Touch Me (Hart of Stone Family 5)

It took some careful maneuvering once I was tired and my cock finally went down long enough after I took a shower, rubbing one off while imagining Kelsey on her knees in front of me, mascara running down her cheeks, dark hair wet, slicked back, and her choking on my cock as she deep throated me. That’s when I came. Thick white ropes of cum painted the shower floor. Not that it helped much. The second I walked into my room and I saw Kels in something completely different, skin bare on more than half of her body, my cock didn’t get the memo to stay down, and when our bodies touched while I slid under the sheets with the woman who is taking over my damn brain, there was no hope of getting any real sleep.

“Hmm,” the woman of the night hums in her sleep, cuddling closer to my body. Can’t say that I’ve ever slept with someone quite like her. Not that much of that activity happens on the rare occurrences I bring someone back to my place or go to theirs. It’s an asshole thing to do, sure, but it’s also stated clearly before it happens.

I don’t respond to her sweet mewling, instead indulging in this moment knowing that once Kelsey wakes up, I’ll be losing her smooth, milky skin rubbing against me, tits that have fallen out of her top pressing against my chest so I can feel her pebbled nipples. I couldn’t be happier than I am now that I kicked the air conditioner down a few degrees before heading to bed. It’s clearly working out in my favor when Kelsey moves again, burrowing into my body, cold-as-fuck nose going into my neck, leg shifting so it’s over my hip, the inside of her thigh lying on my cock. Shit, this is going to make for an interesting wake-up once she realizes how much of a cling-on she’s become. My arm is beneath her neck, holding her in a way that is far from this ruse of a relationship. There’s also no reason why my fingertips should be drifting up and down her lower back, yet here I fucking am.

“Deke.” She’s clearly cognizant of who she’s in bed with by the sleepy tone of her voice, and when Kelsey moves until she’s straddling my lap, blue eyes opening in that lazy lustful way, I can feel her wet flesh with two layers between us. I’m thankful as fuck now for the flimsy silk material that has her tits out, and I was right. Ripe as red berries, nipples in clear sight.

“Fuck, please tell me you’re awake, Kelsey.” My mouth is watering, cock hardening, body building up to see what she looks like when she comes apart.

“Yes, I’m awake. I should have warned you I’m a cuddler, but this moment right now you’re to blame for. My body has been on overdrive since the second you took me to the dance floor.” Kels doesn’t mind that her tits are still out as she rocks back and forth along my length, wetness seeping onto my boxer briefs I wore to bed as she uses my body to find her pleasure.

“I’ll take all the blame if that means I get to watch you come using my body.” My hands cup her from the underside, thumbs sweeping along her nipples.

“Good, because if I don’t come soon, I’m not sure I’ll survive.” I work her breasts as she rocks her hips, using me to get hers, but little does she know I’m going to come right along with her.

“Get there, sunshine.” I pinch the red-ripened berries one last time before doing an ab curl, needing her tits in my mouth as she slides on top of me, wanting to tear the rest of the clothes off us so I can slide inside of her wet heat, consequences be damned. I won’t, though, not this time.

“Deke.” The breathless pant Kelsey gives me the moment I suck one nipple into my mouth, using my teeth to nip at it lightly, my other hand curving around her back, helping her gain more momentum, I know it won’t be too much longer until she’s coming on my cock, judging by the way she’s saturating us.

“Fuck, Kelsey.” I rip my mouth away from her, needing to taste her in more ways than one. The next time she comes, it won’t be with clothes on. It’ll be with my mouth on her wet flesh, feeling her softness around my fingers, and if I’m lucky, she’ll repay the favor by wrapping her sweet-tasting mouth around my cock.

“I’m close,” Kelsey whispers across my lips, right before I thrust my tongue inside her mouth again. Not that I need to swallow down her moans. I’ll give this condo one thing: the walls are soundproof, meaning she can be as loud as she wants and not a soul will know about it. Her body locks up, head tipping back as she rips her lips away from mine, tits thrusting upwards, offering them to me without knowing, and when she comes, she takes me with her, all while I have my mouth wrapped around her nipple. In fact, it’s Kels’ hand in my hair that’s pressing me closer to her.