Still Waters (Lover's Lake)

She crossed her pale arms and lifted her sweatshirt over her head in one smooth exodus. Her bra was light blue, satin and lace, and it matched her panties. I already knew, because I’d seen it before. But this time it was for me and adrenaline coursed through me like a roller coaster at a theme park.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said.

Tatum smiled at me and made short work of her loose sweatpants. Her stomach was flat, her hips small, but curvy. Her navel was pierced and held a small sapphire. I wanted to drag my tongue down the length of her. Feel my body flush with hers. Explore her. Protect her. Ravish her until she couldn’t take anymore.

“Your turn,” she said playfully.

Tatum turned and put on some music. She grabbed a beer from the mini fridge and held the cool bottle to her neck.

I took my t-shirt and yanked it over my head like I was mad at it.

Tatum’s wide eyes widened even more. I had a raven in full flight over one of my pecs, black as night, with its feathers scattering out onto my bicep. One pierced nipple with a hoop, full washboard abs—what can I say—working out helped with my anger issues.

Tatum reached her arms behind her back and her breasts jutted forward. She unhooked the bra and tossed it to the side.

A tiny line of code, miniature really ran down her neck and out onto her shoulder. Both her nipples were pierced with small silver barbells. She pinched them and they came to life, responding instantly to her touch. She moved the cold beer bottle to her stomach and pressed it there against her abdomen after taking a sip.

My cock surged and pre-cum leaked from my tip. I yanked off my own sweats, not caring if she saw my raging erection through my boxers. My arms were huge, but nothing compared to my legs.

“Can you lick your own nipple?” I asked her.

Tatum smirked and shrugged. She lifted her small breast and stuck out her tongue. I was surprised that it wasn't pierced as it seemed like everything else was. She extended her tongue and it just reached her erect nipple. She flicked her tongue across it twice and then did the other. I groaned out loud and fisted my own shaft. My dick felt like steel in my grip and my head swam with lust.

“Tatum, touch yourself,” I commanded.

She took two of her innocent fingers, the pointer and the middle, and stuck them far back in her mouth and sucked. I could feel the suction on my cock and I threw my head back and gripped and stroked myself, rising to knees so she could see me in the camera.

Then Tatum took two glistening fingers and slid them down her belly, until they coasted over her lower abdomen and landed, at her most intimate place. She closed her eyes for a moment and languidly circled her clit. Then she opened her eyes and stared at me as she plunged two fingers inside herself. A small cry escaped her throat and I stroked my dick openly. I’d come in an instant if I wasn’t careful.

“Pinch your nipples, touch your breasts with your other hand,” I told her. I wasn’t even sure who the commandeering man inside was, the one who was breaking through the surface as I told her what to do.

Fio was supporting herself with her other hand, so she had to come forward, closer to the screen to balance and touch her breasts at the same time. When she did, I could see her slickness from arousal as it wetted her small hand. I imagined that hand stroking my shaft, that pouty mouth on the head of my cock, lips gliding, throat opening as I thrust into her.

“Tatum, go down on the bottle,” I commanded.

Her eyes popped open, she was shocked, but her gaze was still glazed with a thick coat of lust.

She grabbed the cold beer and rose up on her knees.

“I want to fuck you so bad. I want to be inside you. I want you to come on my dick,” I told her. It was news to me that I could talk dirty, that it could turn me on as much as it did her.

She stroked the neck of the bottle and my cock surged.

I watched in amazement as she slowly and gently lowered her mouth onto the bottle. I’d never wanted to be a bottle before, but my envy was real.

“Oh fuck, baby, I’m coming,” I told her as I jerked myself raw. I began to ejaculate, ribbons of semen spurted onto my stomach, my forearm, even my keyboard as the orgasm tore through me.

Tatum worked the bottle with one hand and massaged her clit with the other, and just as my orgasm began to abate, hers came roaring to life. She moaned as she climaxed, lost the rhythm, and her body began to spasm with pleasure as the orgasm rocked her.