He lightly touched the tip of her clit, engorged and so sensitive. Instinctively, Callie opened her legs up wider and bucked her hips up into his mouth.
Callie knew he was intent on teasing her because he held her firmly away from his mouth, lapping at her once, then twice, then blowing lightly on her heated flesh.
“More,” she cried, no longer worried about anyone walking in on them, no longer caring if anyone in the kitchen heard her scream out for him.
A smile on his lips, he reached for her and brought her lips to his, letting her taste her juices, letting her lick them from his tongue.
“You have the sweetest pussy,” he said, and she said, “Please.” His hand on her thigh, only inches from her lips, he said, “Tell me what you want.” Callie didn’t even have to think. “Lick me.”
Tobey licked her kneecap. “Here?” he asked, his eyes devious and challenging.
“No,” she cried, wishing he would give her what she wanted, wishing she didn’t have to say the words.
He licked the tender flesh on the inside of her elbow. “Here?” Callie gave in. “My pussy,” she whispered, amazed to hear the word roll off her tongue. “Lick my pussy,” she said again, her voice louder, more sure as she realized how much she liked the feel of the word as it rolled from her tongue to her lips and then out into the cold air of their private refrigerated world.
Tobey kissed her hard on her lips, bruising them, before kissing a trail down her flesh, from the hollow of her neck to the valley between her lush breasts.
“I,” he pulled at her nipples with his mouth, causing shivers of ecstasy to race down Callie’s spine, “would be happy,” his tongue dipped into her belly button, “to lick,” and then lower still to the very tip of her clit, “your pussy.” In an instant his mouth was on her, hot and insistent. His tongue plunged in and out of her canal, he sucked on her swollen clit, and Callie cried out as all of the pressure that had been building up since she first saw Tobey standing at the bar threatened to explode into a million glorious pieces. Impossible tremors wracked her, knocking her back against the shelves, pushing her off the counter into Tobey’s lips and teeth and hands. He slipped a finger into her slick, pulsing canal, then two. Callie felt her muscles clench around him, trying to take his thick fingers even deeper and she envisioned his cock pumping in and out of her, just like his fingers were doing, rough and powerful and perfect. Her heart pounding so hard, faster than she thought it could, the rainbow of colors faded away, and Callie fell limp in Tobey’s arms.
* * * * *
Still on his knees, sticky in a pool of milk, Tobey could hardly think. He could hardly breathe. He was no stranger to sweaty, grinding sex, but he couldn’t help but be amazed by what happened to him with this woman. He got within five feet of her and he lost his mind. He had to have her. Every perfect inch of her.
He grinned as he felt the last of her contractions press down on his fingers. He was pleased, more pleased than he could ever say, that Callie obviously felt exactly the same way about him. He had always had a thing for stacked little blondes, but this one was putting every other woman he’d been with to shame. She was heedless in her passion, shy yet demanding, hungry, yet waiting for him to make the next move.
His grin fell away. His cock throbbed in his pants, demanding attention. Tobey hadn’t been this hard since he was sixteen, about to stick his dick into his first pussy. He didn’t think he could hold off much longer.
With his free hand, he undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants, then reached for the condom in his back pocket. Steadying Callie, who had leaned her weight against him as she recovered from the huge orgasm that had ripped through her, Tobey slowly slid his fingers from her, pressing one last kiss to her sweet cunt, licking her sweet juices off of his lips before he rose up from his knees.
Finally, the tip of his cock rested at the incredibly wet, pink entrance to her vagina, his hugely swollen head red with insistence. Tobey wanted to plunge into her, roughly, forcefully, until he exploded. He wanted to overpower her, to squeeze her enormous breasts, to feel them heavy in his hands as he rode her, dominated her. He wanted to grab her ankles and push them over her shoulders, opening up her thighs wide so that he could watch his cock sink into her, inch by inch.
