“Take off your shirt, Frankie. Show me your pretty tits.”
“You’ve seen them,” I counter, tugging my shirt over my head.
“I’ve seen them covered with pasties.” He moves around me and climbs onto the bed, positioning himself against the headboard like a king. “I want to see them bare. Want to play with ‘em and suck on your nipples.”
Reaching behind me, I unclasp my bra and let it fall to the floor.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful.” He fists his erection with one hand, pumping himself slowly while beckoning me forward with the other.
I press one knee into the mattress and then the other, crawling toward him.
“Right here.” He taps his sternum twice.
Somehow, I manage to swing one leg over him, planting my knees on either side of his rib cage. “Now what?” I whisper, wondering if he can feel how wet I am for him against his chest.
He leans forward and presses a kiss just above my belly button. “Now, I need you to turn around so that your back’s to me.”
Orion helps me into the position he wants me in, with my ass just below his shoulders. He skims his fingertips gently over the swell of my hips, up my spine, and back down, over and over until my entire body is tingling with desire.
I roll my hips, rubbing my clit against his chest, desperate for relief.
Orion lets me play, testing different angles until I find the magic spot, with my back arched and my hands pressing into his muscular thighs.
“Oh,” I whimper, and he grips my hips, pressing me harder into him, “my God!”
“Fuck, Bluebird.” He readjusts himself ever so slightly beneath me. “I can feel how wet you are, how much you want me.”
I whimper and my entire body tenses as wave after wave of pleasure crashes into me.
“So sexy when you come,” he murmurs before tightening his grip and sliding me up so that I’m literally sitting on his face. His tongue darts out for a quick taste, and I nearly explode again. “Let’s get you to make those sounds again, yeah?”
“Wha—” I start to ask, but my words morph into a garbled cry as he flicks his tongue against my clit.
Again, my hips begin to move of their own accord as I chase after the pleasure he’s so openly offering.
“That’s right, ride my face.”
“Orion!” I reach forward and wrap my hand around his shaft, stroking his cock like I saw him do earlier.
He groans, and the sound spurs me on. Taking the head of his dick into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around the tip like he’s my favorite ice cream flavor.
“Mmm. Relax your throat and try to take me a little deeper.”
I do as he says, and he bucks beneath me. “Just like that, Frankie, suck me deep and slow. Savor me, like I am you.”
Bobbing my head up and down his length, I do my best to focus on making him lose control. But his pace never breaks; he just keeps on eating my pussy like it’s his last meal… his favorite meal.
But I don’t mind. How can I when it feels this good?
On a whim, I snake a hand between his legs and fondle his balls. Orion groans long and low, his entire body tensing. “Oh—Frankie. God damn.”
I moan around his cock and he cracks his palm down across my ass cheek. It stings, but in the best way.
“Need you to come, Bluebird. Come all over my face so I can fuck that pretty pussy.”
His filthy words are the match, and once again, I find myself teetering on the edge of release.
I release his cock with an audible pop, my body too keyed up to focus on anything other than my own climax.
“Ride my face, Frankie. Take what you want.” He sucks hard on my clit. “Take what you need.”
Once again gripping his thighs, I rock my hips against him, loving the friction his stubble creates while his tongue works my clit.
“Fuck!” My thighs clench around his face as I topple over into the abyss, damn near drowning in pleasure.
Orion gently eases me off of him, somehow rearranging me so that I’m on my back with my head propped on a fluffy pillow. I’m too blissed out to pay too much attention, but as long as this ends with him deep inside of me, I’m game.
He presses my legs apart, fitting his hips between mine, leaning into my space until we’re chest-to-chest. “Gonna fuck you now, Frankie.” He drags the head of his cock through my dripping folds, up and down, up and down, teasing me until I can’t take it.
“Do it.” I worry for a split second that it’ll hurt, but I know he’s worth it. “I’m clean, and on birth control,” I add when he still doesn’t make a move.
“I’m clean, too.”
“God, please, fill me up.”