I can hear the blood singing in my ears, feel my heart pounding against my ribs as his huge hands run their way up the inside of my thighs.
I can’t control it anymore, and I finally manage to gasp his name, begging him to suck me, pleading with him to make me come.
He’s not teasing me to make me uncomfortable, he’s enjoying every second he watches me receive his pleasure.
His hands move up and down my thighs, he murmurs how soft I am, how beautiful I am. How much he wants to taste me in his mouth.
Every time it feels like I can’t hold it a second longer, I find a new level of pleasure from his touch.
He’s not teasing, he’s teaching me.
Teaching me how to feel, how to enjoy his touch and the sensations from my own body.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs again, sending my womanhood into overdrive as he pulls my panties to one side, using the fabric to open me up as he growls again with satisfaction.
My own hands start to stray towards my slickness, and my hips start to buck as my own reflex to come starts to overpower me.
James shushes me gently, easing my hands away, and slowly lowers his head over my slick valley, placing my hands in his hair instead.
I grip his head with both hands, stroking his thick hair wildly and grateful to have something to touch finally. When he uses both hands to spread my lips wide as he presses his whole mouth over me, it feels like nothing I could ever have imagined possible.
His tongue is inside me in an instant, and his own low moans of arousal and pleasure are matched by my own. I press him harder and deeper into me, wanting all of him inside me but needing him to keep moving those magic hands, his smooth skin teasing my throbbing clit from its hood.
Each thrashing beat of my heart like a drumbeat, bouncing off it as I feel my essence running freely now, savoring the sensation of its warmth and the feeling of James savoring every part of it.
I feel the fabric of my panties snap, jerking at the contact as it slides through my wetness and is replaced with both of James’ hands under my rump as he lifts me up further, his whole face buried in my sex, his whole body tense with power as he works steadily to release the climax I can feel building up inside me.
I thought I was gonna come before.
I thought I knew what pleasure was, James is showing me what pleasure is, and everything beyond it.
His fingers gently pressing parts of me in time with the magic of his mouth and tongue, signaling me I can come if I want to, he has plenty more where this came from.
I want to come so bad, but I want this to last forever.
A pleasing itch, like an ache so deep inside me that wants out, but I try to hold it for as long as I can before it consumes me.
I squeak his name, hearing my breathing getting faster and faster until it finally breaks over me like a wave.
A lifetime’s worth of frustration, longing, fear, anger, and happiness is released in a single moment.
James holds me firmly, but I can feel my hips, thighs, and my whole drenched pussy bucking against him, like the same magic wave breaking over rocks.
My rock.
My James.
His low moans of satisfied pleasure as he slowly runs his hands over me again once my climax starts to subside make me twitch and shiver still.
It feels like forever and a part of me wonders why I was trying to hold back.
After a while, once I can feel my body again, James’ face is over mine and he kisses me deeply.
Tasting myself on his tongue, on his mouth, and on his cheeks is the hottest thing I’ve felt since that same mouth was on me a few moments ago.
We kiss again, and again for longer, his body moving up until I can feel him press up against me.
I want his weight on me, it makes this feel real, like none of this is the dream it feels like.
I can feel his thick cock through his pants, pressing into my belly. Wanting to fill me with his seed and I want him there more than anything.
But I have to tell him.
I must.
No secrets, remember?
Chapter Sixteen
James
There’s only one thing more arresting then Krystal in that gown, and that’s watching my own hands peel it off her.
Her thick chest spills out of it first, making me pause a little, trying to delay my own gratification while showing her maximum pleasure.
Her nipples are light pink, like rivets against the creamy white of her smooth skin. Her breasts heave in time with her breath, the pounding of her heart making them thump in time with my own pulse.