Curvy girl, first world problem for sure.
I decide to be bold. I drop the towel and exit the bathroom. He’s standing in his room, digging through a dresser drawer. Our eyes connect in the mirror and he growls low in his throat. Oh my God. He looks like a predator as stalks toward me, his prey. I love it. What the hell does that say about me?
“You have small towels,” I say breathlessly. The way he is looking at me makes me wetter than I ever have been before.
“Thank God for small favors,” he growls as he reaches me. Somehow, he lifts me into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist. I should stop this. I don’t really know him at all, but everything in me is telling me that I do. That I can trust him. That he’s going to own me, and I am going to revel in that knowledge. He kisses me with unbridled intensity, and I can’t stop the moan that seemingly comes from my toes. He’s unlike anyone I have ever known. His fingers are gripping my ass tightly.
“Savvy, I can feel how wet you are for me. Your pussy is soaking me through my shirt. Let me taste you,” he growls.
“What?” His question brings me back to reality. “Um, yeah.” Like I’d ever turn that down. He carries me to his bed and drops me on it. Before I can even bounce, he has my thighs spread and his face buried in my pussy. He groans as he inhales the scent of me. I try to close my legs, but he holds them open in his powerful grip. Damn. I shudder as his tongue touches my clit.
“Son of a bitch, Savvy. I will never get enough of this.” He eats me out like he’ll die if he stops. If he does, I just might. My hands fist in his hair just to get a grip on reality. How is he so good at this? I try to push all the images of other women out of mind, but it’s hard. Does he often pick women up on the beach to orally please? Because that’s what he’s doing to me, pleasing me beyond all rational thinking. I know he said he was a virgin, but maybe not a mouth virgin too.
Still, he’s eating me, and I can’t help relaxing into it. He uses a finger to gently press against my opening. It’s too much and I come all over his face. When he pops his head up, my juices are glistening in his scruffy beard. I grin as he climbs up my body and kisses me. I taste myself on his lips and moan, pulling him back to me for more kisses. Afterward, he just lays down next to me. What?
“Why are you stopping?” I blurt out, but my voice is husky, and I am so turned on it’s a wonder I haven’t caught on fire yet.
“That was all about you, baby,” he says leaning over and turning the bedside lamp on and turning the switch there off, thus shutting the overhead light out.
“Oh, no. I don’t like that at all.” I say, moving to climb on top of him. I pull his t-shirt up so that he has to sit up a bit to get it off.
“What are you doing?”
“It’s my turn to please you, unless you don’t want me too,” I say with a mock pout.
“No, no. Do whatever you want,” he groans.
With his shirt gone, I open his belt and shorts and tentatively reach my hand into his boxers. My hand wraps around his hard length. Oh my God. It’s massive. My mouth dries up as I stroke him up and down. I scoot down taking his shorts and boxers with me as I go. Feeling it and seeing it are two very different things. I lick my lips and gasp a little as his cock pops free and bounces off his stomach.
“Holy shit,” I murmur.
“You gonna be a good girl?” he asks, and I have to clench my thighs. I never would have thought that being called a “good girl” would do anything for me, but it so does. I nod, still staring at his junk. “Words, Savvy. I want to hear words.”
“Yes, I’ll be a good girl,” I say while looking directly into his eyes. Then I lower my head and take the head of his cock into my mouth. One drop of salty goodness hits my taste buds and I moan. I take more and more of him into my mouth, until he is at the back of my throat. There is still a good few inches that don’t fit, so I bring my hand up and encircle it. I get a good rhythm going between sucking and jerking. Eventually, he’s fucking my face like he owns me. I am pretty sure that he does. Without warning, he comes, trying to pull me off of him, but I suck even harder. I want to taste more of him. I drink all of him down and wipe my lips before sitting back up. He kisses me and our tastes mingle. Oh. My. God. He is so fucking hot, I don’t know what to do. I know that I’d like to scoot back up and sit on his still hard cock, but I don’t do that. He pulls me to lay beside him and kicks his clothes off the rest of the way, pulling the blankets over us.