She tried to get away, but he held her fast as he feasted on her. A finger slipped inside her wet, hot pussy and again, she tried to scamper away from him.
“Please…please,” she breathed at him.
He held her with his teeth but spoke. “What? You want me to stop eating this clitty? You want me to stop sucking?”
“Yes, please, I can’t take anymore.”
“Oh, but you can. You haven’t splashed that sweet cum on me yet.”
“I…I…can’t.”
“You can and you will.” He fingered her deeper, and she wanted it.
She felt an orgasm race to her face and she couldn’t stop it, and still fought to get away, and finally she did, falling sideways onto the rug. He had her leg and splayed it apart and pulled her up on all fours.
“Nooo, I can’t,” she moaned.
He knew she was a second from exploding, and he wanted it.
From the back, he shoved his face against her pussy while his hand captured her clit and rubbed it between his fingers. She was so slurpy and tangy sweet he couldn’t get enough and intended to eat her raw.
She scampered away as he had predicted and he was right with her, his tongue attacking her hole like it was his enemy. Spreading her ass cheeks, he licked up her and she screeched with horrific pleasure. Down and up, in and out he went, all the time keeping her clit a prisoner between his fingers. Her hands clawed into the deep pile carpet as she tried to not want to accept the gift of his oral pleasuring.
Her body was on fire. Every nerve ending was stretched to the limit. Everything in her head was a jumble of sexual images. In her mind’s eye she could see what he was doing to her, like she was outside herself. She also saw what she wanted to do to him.
She was raw, and his lips and tongue helped to ease the irritating little stinging caused by his sucking. She felt the rush of another orgasm speeding through her. She felt him press against her pubis and then shove his tongue so far in her that she couldn’t help but ride it like it was a pony. Then, it slithered from her, streams of silky, sticky cum, pouring from her like syrup from a warmed, spouted jar. She felt him nuzzle his face in it and begin to lap at it…cleaning it off her.
She was so weak her stomach ached, and she fell over to her side, turning slightly to look at him. He lay with his back against the couch, his chest rising and falling heavily. His face was shiny from her bodily expulsion, and he licked his lips again, to show her that he much appreciated her taste.
Her eyes lowered and she saw him, large, erect, and curved. The head of his cock was shiny, and a small bit of pre-cum sat at the top like a glistening gemstone. She crawled forward—not exactly sure why she was doing it, but knowing that nothing could stop her.
Her eyes were glued to his thick member. There was no preamble as she rubbed up his lithe, strong legs until her face was an inch above his cock’s head. Opening her mouth, she took him in. Not gentle little sucks, but a wide, mouth-opening draw. She heard him moan when her mouth closed around him, and began to lower down the veiny shaft. Sliding her lips down, she let her tongue dance around him, offering as much pleasure as she could. She withdrew and took him in her fist and sucked the head of his cock…then tongued her way down one side of his shaft, then up the other. She kneaded his ball sac, careful not to apply too much pressure to that special spot that would make him shoot his load instantly. The sound that came from him was a mixture of moans and groans as he pushed himself up against her mouth. He knew what she was doing; she was taking her pleasure but she was being the doctor, too. She was trying to keep that perfect professional control she always had with him. He willed the tickle of his orgasm back again, and pulled himself out of her mouth.
Under different circumstances it might have been comical to see her mouth poised in that perfect O shape, but now it was exquisite.
Her eyes showed her dismay at the interruption of oral pleasuring, and he wanted to ease her confusion by sliding himself back into her mouth. But it was time he stopped riding steerage and took his place in the captain’s chair.
He sat on the couch, and pulled her up to him, leaning back so that the angle of his perfectly shaped cock was pointing upward. He pulled her legs over him. Reaching down, he opened her lips. She was so wet, just the way he had always wanted her.
“You want it?”
Of course she did, but surely he wouldn’t expect her to say it. She began to lower herself, but his strong hands held her up and off him. The urge to push down was strong, almost as though her hungry pussy knew it was inches away from being fed.
“Do you want it?” he asked again.
She shook her head, but it was the beautiful word of acquiescence he wanted to hear from her own lips.
He didn’t speak again, but waited, holding her up and away from the prize.
She stared into his eyes. He wasn’t battling with her, but he was a man that wanted certain things and he was not giving in until he got them.
“Yessss!” The word came out as an angry hiss rather than the raspy beseech he preferred, but he had to make it be enough because he wanted her more than he had wanted any other woman in his entire life. He loosened his grip, but didn’t remove his hands from her slim waist. Rather, he eased her down toward him.
The heat of his cock’s head touched her lips. He moved her back and forth, hoping to have some of her juices ease his entrance. She moved down and he closed his eyes from the sheer heat of her inner lips. She slid down his shaft and the tightness of her threatened to have him shoot his load. Down she moved, and he leaned his head back as she fit around him like a tight racing glove. The juiciness helped only a little and he knew that there was a small amount of discomfort for her. Inch by sexy inch, she eased down onto him with agonizingly slow precision. Finally her firm but womanly soft ass rested on his thighs.
He’s in, she thought to herself, trying to ignore the pain that was not exactly hurting in a bad way. He filled her and she wondered how long she’d be able to hold him inside her. She felt his hand reach up and gently push her hair away from her face, revealing a gentleness, letting go of all the boundaries of her proficient daily attitude. He leaned forward and kissed her softly, taking her lips and moving his own over them gently. Only when she answered back with a slight pressure of her own did he allow his tongue to dart out and seek the warmth of her mouth.
A white heat shot through her and she pushed her face more into his. She didn’t know when it started, only that they were moving together—she pressing down and he pushing up into her. He held onto her hips, pulling her forward, deepening into her with every thrust. He let go of her lips and let her breathe.