"Keep stroking," he said quietly.
How could I disobey a command like that, when I was enjoying feeling how hot
and strong the shaft in my hand was? I was pleased to have made him so hard, pleased to have him ready and willing to fuck my mouth. Having Justin desire me turned me on, even if he got a little bossy in bed.
Or, well, in the entryway, I thought, and laughed around his cock.
After I teased him for a few moments, just the tip of his cock in my mouth as I flicked my tongue against the underside, I started bobbing my head a little bit, spreading my saliva along his length, my hand and my mouth meeting in the middle.
I tried to take him too deeply into my mouth and choked a little.
"Easy," he said. His voice, already deep, was even lower than normal, with that edge of raspiness that turned my knees to jelly. "Don't hurt yourself, now."
I opened my eyes and looked up at him, meeting his gaze. He was smiling at me and I smiled back around his thick member.
Shutting my eyes, I returned to my task, focusing on the softness of his skin and the musky smell of him, the comforting warmth of his body. I could feel tingles in my nipples and below, a fire burning that I didn't know how to put out.
"I'm going to put my hand on your head, okay, Naomi?" he asked.
I nodded, still focusing on his cock and the feelings it was stirring in me.
His hand wrapped around the base of my skull and tangled into my hair, careful not to pull the strands.
He didn't force his cock deeper into my mouth, but he did apply a gentle pressure, speeding up my pace and setting the rhythm that worked for him.
It was pleasant, not to have to think about how to suck his cock, to simply enjoy the feelings and have him set the rhythm.
I reached down with one hand and stroked myself through my sundress in an effort to relieve the ache that was building there.
He stopped and took his hand off of the back of my head, pulling his cock slowly out of my mouth.
"Do you need some attention?" he asked, with a slow smile.
“I wouldn't say no to that,” I said.
He leaned down and took my hand, pulling me up. I kicked my shoes off into the corner and headed up the stairs to the bedroom, taking two or three steps at a time, running and laughing until I got to his bedroom.
His bed had a thick, wonderfully soft, eggplant-colored comforter on it. I pulled it back and tossed it to the end of the bed before I unzipped my sundress and stepped out of it, leaving it pooled by the side of the bed. Everything else I was wearing soon joined the little pile, and I climbed, bare naked, into his bed.
Justin was just behind me, naked almost as quickly – although he laid his clothing over a chair in the corner – and in bed and all over me almost as soon as he was in the room.
He cupped my breasts in both hands, released them, and bent over to lick and nip at my nipples. Every touch inflamed my desire, and I continued to writhe under him.
After giving my nipples a few minutes of attention, he reached down and pulled my jeans and my thong off, leaving me bare before him.
He spread my legs easily and knelt between them, running one finger down in a slow path from my belly button down between my legs, making a frustrating detour around my clit, and finding my dripping entrance. He pushed his finger inside, experimentally, and found that it slid easily in as deep as it could go. He added another finger, stretching me pleasantly as I thrust against his hand, trying for more stimulation.
With his other hand, he started to rub slow circles around my clit, teasing me with little waves of pleasure as he inserted another finger inside me, taking great care to stretch my body slowly and gently.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
I nodded and spread my legs for him to have easier access.
As I pulled him close, we joined in a fast rhythm, hard and desperate until I crossed the edge and cried out in pleasure.
He sped up, slightly, and came in a few short, hard strokes.
We lay side by side, spent and sated, basking in the glow of our orgasms. It took me a moment to get my breath back, and when I did I curled on my side to look at him, enjoy the sight of his naked form, trail my fingers down his chest.