"Touch me," I groan.
He pulls my shorts off my hips and he strokes me. The friction of his fingers against my clit sets me on fire. I'm going to come on his hand quickly.
I groan.
I tug at his hair.
I tug at his hair enough to bring his mouth to my other nipple.
Joel slides his fingers over me until he's teasing my cunt.
Holy fuck I just thought cunt.
It feels right.
It feels good.
"Please," I groan.
Slowly, he slides a finger inside me. Then another. Then his thumb is working my clit.
The pressure is so intense my knees wobble. I have to plant my hands on his shoulders for support.
He fucks me with his fingers as he sucks on my nipple.
Pleasure floods my body. Almost.
Almost…
Joel pulls his hand away. "On your back. Now."
I collapse on the couch.
Then he's between my legs, pulling my boxers off my feet.
"Joel," I groan as I reach for his hair. There. I've got it. I tug him towards me.
He plants his hands on my inner thighs and he pries my legs apart.
One falls over the side of the couch. The other presses against its back.
Joel drags his lips up my inner thigh. Then his mouth is on me.
He licks me from top to bottom again and again. Then he's plunging his tongue inside me, sucking on my lips, ever-so-gently scraping his teeth against my tender flesh.
I tug at his hair as I rock my hips against his mouth. My conscious brain shuts off.
I don't stop to think about what I want.
I just demand it.
"Make me come, baby," I groan.
He licks me up and down again. Again. Again.
Then his mouth is on my clit. He digs his fingers into the flesh of my inner thigh as he licks me.
God that feels good.