The two of us giggled between our kisses, rolling around on my bed. I scooted myself up, my legs spreading to accommodate his body. His lips fell onto my neck, and he chuckled into my skin as he blanketed me with his muscles. I ran my hands up and down his back. My toes folded into his calves. He kissed down my chest, taking my nipples between his lips and sucking them to painful peaks.
My giggles soon turned to moans as heat pooled between my legs.
I twisted my hands in his hair as he kissed my thighs. I couldn’t control myself. I couldn’t control my need for him. His tongue lapped up my slit, and I rolled my hips against his face, needing more of him as my body begged. He sank his tongue into me. His warmth found my pulsing clit. I raised my hips off the bed, making way for his hands as they slid underneath my ass cheeks.
“Oh shit, Tyler. Yes.”
He moaned into my dripping-wet heat as his tongue pressed into my clit. He swirled it around, forcing my toes to curl as my hips bucked against his. He massaged my ass. My juices dripped down the cracks of my body. His tongue slipped into my entrance and caused my back to arch so deeply, my tits slid off to the side.
I felt myself spiraling off the edge as his tongue flicked my clit.
“Just like that. Just like that. There. There. There, Tyler. Tyler, yes!”
My thighs convulsed around his face, clamping down around his cheeks. He groaned into my body, forcing more juices to slip from my pulsing entrance. My jaw unhinged in silent pleasure. My eyes screwed shut. My heels dug into his strong back as his hands dug into the meat of my ass.
He lapped at me deeply, allowing me the thickness of his tongue so I could grind against it. My head soared and my body floated as he held my hips to his face, like I was a dessert buffet he wanted to feast upon. He allowed me all the control. I gripped his hair and pulled him deeper, grinding my wanton clit against the surface of his tongue.
“I’m gonna come again. I’m gonna come again. Oh, Tyler, thank you. Yes. You feel so—shit.”
He buried his face into my pussy as I came against his lips, only this time I tried to push him away. It was too much. It felt too good. But the more I pushed, the more he followed. I scrambled up the bed, begged him to stop, moaned and groaned as stars burst in my vision.
Pain blurred with pleasure as his tongue kept going, kept lapping at my fluids as he swallowed my juices down. I sat up in bed and pressed my back against my headboard. His eyes fluttered up to mine as he pinned me between his lips and my bed, my legs jumping with every lap he took.
“It’s too much. I can’t. Tyler, I-I-I—I can’t.”
He rushed up, crashing his wet lips against mine. We sank back to the bed as his arm wrapped around me, and I licked myself off his skin. It tasted divine, like the best way to end the best kind of dinner. His cock pulsed at my entrance, and he dripped onto my skin. His hands sank into the excess of my hips as he lined himself up with me, and I swallowed my groans as he slid himself inside.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.”
“Ana. So tight for me. Fuck.”
We rocked against one another, moving in synch as his hands slid up my arms. Our fingers intertwined and my toes ran up the backs of his legs. His cock filled me to the brim as it slid against my fluttering walls. He felt so good, so big, so thick inside me. Our tongues did battle as I rolled him over, and soon I bounced in his lap.
“Fuck, Ana. How beautiful you are. Look at those tits dance for me.”
He reached up and caressed my nipples, drawing a whimper from my throat. I curled my hands into his chest, swiveling my hips as his jaw unhinged. Pleasure coursed over his face. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. He massaged my tits and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in for yet another kiss.
He growled into my lips before he sat us up, and I felt truly connected to him for the first time in days.
I sat in his lap, his cock sheathed inside my warmth. We rolled together, moved together, bucked together as he held me close. Our foreheads collided. I breathed his air. My knees pressed into the mattress as his hands fisted my ass cheeks. He rolled me deeper into him, and I felt him touch places he never had before. I gasped against his lips, pressed kisses to his shoulder. I clung to him as tightly as I could, knowing that it very well could be the last time I ever had him like this.