“God. Fuck. Letty.” His hips move in short, shallow thrusts, and his hands get a tight grip on my hair, but he doesn’t direct me with his hands. Shades lets me find my way, clumsy and inexperienced as it is.
“Fuck,” he growls when I hit a pleasure spot, and I smile around him in my mouth.
I close my eyes and just listen to the sounds he makes to guide me, just as he told me earlier. His moans and grunts are my map to his pleasure, and before I know it, my own pleasure is rising.
My panties are wet, and my clit is vibrating like a tuning fork, which only intensifies my movements. I take him deeper, and my lady parts grow wetter with every grunt, every thrust of his hips.
This is almost as hot as this morning, and now I understand the appeal of oral sex because his sounds and the way he grows harder and thicker in my hands and mouth is quite the turn-on!
“Letty, babe. I’m gonna come.”
I know what that means, but I don’t know why he’s telling me, so I hum my approval and let my mouth slide up and down the hardness of him.
“Letty,” he growls again, and this time he yanks my hair hard until I stop.
“Did I do something wrong?”
He smiles. “Too right. Strip,” he commands, and though I want to tell him that he’s not the boss of me, all I can do is exactly what he orders me to do.
I strip until I’m totally naked, in the living room no less, and bare for his perusal.
Our Father who art in heaven…
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, babe. Come here.” He tugs me closer, and I go willingly.
“Feet up,” he orders, and I step up onto the sofa. “Perfect, now bring that pretty pussy to my mouth.” Shades tilts his head back and flicks his tongue out. I’m horrified and aroused all at once.
“What?”
“You heard me. Come here.” He grips the back of my thighs and pushes me forward, slipping his tongue between my folds. “So fucking wet for me. Did sucking my cock do that to you?”
I nod, but from our intimate position, he can’t see me.
“Can’t hear you, babe.”
“Yes,” I shout when he flicks his tongue over my clit. “Tasting you got me this wet.”
“Ah, fuck,” he growls and grabs my backside, holding me to his face while he feasts on me until my legs begin to shake and quiver. My muscles shake so bad I think I might collapse on top of him, and then I smile when I think that might not be such a bad thing.
“Oh!” Shades’ tongue penetrates me, and my hips start to move on their own. I freeze.
“Don’t stop,” he growls. “Fuck my face. Rub that pretty little cunt all over me.”
I feel my entire body heat at his words, but his tongue is too wicked, too capable of doing anything but swirling my hips to get closer to that elusive pleasure that feels just out of reach.
“Shades!” I shriek when he sucks my clit until it makes a loud slurping noise that totally embarrasses me but also pushes me right to the brink.
“Perfect,” he growls and grips my hip with one hand until my body aligns with his. In the next moment, I slide down his thick, hard cock.
“Ah fuck, you’re so tight. So fucking wet.”
His words—and my dirty word thoughts—embarrass me a little, but when his eyes drift shut, and the way his face twists in pleasure, all things embarrassing float away.
I’m not sure exactly what to do in this position or how to move, so I do a little grind. “Oh!”
“Just do what feels good,” he says as if reading my mind.
I swirl my hips and slide up and down on him as my pleasure mounts. My body grows hotter and slicker, and I can’t stop. I plant my hands on his shoulders, my feet flat on the sofa, and I slide up and down over and over and over until my legs quiver, and then the pleasure shoots out of me.