But even though he wanted to do all of this and more, he didn’t. Because even more than Tobey wanted to take Callie for his own pleasure, he wanted to please her all over again. He wanted to hear her cries of ecstasy and watch her as she came beneath him.
He slipped the condom on in one smooth move, and smiled into her beautiful blue eyes. She looked up at him, shy again, and Tobey opened his mouth to murmur something comforting to her, to let her know that she was safe with him, that he was going to take his time, even if it killed him.
And then her eyes changed, turning from a clear ocean to a swirling, deep dark blue. Before he knew what had even happened, Callie had bucked her hips into him and swallowed his cock. All of it.
“Callie,” he groaned against her lips. She shut him up with a kiss so full of ownership, Tobey knew right then and there that he would be hers forever.
Bucking and rearing, Tobey slid in and out of her, delirious with pleasure. Her breasts struck his chest with every thrust and Callie’s kisses sucked all of the breath from him. Barely coherent, Tobey felt her muscles begin to tighten around his shaft.
Mustering what little control he had left, he held her ass still with his big hands.
“Look at me.”
As if from a dream, Callie opened her eyes slowly. Hazy with passion, she watched him watch her.
Tobey slid out one inch, and then another. Callie’s eyelids fell shut and so he stilled again.
“Open your eyes,” he said, his voice shaking with need even as he gave her his command.
Slowly she re-opened them and he thought he saw defiance in their depths.
He was right. “They’re open,” she whispered. “Now show me a good time.” Tobey would have laughed if he could have. Instead he thrust his cock into her pussy again and again, watching her eyes change again from a deep blue to a dark purple. As Callie’s orgasm overtook her, Tobey closed his eyes, threw his head back, and came hard and long. It seemed to go on forever. He thought he would never feel so good again for the rest of his life.
But then, just as he relaxed, feeling much like he did at the end of a marathon, out of breath and exhilarated, Callie’s body language changed beneath him. It might have been an imperceptible change to some men, but Tobey recognized it immediately for what it was.
ghtly touched the tip of her clit, engorged and so sensitive. Instinctively, Callie opened her legs up wider and bucked her hips up into his mouth.
Callie knew he was intent on teasing her because he held her firmly away from his mouth, lapping at her once, then twice, then blowing lightly on her heated flesh.
“More,” she cried, no longer worried about anyone walking in on them, no longer caring if anyone in the kitchen heard her scream out for him.
A smile on his lips, he reached for her and brought her lips to his, letting her taste her juices, letting her lick them from his tongue.
“You have the sweetest pussy,” he said, and she said, “Please.” His hand on her thigh, only inches from her lips, he said, “Tell me what you want.” Callie didn’t even have to think. “Lick me.”
Tobey licked her kneecap. “Here?” he asked, his eyes devious and challenging.
“No,” she cried, wishing he would give her what she wanted, wishing she didn’t have to say the words.
He licked the tender flesh on the inside of her elbow. “Here?” Callie gave in. “My pussy,” she whispered, amazed to hear the word roll off her tongue. “Lick my pussy,” she said again, her voice louder, more sure as she realized how much she liked the feel of the word as it rolled from her tongue to her lips and then out into the cold air of their private refrigerated world.
Tobey kissed her hard on her lips, bruising them, before kissing a trail down her flesh, from the hollow of her neck to the valley between her lush breasts.
“I,” he pulled at her nipples with his mouth, causing shivers of ecstasy to race down Callie’s spine, “would be happy,” his tongue dipped into her belly button, “to lick,” and then lower still to the very tip of her clit, “your pussy.” In an instant his mouth was on her, hot and insistent. His tongue plunged in and out of her canal, he sucked on her swollen clit, and Callie cried out as all of the pressure that had been building up since she first saw Tobey standing at the bar threatened to explode into a million glorious pieces. Impossible tremors wracked her, knocking her back against the shelves, pushing her off the counter into Tobey’s lips and teeth and hands. He slipped a finger into her slick, pulsing canal, then two. Callie felt her muscles clench around him, trying to take his thick fingers even deeper and she envisioned his cock pumping in and out of her, just like his fingers were doing, rough and powerful and perfect. Her heart pounding so hard, faster than she thought it could, the rainbow of colors faded away, and Callie fell limp in Tobey’s arms.
