feel it, I’m going to remember this right here.” She writhes beneath me, her hot cunt brushing against my crown. “I’m going to remember how good you make me feel.”
“You don’t have to hang on to this memory, Charlie.” Why then am I keeping her shorts? “I’m going to fuck you so many times this weekend, I’m going to be dripping out of you for weeks.”
A whimper of want catches in her throat. “God, I hope the cows never come home,” she murmurs with a small laugh as she puts her legs around me, and I power into her. She gasps as her soft body opens up to accept every inch of me, and I keep driving until I hit her cervix, which brings on another low moan of pleasure from her. Her hot heat squeezes me tight, and I move against her.
Her hands slide around my back, and she drags my skin with her nails, marring my flesh. I love it. I want the scars on my back. I want the reminder. I inch out, meet her gaze, and hold it as I groan and slide back in.
“Wes, that is so good,” she cries and bites against my shoulder. She’s right, it is good. Honestly, her body fits with mine so well, it makes sex that much better than it’s ever been before.
Her knees squeeze my sides, and she cups my face, and brings my lips to hers. Our tongues tangle in a flash of need, and her sweet little moans stroke my balls until they’re tight, ready to explode. I strive to hang on as her muscles milk my orgasm, and I fuck her harder, nice long smooth strokes to take her body to where it needs to go again. I glance at her and her eyes roll back in her head. I push my pelvis against her clit, grind it with each downward thrust, and my name spills from her tongue as she releases around me in a rush of heat. Incredible.
I love seeing her like this, so open, so ridiculously aroused that she doesn’t have a care in the world and I sense that’s not really like her. No, this girl carries a lot on her shoulders in the run of a day and I’m glad I could help her escape reality, even if it’s just for this weekend.
What if I want more?
That thought hits like a puck to the teeth, and I push it back. More with her is out of the question, right?