“That sounds so fucking hot! Bang yourself harder,” he instructs and I do as he orders. The sound is exemplified, the splashing noise growing louder and louder each time I slam into me, my palm tapping my clit and I think I might explode.
“Don’t you fucking cum,” he grips my hair tightly and I look up at him in disappointment, my body racing toward my climax.
“You’re cumming on my tongue, nowhere else,” he clarifies and that doesn’t sound half bad, so I slow my fingers and focus instead on getting him off so he can do the same to me.
Returning my hands to his manhood, I jerk him roughly as my mouth takes in as much as I can handle. As a team, my hands and mouth push him on, urging him to explode, and he growls and groans his approval as my pace matches the rhythm of his desperate hips.
Just when he begins to lose control, those hips rocking fast and erratic, I see his balls draw up and know that he’s close. Readying myself, I balance my weight as his eyes hood over. Looking up, he’s unable to watch me, so I watch him now.
First his eyelids lower, and then they flash open, as his eyes roll into the back of his head. Next, his head falls back, as a loud and throaty groan escapes him. When his hips pause, just as his hands push my head onto his cock, I know he’s reached his limit. His cock twitches in my mouth and then I feel him spasm as he hollers his satisfaction.
The creamy, salty, thickness slides down my throat and I swallow a mix of his semen and saliva as I continue to suck him, squeezing his base as I suck him off. His hips are barely rocking, but he’s still twitching and oozing more cum into my mouth.
“Oh fuck! Milk me, baby… Take it all,” he growls and I suck him gently, taking all of his cock down my throat before sliding it out slowly and doing it again. He’s growing soft under my tongue as I drain him of every drop of his pleasure. Just as I’ve finished, he leans down and kisses my forehead.
“That was fucking amazing. Now lie down on this bed. I’m about to make you cum until you cry,” he warns me.
My heart is racing as the adrenaline supersedes. I was so worked up for his build up I kind of forgot about mine. Now, he’s determined to drive me even more crazy than I drove him, I can see it from the look in his eyes. As I lie on the bed he stands above me, looking down with a conspiratorial glare as he takes in my naked body. I squirm from his gaze alone, feeling effortlessly sexy beneath him.
Leaning down, he kisses me deeply and I silently wonder if he can taste his own arousal. I’m shocked by the intimate share after I just swallowed what felt like a quart of his spunk, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all, his tongue dances in my mouth, and I moan my appreciation before he pulls away abruptly, leaving me panting and anxious for more.
With his mouth trailing down my body he kisses every inch of me, worshiping my curves with his tongue. I’ve had men enjoy and lust over my body before, but nothing like Carter. He dotes over me in a way I’ve never experienced it. I guess you can describe it as love, but it just seems like so much more. He's obsessed with me, curious about everything that makes me tick, and more importantly everything that makes me cum.
He wants to own my pleasure just as I own his, and I’m more than willing to submit to him. There’s not another man in this world that can make me feel the way Carter does and I’m sure there isn’t anything comparable for me to experience. My curiosity about men is now limited to one, just as my love and pleasure is reserved for him.
Arching to his mouth, I contort my body to lean into any attention he gives me as his hands roam my body, that glorious mouth teasing me with his kisses and tongue. Something about his teeth grazing my sensitive skin sends shocks through my body, no matter where he does it, I shriek with delight. Carter notices and I notice him smirk whenever he’s able to drive me to that point of satisfaction.
With his lips kissing my ankles, I’m shocked at how every part of me is entranced by him. Why on earth are my abdomen muscles clenching so deliciously from a man kissing my ankles? It’s like he wants to taste every part of me, more than any other man ever has. He’s not just interested in getting me off, he wants to know me, really know me. It turns me on, but it’s also extremely intimate to me. The way we both want the other to experience such intense pleasure, it just overwhelms me with joy.
Moving his kisses up my leg, I squeal when he reaches my thighs and my legs fall apart to make room for him, my pussy begging for his attention. Just feeling his breath on my glistening pussy lips makes me want to cum all around him, but I hold on, hopeful for more.
With his head lowered between my legs, he traces the lips of my sex with his stiff tongue, opening my lips to expose my throbbing clitoris. I can feel my pulse increasing as my chest heaves with excitement. He’s moving so painfully slow as he inspects my greedy snatch, licking me slowly and softly. His hands move to my breasts and he twirls my nipples between his fingers.
Every part of me is so aroused, feeling as though my entire blow job was working myself up as much as it was him. My body is exhausted between my two hard orgasms in the limo and then my teetering on the edge during my pleasuring him. I don’t know if I can handle another orgasm, but Carter seems dead set on testing my limits.
Kissing my pussy as he did my mouth, he works me over, sliding his tongue inside of me while massaging my opening with his lips. It feels incredible and I moan my appreciation as I shamelessly push my pelvis forward, shoving my sex into his mouth for more.
“Mmm…” he hums on my lips and I cry in pleasure. It feels like a vibrator is inside of me and I know he’s proud because I am completely losing it and he hasn’t even moved to my clit.
“Carter, baby!” I moan, twisting and turning.
“Mm hmm,” he hums in response and I moan again and again. The sensation of his voice vibrating off of my sex is just overwhelmingly erotic.
“You taste even sweeter than I remember,” he says in that sexy low tone he speaks in when sex is on his mind.
“Don’t stop,” I plead as he kisses up my belly, pausing to pay extra attention to my navel before lacing me with kisses to my breasts.
“I just realized I forgot I about these. I don’t want them feeling neglected,” he winks, referencing my complaint our first time together.
Repeating his pattern, he takes my breast into his mouth, sucking roughly before tugging my erect nipple with his teeth. He's driving me up a wall with those damn teeth! How is that so sexy? It feels amazing, it’s so rough and aggressive.
“I love watching you squirm, baby,” he growls as I twist beneath him.
My body is electric and I feel my climax building as he insists on moving to my other breast despite my cries for him to lick me like a lollipop. I can’t deny that he feels absolutely amazing; he knows his way around a breast and I’m more than appreciative of his masterful mouth, but when he begins to kiss back down my belly the real excitement builds.
I swear, I could climax just from the anticipation as he inches down, sloppy kisses leading the way. This time he doesn’t ease into it. No, ‘slow’ definitely couldn’t be used to describe his strategy this time. Instead, he dives into my pussy, holding my thighs to stop me from running from the intense pleasure. He feels so good it hurts; my orgasm is building too fast.
“Mmm…” he moans on my clit as he sucks me gently.