Always Wanting (Consumed)

I release her hair and grip my cock just below her hand and we both jack me slowly. Her head comes down and we kiss passionately. Tonight we’re trying something new. A couple nights ago, we waited up until two in the morning, waiting and waiting for the pain to take over her body and was ecstatic when it didn’t. She felt tiny twinges, but nothing compared to what she would normally feel. We celebrated by fucking each other’s brains out. The next day, I wanted to try something else, but we were unable to hold off on having each other, still riding the high of finding one way to get around her addiction.

Tonight, we’re taking it one step further and seeing if she can get away with only having me come on her pussy, instead of some of it going inside her. We’re both hopeful, but we don’t want to be too hopeful.

We both start panting heavily and sweat beads on our foreheads. Although we won’t be having penetrative sex, just watching her play with herself and having her watch me, makes what we’re doing more erotic.

I sit up on the edge of the couch and lift her to sit on the coffee table. I bend Abby’s legs so her heels rest on the edge of the table, totally exposing herself to me. I get down on my knees in front of her as she leans back on her hands. She watches my movements, biting her bottom lip seductively.

I grip the base of my cock, give it a couple more strokes, then slap the head against her clit.

“Ahh… fuck.” She lifts her hips, wanting more.

I oblige and give it a few more taps before stroking myself again. I want so badly to shove inside her slit and pound the fuck out of her, but I hold myself back. Using my free hand, I play with her pretty pussy by slipping a single finger inside, pulling back and adding a second. Her hand comes to play along with mine, and she strums her clit. Her stomach muscles quiver and she throws her head back in ecstasy.

I twist my fingers and find the special spot inside her that I know drives her crazy. My own hand quickens its pace when I feel her constrict around me. I want this timed right. If I can’t come inside her, I at least want to come at the same time as her.

Her hand leaves her clit to rest back on the table. Her hips lift up and her cries become louder. Her eyes are hooded, and her chest rises and falls rapidly. She clamps down on me unbearably tight, but I pull them back, just before I start spilling my seed. Sparks shoot up my back as the first stream lands perfectly over her clit, the second landing just above, and the third on her stomach. My eyes stay focused on her pussy as I watch my cum drip down her slit and land on the floor between us. That’s going to be a bitch to get out of the carpet later, but it’s

damn worth it.

I pull her feet from the edge of the table, wrapping them around my waist, then pull her to a sitting up position. The length of my dick meets her soaked pussy and we both groan. It’s going to be hard waiting to see if this works, when I want to fuck her raw right now.

She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. For someone that didn’t like to kiss the guys she was with before, she sure likes kissing now. Not that I’m complaining. I love that she enjoys it so much, because I’ll never get enough of the taste of her lips.

“How in the hell are we supposed to wait to know if this works?” I ask with a groan against her throat.

“Hmm… maybe we should sleep in separate beds.”

I pull back and scowl. “Not fucking happening.”

She laughs, a look of mischief in her eyes. “We need to put pillows between us then.”

“That’s not fucking happening either.”

Her suggestions are not fucking funny to me and she knows it, but she keeps laughing anyway.

“We at least need to wear clothes then.”

“I don’t like that idea either,” I grumble.

“Do you honestly think we’ll be able to refrain from fucking with your naked cock nestled against me?”

Unfortunately, we have work tomorrow, so we can’t stay up as late as the night of our first experiment.

“Fine,” I relent grudgingly, knowing she’s right. “Underwear only, though.”

I can tell she likes the idea about as much as me when she loses her smile. She leans down and nips my lip, before pushing me back and getting to her feet.

“Shower,” she says, giving me another kiss.

When I go to follow her, she stops and turns to face me.

“Where are you going?”

“Taking a shower with you,” I answer with a tone that says she should already know the answer.

She looks down at my still hard cock, then back up at me, brow raised. “You really think that’s a good idea?”

I glance down at my cock, then back up at her and growl. “Fuck.”