“No one has ever touched me there before.” My belly quivers knowing that I’ll let Kasey do anything he wants to me. “But I want your touch. I crave it.” My voice wavers, the anticipation and need killing me.
“Damn! Have you got any idea what that does to me? Or how your words make my body react?” Kasey drops his head briefly, before looking back at me. “Look down at my body, Felicity. Look at what you do to me.”
Biting my lower lip, I slowly move my gaze down past his torso and my eyes widen in surprise when I see that the bulging head of his cock has burst out of the waist of his slacks. The head is red and pulses as my eyes refuse to move from it. I reach down and when my fingers rub around the smooth crown, fluid trickles from the slit and Kasey sucks in a rush of air. His body trembles, making me realize that we both react the same toward each other.
If I needed proof that he wants me just as much as I want him, then I have it.
My mind suddenly goes blank when I feel one of his fingers beneath my panties, rubbing the wetness that I’m unable to hide. “I love how wet you are. This”—he cups my mound—“is mine, Felicity. One day soon I’m going to take you somewhere for just the two of us, and I’m going to make love to you, slowly and passionately. I want it to be perfect for you.”
I gasp as he slips a finger inside of my quivering body, and I wrap my hands tightly around his arms. “Just being with you is perfect,” I admit. “Ahhh, Kasey…Oh, God.”
“I’m going to make you come,” he pants, “and then I’m going to sleep with you in my arms.”
“I want—”
“Shush,” he whispers, his fingers working beneath my panties, building me higher and higher to the point that I’m straining against him.
With one hand, I quickly reach between us and shoving my hand into the front of his slacks, I rub my palm against his pulsing cock. He trembles again, but I don’t stop. Then Kasey inserts another finger into me, and my belly starts to quiver and something starts to build higher…the pleasure causes my hips to rock against his hand.
7
Kasey
Touching her, and having my fingers inside of her pussy, has my own release climbing up my spine. The wetness coating my fingers feels good and I’m imagining how good it will feel to have all that wetness surrounding my cock as I make love to her. She drives me crazy as she continues to rub me with her hand. And as my orgasm starts building in my balls, the little whimpers coming out of Felicity’s mouth is my undoing.
And then she floods my hand with her release, her pussy pulsating around my fingers so tightly that I can hardly move them. At the feel and sound of her coming, my release suddenly hits and I squirt over her wrist, and as she tightens her hand around my iron hard cock, I can’t stop coming. I rock into her fist as we both ride out our phenomenal release.
“I should apologize.” Dropping my face, I nuzzle against the curve of her neck. “But that felt too amazing to apologize.”
“If you apologize, I’d have to hurt you.” She chuckles, tickling the base of my dick. “I’ve never felt anything like that before, and to know that I brought you so much pleasure just by rubbing you, makes me so happy, Kasey.”
“I made a mess,” I admit, slowly
moving my sluggish body from hers and quickly closing my eyes as she caresses me while moving her hand away.
“I see that.” She pushes me to my back. “Let me go clean up and I’ll bring a cloth back for you.”
I watch her pad toward the bathroom, and being able to see the smooth skin of her bottom isn’t helping any with my body’s reaction to her. I throw my arm over my eyes and try to finally catch my breath while she’s out of sight. My heart pounds with the fear of losing her. I can’t lose her. She’s my girl now. Mine to love and keep safe. My head also spins with how fast I’m moving with her. I just know that she’s the one, and after going crazy with missing her these past few months, I’m not prepared to let her go. I feel as though I need her to breathe.
“Your turn,” she says just as I feel the zipper on my slacks being lowered. I grab her wrist and smile when I see her with a washcloth in hand. “I’m just cleaning you.” She blushes.
“I could do with a shower.”
“Oh.” She hides her eyes and turns away. “It’s through there.”
Without taking my eyes from her, I slowly move from the bed and ignoring the bathroom for now, I wrap an arm around her shoulders from behind. “Talk to me.”
There’s a pause and then she says, “I wanted to touch you, and…I wanted to watch as I cleaned your release from you.”
I smile and notice the flush to her beautiful face. So I turn her in my arms and hold her gaze as I remove the rest of my clothing. Once I’ve stepped out of them, I move her to sit on the edge of the bed and step between her thighs, thankful that she’s pulled on a pair of sleep shorts.
“Look at me, Felicity. Every part of me belongs to you.” I smile. “Even the sticky mess.”
She chuckles and licking her lips, leans in, cleaning my groin with the washcloth. The small gasp that leaves her lips brushes against my wakening cock, arousing me all over again.
“Please, ignore him.”
She looks up at me and while refusing to move her eyes from mine, she takes my cock and kisses the tip.