Work Me Up

He extends his tongue like a blade then, and runs the tip around my entrance, seeking, exploring. Then he pushes it inside me, and I wrap my legs around his head, my own head falling back against the arm of the couch as I lose myself to the pleasure.

“Fuck yes,” I hear myself gasping. “Right there, Antonio, fuck.”

He moves his tongue slow and steady, in and out of me, curling and licking at my walls with each stroke. I could lose my mind, it feels so good, especially after all of his long, slow teasing. Finally, just when I think I can’t possibly stand this any longer, he pulls back to drag his tongue right over my clit.

I’m already so swollen with want, so balanced on a knife’s edge, that it only takes one stroke to get me right there. “Fuck, I’m going to come, I’m so close.”

“Come for me, baby,” he breathes, his breath hot against my pussy, and then he’s licking me faster, his tongue pressing right into my clit.

A wild cry escapes my throat, not even words, just sound, as I dig my fist into his hair, curl my toes, my whole body arching up into his. His hands slide under me, gripping my ass tightly, pinning my hips to his face as he keeps licking me, even as I start to shake, the orgasm exploding through my body.

My vision turns spotty, and I see in multicolor, as my whole body trembles. My pussy contracts on its own, clenching and releasing. Then Antonio shifts to press his tongue inside me again, and I cry out as the waves of pleasure carry on and on.

By the time he finally kisses his way back up my trembling body to my lips, I can hardly catch my breath. But at the same time, a pleasant warmth spreads through me, starting all the way at my fingertips and working inward, up my arms and legs, back into my core.

Antonio lies along my body, still fully clothed, and kisses me hard and deep. So hard that I can taste myself on his tongue, my juices wet and wanting.

Then I reach down and wrap a fist in his T-shirt, tugging it up and over his head without giving him time to protest. I grin up, and pull him down against me, my chest crushed against his hard, solid one, my fingers tracing the muscles of his back, his shoulders, around to the washboard abs that I cannot get enough of.

“Now I want you to fuck me,” I tell him, looking him dead in the eyes, and we’re pressed so tightly together that I’m rewarded by the jump in his pulse, his heart beating harder and faster as he gazes down at me, hearing me say those words.

“Whatever you command, Princess,” he whispers, winking, and my heart skips too, remembering the first time he called me that, and how much it pissed me off.

Now, I’d give anything to hear him call me that over and over again. All night long.

It’s funny what a single week can change. How much a person can become to you, in barely any time at all.

When Antonio finally pushes down his jeans and spreads my thighs, I’m already soaking wet, trembling with anticipation. And when he pushes himself inside me in one long, slow stroke, it feels like coming home again. He fills me, makes me ache all the way to my core, but it’s a hot, sweet ache. One that I want to savor.

I wrap my thighs around his waist, and he presses down against me, closer, until our bodies are locked in a tight embrace, no space between us. When he pulls back out of me, a little moan of protest escapes my lips, without my even meaning to. But it doesn’t last long, before his hips arch against mine once more, and he slides back into me, his cock thick and hard inside my hungry pussy.

“Antonio,” I breathe, and then his lips are there, catching mine, even before the word has fully left my mouth.

“Selena,” he whispers against my mouth, before he kisses me, harder. At the same time he rocks those hips, back and then forward again, thrusting deep inside me as my legs tighten around him, his chest digging into my own.

I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck, and then he thrusts again, his cock pressing over my G-spot, making me dig my nails into his shoulder blades without even thinking about it. He lets out a little growl now, and dips to kiss my jawline, my neck. He bites me, just hard enough to make me gasp, and at the same time, he starts to pick up the pace, thrusting faster, deeper.

I lose all sense of time and space. I forget about everything but his touch, his cock inside me, his hands gripping my hips, my ass. His lips and tongue, kissing me, licking me, tasting me.