Out of Bounds - Quick Snap
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“I feel like I don’t have your attention on me,” Kip mumbled, kissing his way down my stomach. “I’ll have to do something to make that happen.”
Then, without warning, his mouth was on me, gently skimming his tongue between my folds and then circling it around my clit.
His hands tightened as I tried to shift my hips to get closer to his mouth, and I gasped out desperately, “You’ve got my attention.”
Sucking agonizingly gently on the bundle of nerves, he muttered, “I don’t think I do, but I will.”
I braced myself for a harder pull, but instead he moved back down, this time to my entrance, and dipped his tongue inside me. Nerves I didn’t even knew existed lit up, and again when I tried to arch into his mouth he stopped me, this time by pulling his head slightly away from me.
“No,” I cried, looking down at him to show him how serious I was. “I promise, I’m paying attention.”
Not answering—at least not with words—he lowered back down and firmly swiped his tongue upward, and when he got to my clit he sucked it hard. My hands moved from where they’d been gripping the cushions of the couch to his hair as I cried out, this time with pleasure.
With his focus now on making me come, he gently pushed a thick finger inside me, using his right hand to hold me in place now. At the same time, he lightly bit down on my clit, and then began to flutter over it with his tongue.
I could feel the release building inside me with each touch on the hard nub, but when he added another finger and began to rub at a spot inside me and then sucked harder than ever, I shattered. Pure and simple, my body exploded, and I cried out as I gripped his hair tighter and threw my head back. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before as I felt my channel spasm around his fingers.
He didn’t let up once as I rode the wave, and then began to gentle his actions as I came back down again.
“How…” I started, but my voice was scratchy, and I had to stop to clear my throat. “How did you do that?”
“I have no idea. I’ve never seen anything like that in my life, but I’m about to do it again,” he promised as he reached down to pick his jeans up off the floor, and then pulled his wallet out of the back pocket.
As I watched, he extracted a condom from it, ripped the foil package between his teeth, and then knelt on the couch and began to roll it down his length. That’s when I saw how big he was.
“Um, I don’t think you’re going to fit.”
“We’ll fit,” he promised, chuckling.
“We could try the ‘lick it and stick it’ approach,” I suggested dubiously, only a tiny part of my brain actually worried about it when I should have probably been running away.
Leaning over me, he braced himself on his left arm while he used his right hand to sweep the tip of his condom covered cock through my center, slickening himself even more with me.
“If we need to, we can try that, but if your mouth gets anywhere near me right now, we won’t get to do what we’re about to. In fact, let’s not discuss your mouth and my penis at all right now.”
Nodding, I pulled my legs up so that my thighs were almost touching my stomach and breathed out when I felt his tip lodge against my entrance. “I trust you.”
Those three words were something huge to me. His profession, my past, how we’d met… they all had an impact on my ability to trust him, but somehow I did, and it was all because of him.
His eyes flared at the words, and slowly he began to push inside me. “I’ll never give you a reason not to.”
The words were unnecessary because I knew he wouldn’t, but I loved that he’d said them.
After that, we both focused on his slow entry inside me. I knew that the restraint was costing him, but Kip wouldn’t ever hurt me, so he was taking that burden.
Finally, after long moments of slow thrusts and withdrawals, I had his full length, and the fullness I felt was out of this world.
Wiggling slightly to ease the pressure, I moved my legs to wrap them around his hips, inadvertently pulling him slightly deeper inside me. We’d already been pressed up tight to each other, but what I’d done didn’t leave any space at all.
“Holy shit,” he rasped, his head falling down onto my shoulder. “It’s… you feel like a hot, tight fist squeezing the life out of me.”
“You feel like a freaking log,” I joked, pressing my lips against the side of his neck gently and then groaning when he chuckled, making his cock jerk inside me. When he lifted his head back up, I whispered, “You can move now.”