* * * * *
Still on his knees, sticky in a pool of milk, Tobey could hardly think. He could hardly breathe. He was no stranger to sweaty, grinding sex, but he couldn’t help but be amazed by what happened to him with this woman. He got within five feet of her and he lost his mind. He had to have her. Every perfect inch of her.
He grinned as he felt the last of her contractions press down on his fingers. He was pleased, more pleased than he could ever say, that Callie obviously felt exactly the same way about him. He had always had a thing for stacked little blondes, but this one was putting every other woman he’d been with to shame. She was heedless in her passion, shy yet demanding, hungry, yet waiting for him to make the next move.
His grin fell away. His cock throbbed in his pants, demanding attention. Tobey hadn’t been this hard since he was sixteen, about to stick his dick into his first pussy. He didn’t think he could hold off much longer.
With his free hand, he undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants, then reached for the condom in his back pocket. Steadying Callie, who had leaned her weight against him as she recovered from the huge orgasm that had ripped through her, Tobey slowly slid his fingers from her, pressing one last kiss to her sweet cunt, licking her sweet juices off of his lips before he rose up from his knees.
Finally, the tip of his cock rested at the incredibly wet, pink entrance to her vagina, his hugely swollen head red with insistence. Tobey wanted to plunge into her, roughly, forcefully, until he exploded. He wanted to overpower her, to squeeze her enormous breasts, to feel them heavy in his hands as he rode her, dominated her. He wanted to grab her ankles and push them over her shoulders, opening up her thighs wide so that he could watch his cock sink into her, inch by inch.
But even though he wanted to do all of this and more, he didn’t. Because even more than Tobey wanted to take Callie for his own pleasure, he wanted to please her all over again. He wanted to hear her cries of ecstasy and watch her as she came beneath him.
He slipped the condom on in one smooth move, and smiled into her beautiful blue eyes. She looked up at him, shy again, and Tobey opened his mouth to murmur something comforting to her, to let her know that she was safe with him, that he was going to take his time, even if it killed him.
And then her eyes changed, turning from a clear ocean to a swirling, deep dark blue. Before he knew what had even happened, Callie had bucked her hips into him and swallowed his cock. All of it.
“Callie,” he groaned against her lips. She shut him up with a kiss so full of ownership, Tobey knew right then and there that he would be hers forever.
Bucking and rearing, Tobey slid in and out of her, delirious with pleasure. Her breasts struck his chest with every thrust and Callie’s kisses sucked all of the breath from him. Barely coherent, Tobey felt her muscles begin to tighten around his shaft.
Mustering what little control he had left, he held her ass still with his big hands.
“Look at me.”
As if from a dream, Callie opened her eyes slowly. Hazy with passion, she watched him watch her.
Tobey slid out one inch, and then another. Callie’s eyelids fell shut and so he stilled again.
“Open your eyes,” he said, his voice shaking with need even as he gave her his command.
Slowly she re-opened them and he thought he saw defiance in their depths.
He was right. “They’re open,” she whispered. “Now show me a good time.” Tobey would have laughed if he could have. Instead he thrust his cock into her pussy again and again, watching her eyes change again from a deep blue to a dark purple. As Callie’s orgasm overtook her, Tobey closed his eyes, threw his head back, and came hard and long. It seemed to go on forever. He thought he would never feel so good again for the rest of his life.
But then, just as he relaxed, feeling much like he did at the end of a marathon, out of breath and exhilarated, Callie’s body language changed beneath him. It might have been an imperceptible change to some men, but Tobey recognized it immediately for what it was.