Big Man Next Door

“I love hearing your voice, especially when you're singing for me. It makes me so fucking hard.” His tongue traces the shell of my ear, sending chills through my body.

Pushing his erection against my thigh, he gyrates his hips, rubbing his thick cock up and down. He's so damn hard already, threatening to bust through his jeans.

There's a chill in the air. The wind blows across the rooftop, ruffling my hair. Ian chuckles as he brushes the loose strands from my face. His fingertips keep moving, gliding down, following every line. They move across my eyebrows, down the bridge of my nose, and over my lips.

Following the curve of my jaw, he softly slides them down my neck, and between the valley of my breasts. My stomach is trembling as he keeps moving lower, over my naval and across the trim of my pants.

I'm shaking and I can't control it.

Ian grins, dipping the tips of his fingers into my jeans and running them back and forth. “You're shaking,” he says, the corner of his lip peeling back. “Are you turned on ? Is that what this is?”

Rubbing my thighs back and forth, my back arches up as I moan softly. “Yes, I'm so wet right now.”

“Is that right?” he asks, popping the button free on my pants. “I want to see for myself.”

With painful slowness, he slips his hand into my pants. Flicking my panties out of the way, he splits my lips apart and runs a single finger up between my folds. My juice slicks his finger as he circles my clit and slides back down to my entrance.

“You are really fucking wet.” Ian bites the tip of his tongue, his eyes glinting like gun metal under the soft light of the moon.

Slipping a finger into my heat, he starts to finger me. Pushing his finger in and out, he uses his thumb to draw slow circles over my clit. Everything in my brain shuts down. I can't think. I can't see straight. I can't even feel my toes.

His thumb works my tender button as he flutters kisses up my throat. Nipping at my skin, he turns one finger into two, and picks up the pace. Fucking me faster, his palm slams against my clit.

“Mm, Ian,” I groan, my voice drawing out his name as he thrusts in and out of my body. “That feels so good.”

“You haven't felt anything yet, this is just the beginning.” He speaks the words against my throat as his lips softly graze my skin.

Thrusting his fingers inside me, I can't stop my body from grinding against his palm. I'm so close, the orgasm is right there, begging to be set free.

Reaching down, I grab his wrist, and help him along. Rocking my hips, I fuck his fingers. “Yeah, yeah, I'm so close.” Tugging my bottom lip into my mouth, I bite down hard.

The orgasm hits, causing my legs to clamp around his hand. Holding him there, my pussy throbs, squeezing his fingers tightly. Ian curls his fingers up high, hitting my g-spot. The orgasm intensifies, creating fireworks of color behind my closed eyes.

“That's beautiful,” he says, pulling his fingers free. His eyes set on mine as he lifts his fingers to his lips and sucks them clean. “Now, I want to taste you.”

He moves down, taking my pants off as he slips between my legs. Taking off his jacket, he gestures for me to lift. Sliding his jacket underneath me, he presses me back down with his hand on my lower belly.

Grunting, Ian shifts himself lower, so his face is directly over my pussy. Inhaling, he smiles, licking his lips. “I'm excited for this. I've wanted to taste your pussy all night.”

“Fuck, that's hot.” My hips lift slightly, eager to feel his warm tongue.

Blowing cool air over my sensitive skin, he growls softly as he digs his fingers into my outer thighs. With the very tip of his tongue, he flicks my clit. It's so light, so fucking light, but it still sends shock waves through my system.

My thighs attempt to clamp around his head, but he captures them swiftly, pressing them open wide. With strong fingers, he holds the inside of my knees, and buries his face in my pussy.

Raking my fingers through his hair, I tear at his roots as his tongue drives inside my pussy. He's fucking me hard with his tongue, only coming up to take a breath and suck on my clit.

“Fuck, you taste incredible,” he says, his words buzzing against my skin as he flattens his tongue and runs it up my center. Ian sucks on every fold, every piece of skin, drinking me up like he's dehydrated and I'm the water he needs to survive.

Arching my back hard, I fist his hair, ripping at his scalp. “Holy shit,” I say, my words mostly air as he runs his tongue over every inch of my pussy.