He cupped my chin and tugged me closer to him, his lips meeting mine in a soft, passionate kiss.
“What do you think?” he growled.
I shivered as his hands wandered underneath my shirt, lifting it over my head.
“Fuck, I love these,” he mumbled, kissing my breasts. I laughed as he fondled me while leading me backwards to the bed. He reached behind me and unclipped my bra, letting it fall to the ground.
My fingers fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one until it fell open, revealing his smooth, muscular chest. I sighed as he pressed his lips against my neck, the feel of his tongue trailing over my skin sending me into a frenzy.
“Hey,” I giggled as he hoisted me onto his hips. I threw my arms around his neck to balance myself. He was hard; I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh. The idea that I made him that excited spurred me on. I ground my hips against him. He let out a groan, his mouth searching mine.
He threw me down on the bed, staring down at me, eyes filled with desire With one hand, he unbuttoned his jeans and shrugged them off along with his boxers.
“See how fucking excited you make me?” he muttered.
I licked my lips and smiled. Shuffling myself to the edge of the bed, I sat up and curled my fingers around his length. He gasped as I took the tip in my mouth, my eyes never leaving his.
I hadn’t given many blowjobs in my life, but I knew enough to know much of it was about confidence. That’s what guys found sexy.
I circled my tongue around the tip, the salty, sweet taste of his him hitting my senses. He was so hard I could feel the blood throbbing down his shaft. He lifted his hands to my head, his fingers gently running through my hair. I smirked, knowing how hard he must have been resisting the urge to shove his length deeper down my throat.
He groaned as I began to suck harder. I curled my fingers around the base of his shaft, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could handle. He gasped as my lips moved up and down his length, his fingers gripping the back of my head.
“Fuck,” he mumbled as his body tensed. I could feel he was close. I stared up at him and smiled as my tongue teased his tip. He groaned loudly and released, coating the back of my throat. I swallowed and continued to suck, taking him as deep into my throat as I could handle.
“Oh fuck, stop, God stop,” he mumbled, pulling out of me. I smirked and rolled back onto my side, watching him closely.
He collapsed on the bed beside me, visibly exhausted, the single mattress barely wide enough for both of us. Smiling, I rolled over so I was facing him. I ran my fingers over his stubble as my lips found his.
“You’re cold,” he realized as his fingers grazed over my goose-bumped arms. “Come on,” he ordered, sitting me up. “We can continue this under the covers.”
I laughed, but stood up. Slipping out of my skirt, I climbed into the bed next to him. My panties were the only thing separating his naked body from mine. I snuggled into his embrace. His fingers slowly trailed over my back as he kissed my forehead.
“That was unbelievable,” he muttered. “I can’t even…” he shook his head, making me giggle. My body jumped at his touch as his fingernails roamed over the arch of back.
He held me close, his lips finding their way to my neck where he kissed and licked his way down to my breasts. I gasped as his tongue circled around my nipple. Flicking it into his mouth, he began to tease me, biting down gently.
“Holy…wow,” I mumbled. I closed my eyes, my body tensing as his fingers worked their way down over my stomach and down the front of my thigh. Instinctively, I spread my legs. He chuckled, bringing his mouth back up to mine as his fingers pushed aside my panties and gently circled my bare entrance.
I groaned as he eased a finger inside of me.
He kissed my neck and chuckled. “Is this what you were imagining the other day when you were touching yourself?” he whispered in my ear. “That was such a naughty thing to do. Did you think I couldn’t hear you?”
I whimpered, the only response I was capable of giving him.
“Or maybe you wanted me to hear, you dirty, dirty girl. You had me so worked up, listening to the sound of your sweet little fingers getting all wet inside yourself. I was so fucking hard.”
I groaned. Hearing him talk like that was a
lmost too much. My back arched as he thrust his fingers deeper inside of me.
“Come for me, honey. Come like you did the other night. Were you thinking of me? Imagining that it was me inside you?” he asked.
I nodded, my back arching, begging for more.
“Answer me,” he ordered as he sucked on my earlobe.
“Yes. Yes, I wanted it to be you,” I mumbled. I cried out as my body spasmed. His fingers still explored me, every touch sending my body into another round of ecstasy until I couldn’t handle any more.