When he returns to his original task of removing my pants at the slowest pace possible, I decide that I don’t mind him taking his time. I can lie back and relax; I know very good things are coming. I can’t resist taunting him though. “I really hope you’re not this slow opening gifts on Christmas,” I say.
He chuckles as he finally finishes pulling my pants over my feet. I watch his gaze move back up to the top of my legs, where I’m sure he can see that my excitement has thoroughly dampened my panties.
I wish I was wearing edible underwear. Actually I wish they would just disintegrate.
He runs a lazy hand under the elastic at the top of my remaining piece of clothing.
“Get me naked already!” I urge him.
“Yes, ma’am,” Billy says in his most gentlemanlike tone. “All you had to do was ask.”
“Always a gentleman,” I say, with teasing sarcasm.
I lift my hips to assist him, and finally I am bare to him, though I realize that he is still completely dressed, despite my best efforts.
He starts with his fingers, running them gently over my pussy, before gradually exploring my folds. “I think you like taking it slow,” he says, as he dips into my pooling moisture. He uses my slickness, and moves just a bit faster, swirling his fingers over my clit.
“Mmmmm, I like this…”
He moves down and positions himself between my legs, and then his mouth is on me, making me squirm with unbearable pleasure. I remember when I saw him playing catch and riding a horse and how I had noticed the self-assured confidence and ease with which he moved his strong body. But now I know his athletic skills are nothing compared to the talent in his tongue. Oh my god. I do like taking it slow. I love taking it slow. I love anything that involves Billy circling so slowly and deliberately around my clit that I can feel myself dripping for him.
He teases me with a languid pace, and then he varies his speed and flicks quickly across my little nub, making me jerk and buck at the intensity of it. He laps at my pussy, he pushes his tongue into me, he kisses me, and gently sucks my folds into his mouth.
“That’s my girl,” he says, and it’s not until he speaks that I realize I’m making noises. Probably the purring and whimpering sounds he’d referred to earlier. I don’t even know, and I am beyond caring. All I’m really aware of are Billy’s mouth and his hands, and all of the unbelievable things he’s doing to me.
He brings me to the edge, and then he switches up his technique and I slip back off. He brings me to the edge again, but doesn’t take me over. I’m practically light-headed from panting; every bit of my body is poised in anticipation of release.
“Billy, please…” I beg, struggling for the words, then drawing them, hoping to convince him to have mercy on me. I try to move my hips but he holds me down as he overwhelms me with the pleasure created by his tongue.
“Billy, please…”
He finally lifts his head and smiles up at me. “Okay. I think you’re ready.” His voice is husky with desire.
I watch as he stands, unbuttons his shirt, and finally, unzips his pants. His pace isn’t slow now, but it’s not fast enough for me. My entire body is calling out for him, needing him to be on me, in me, and all around me.
I see the tattoo that I’d caught a glimpse of that day on the farm. He has others on his chest and arms, and I can’t wait to touch them, and trace them all. His body is amazing. So strong, so perfect. My gaze returns to the tattoo on his hip as he pushes down his boxers and I finally get to see where that mark leads.
Then I forget all about his body art, as his real masterpiece is revealed.
“Wow,” I can’t help but say out loud.
The corner of his mouth lifts into the slightest hint of a grin. He runs his hand down the length of his very large cock, and it grows further as he handles it.
I would have been intimated if I wasn’t so beyond ready for him.
Billy reaches behind him to grab a condom from his pocket, and while I wait, I admire his body like the perfection that it is. His ab muscles seem to angle downward toward his cock, highlighting and featuring it, like the main attraction that it is.
With a quick motion, he sheaths it, and I swear it grows larger still. Maybe I am just a little bit intimidated.
Billy glances down between my legs and then up into my eyes. “God, Kate. I’ve been waiting for this a long time.”
“Yeah, me too.”
He goes down for one more taste of me then, returning to my pussy with his skillful tongue. He focuses on my clit, doing what he’s learned I like best, swirling and flicking for just a few more moments, he lifts me back up to the edge of the peak.
“I want you inside me,” I cry. I reach for his shoulders and urge him upward.
He gives me one last, memorable lick, and then he moves up my body. Soon he’s smiling above me as he brushes a stray strand of hair off of my cheek.
He lays a kiss just under my chin, then focuses his attention on lining himself up at my opening.
“Maybe take this part slow?” I suggest, wondering if I’ll be able to accommodate all of him.
“Don’t worry,” he murmurs.
I feel him then, the head of his cock against me, and I can’t help but push my hips towards his and urge him forward. The tip of him slips inside me and I moan. I feel like I’m getting something I’ve wanted for years.
“Oh god, Billy…”
“It is okay?” His voice is concerned.
“It’s amazing.” I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer as he sinks in deeper. Inch by inch, I feel him open me and fill me. I lift my hips again to invite him in further, and after a few more delicious inches, I feel his body press against mine.
“Still okay?” he asks, as he holds still inside me, feeling me expand and adjust to his size.
“Absolutely perfect,” I sigh.
“Yeah,” he agrees. Then he starts to move in me, and what had already felt perfect, becomes so much more than that. He moves slowly at first, being gentle and considerate as always. Then, though he doesn’t move faster, he changes his angle and moves more purposefully somehow, and the pressure of his movements stimulate my clit, which is already so enflamed from the wonderful things he did with his tongue.
As he moves in and out of me, I quickly come right back to that edge, but this time I know he’s not stopping me. And all of the buildup, all of the not-quite orgasms that he’d led me to already, gather together to multiply the intensity.
“Don’t stop," I pant as I dig my fingers into his shoulders.
Never stopping, never varying his motion, he bends to my breast, and he sucks my nipple into his mouth as I start to cry out.
“Oh god, yes!”
It is so intense, so incredible. Every inch of me seems joined in the explosion that’s finally fully triggered. His long, thick cock continues to push in and out of me, his strong body seems to be all around me, and just before I lose awareness, I see that his beautiful, brown eyes are smiling down at me. I reach the edge and then sail right over into the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever had.
Wave after wave of pleasure passes through me. My mind seems to leave my body for I don’t know how long, and then I’m floating. Floating off to someplace made of pure ecstasy. Finally, I come back to myself, and become aware that Billy is still moving in me, slowly and tenderly, and he’s holding me tight.
“That was…” I try to speak, but I’m not quite able. My breath is ragged and thin.
“Yeah,” Billy agrees. He brushes hair away from my mouth and kisses me, tenderly and deeply.
“Yeah,” I sigh.
I smile at him and he grins down at me. “Wanna do it again?”
We’re still doing it, so I’m kind of confused by his invitation. Do it again? Ohhhh. Realization dawns on me just as Billy reaches under me and deftly flips us around so that he’s suddenly lying on the bed and I’m sitting astride him. Mmmmm. All new sensations await discovery.
I lean over and kiss him. When we part, Billy’s voice is nearly a growl. “I wanna see you come again.”
“All you have to do is ask,” I say, smiling at him, still in a blissed-out state.
I love this position, and I’ve never loved it more than right now. Seeing Billy’s incredible physique laid out beneath me is exciting all by itself. I finally get my chance to trace the patterns of the tattoos that adorn his muscles. I swirl my fingers over the peaks and valleys of his firm torso. I lean over him to lay kisses here and there.