Lip Service (Private Relations 2)

Turning her around to face him, he lowered his lips to hers, nipping at them gently until she opened her mouth to allow him access. As they continued to kiss under the spray, he let his hands roam over hips and back, pressing her closer to him. When he felt her hips press against him, he groaned, then broke away from her mouth.

Placing gentle nipping kisses on her skin, he worked his way down her body. Pausing at her breasts, he pulled a tight nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue against it, then lightly scraped his teeth against it. She arched her back, pressing her breast toward him as she moaned his name. Feeling his body tighten in response, he moved over to take her other nipple into his mouth and repeated the process until she was panting lightly and clutching his head.

Once she had released him, he continued to kiss his way down her body. He knelt at her feet now, and positioned her to lean back against the wall. Moving one of her thighs to rest over his shoulder, he brushed light kisses to the inside of it. Feeling her press her hips forward, he nipped at her soft skin, then sucked on a patch, leaving a red mark in his wake.

Moving his hand, he parted her folds and pressed his tongue against her clit. Hearing her rough intake of breath, followed by a low moan, he stroked his tongue against her more firmly now. Moving his other hand, he thrust two fingers into her tight channel, and began working them in and out of her.

Curling his fingers slightly, he continued to stroke her inner walls and flick his tongue against her as she panted. When he felt her fingers tug at his hair, he let out a moan against her moist flesh. Sucking her clit into his mouth now, he felt her hips buck against him.

Using the hand that had been holding her open, he steadied her hips. Increasing both the speed of his fingers and tongue, he felt her hips pressing rhythmically against his mouth now. She was crying out now with each press of his fingers, and tugging roughly at his hair.

She began to ramble now, telling him how good his mouth felt against her, begging him not to stop. No intention of stopping, he curled his fingers a bit more, making firm contact with her G-spot now. Crying out loudly, and immediately, she came against his tongue. Groaning, he continued to pump his fingers into her until he felt her body stop clenching and pressing against him.

When he gently pulled his fingers out of her and moved his mouth away from her flesh, she moved the leg that was balanced against his shoulder. She tried to regain her balance now, wobbling slightly.

Standing up, he steadied her, pressing his length against her again. She immediately pulled his mouth down to hers and gave him a long, slow kiss. Wrapping his arms around her, he spun her so she was under the spray again, realizing that her back had been leaned against the cold tile for a bit now.

Rubbing his hands up and down her back, he pulled back from her mouth and bit out a groan when she wrapped her hand around his hard length. He enjoyed the firm stroking of her hand against him for several minutes before he raggedly said, “I’d much rather come inside you.”

He saw her eyes flicker closed for a moment, his words clearly affecting her. She stopped moving her hand against him and asked, “Are we done in the shower then?”

When he gave a nod, she reached around him to turn off the water, then slid the curtain open.

Reaching, she passed a towel to him, then grabbed one for herself. They both quickly toweled off

and tossed the towels onto the floor. Wrapping his arms around her again, he dipped his head down and covered her mouth with his own, steering them blindly out of the bathroom and toward the bed.

Breaking apart momentarily, they moved onto the bed. They lay facing each other now. He could feel every curve of her pressed up against him now. Brushing his mouth against hers, he almost gave a sigh of relief when she all but tried to pull him on top of her.

Laughing softly, now sprawled against her, he said, “Was that a hint?”

A look of pure need on her face that almost completely undid him, she said, “Yes.”

“You sure I shouldn’t take my time?” he teased now.

Smirking at him now, she said, “Take as much time as you need as long as you need, as long as you’re inside me.”

Pressing his mouth to hers, he had the sudden urge to make love to her slowly. Knowing that they’d been greedy and quick more often than not, he wondered what it would be like to take his time. He moved between her thighs, his erect cock poised at her opening.

Finding her more than ready for him, he slid inside her with a groan. Breaking his mouth away, he said, “Give me your hands.”

She moved her hands up to where his were pressed into the bed on either side of her head. Adjusting slightly, he threaded his fingers through hers. Their hands now linked, he began to move slowly inside her. Their eyes locked now, he increased his pace slightly, though he still moved slowly and gently inside her.

He felt her bring her legs up to wrap them around his waist. They both moaned as he pressed into her even further. Lowering his mouth to hers, he placed quick nipping kisses against her lips as he continued to rock his hips against hers. When he felt her grip his hands more tightly and then heard those sexy little whimpers against his mouth, he groaned, knowing she was close.

Working himself in and out of her, he still kept his pace slow, but started alternating the depth of his thrusts, trying to prolong the pleasure. He felt her pussy begin to flutter around him now. Groaning, he said, “That’s it. Come on my cock, Chloe.”

Crying out now, she said, “I need…”

Rocking against her more quickly now, he said, “Whatever you need. Take it.”

He felt the simultaneous clenching of her channel around him and her hands against his as she cried out, her back arching. Sliding into her tight channel a few more times, he let himself go, groaning her name against her lips.

Feeling her legs unwrap from around his waist, he slid out of her and moved to the side. Unclasping their hands, he flexed his fingers a moment, then asked, “Did I hurt your hands?” when he saw her doing much the same thing.

Shaking her head, she said, “No.”

Looking at her more closely now, he asked, “You okay?”