I can’t concentrate on too many things at once so I just hold the tip of the vibrator against my clit and let the pulsing do the work. “Is that your favorite part? Is that what gets you off?”
“No.” He’s firm again but this time, he doesn’t seem surprised by his own answer.
“What gets you off? Tell me your favorite part.” It’s everything I can do to keep that last part from sounding like I’m begging.
“My favorite part of imagining fucking you while I’m jerking off is something we haven’t done yet.” Malcolm keeps his hand moving slowly along his ridged shaft as he looks at me. His eyes search mine for some sign that I want to know what he’s been dreaming about. I’m not sure why he thinks he needs to search. The fact that I need to know is written across my face in fucking neon.
I have to know, now!
I just stare at him, letting my face tell him everything he needs to know.
“What gets me off is imagining you lowering your pussy over my face. I think about you holding onto the headboard as you rub that sweet little cunt over my outstretched tongue. I want you to ride my face until you cum.” His words are fast, like they’re spilling out of him. Like he can’t control himself. “I want to feel your juices run down my face. I want to feel your scream of joy through the flesh of your clenching thighs. When I think about you cumming on my face is when I cum.”
“Get the fuck over here,” I shout, throwing B.O.B. to the side. Bedroom games be damned, this is about to get serious. “Lay right fucking there,” I order, pointing to a spot on the bed. Malcolm does exactly as he’s told. I take one look at his entire body, so strong, lean, and athletic. It would be so much fun to rub my pussy over any part of him, but he wants my cunt on his face?
Who am I to deny him that? Or, myself for that matter?
His hand returns to his cock, slowly stroking it up and down. “Don’t you dare cum before I tell you to,” I warn him. “That’s mine.”
I grab the headboard. The dark wood arching up at the center of the bed is the perfect place to grip. I feel the little straps of my thong shift as I swing my leg over Malcolm’s face. I catch the briefest glimpse of his face as my thigh passes over him. The sparkle of ecstasy in his eyes is so insanely hot. The idea that I could create that feeling in a man drives me wild.
My knee touches the mattress and I begin lowering myself onto his face. The scratching of his five-o’clock shadow against the soft skin of my thighs sends shivers racing up and down my spine.
I feel the warmth of his tongue and the rumble of his appreciative moan as I settle in. His hands slide all over the silk covering my legs. His tongue is lapping at my pussy. All of the work with the vibrator is slowly running toward his outstretched tongue and he’s drinking it up.
I rock my hips, moving the folds of my pussy past the tip of his tongue and then back again. This is a new sensation for me. I’ve never been in control of oral sex like this, and fuck all if it isn’t the hottest thing ever.
And fucking hard. It takes a lot more strength in the thighs to hold yourself up like this then I’d thought it would. I’m already shaking from the effort.
Malcolm’s hands grab me by the tops of my thighs and he pulls me down onto him. It takes the strain off my thigh muscles but how the hell can he breathe?
I don’t put too much thought into his ability to get air because at that same moment he jams his tongue straight into my pussy and starts wiggling it around. He traces the entire way around my opening.
I’ve never felt anything like this before and my body rewards Malcolm for creating this new experience by unleashing every bit of sexual energy I have stored in me. I dig my fingers into the headboard. It takes everything I have in my arms to keep upright as I tremble. The sheer joy racing through me forces my eyes shut, my head backward, and a scream out of me that starts at the very core of my being.
The first wave starts to subside. I loosen my grip on the headboard. Malcolm is still working his tongue between the folds of my pussy. He makes the most wonderful moaning sounds that radiate through my body. It's like he's enjoying the most delicious meal ever.
Riding his face is so fucking hot. It's a new experience for me and once again, just like every other time with Malcolm, the orgasm was spectacular. But, I'm not ready to be done and there are other things that I want.
Now that I finally feel confident that I can control my body enough to move I start to pull my leg over the top of Malcolm. I can't prove it, but I'm pretty sure that he whimpered a little as I pulled my pussy away from his face. I don't worry too much about his disappointment because I know he'll be getting his sweet treat back in just a moment. I really do enjoy being the center of attention, but this time I want to take a more active role. I know it may seem like Malcolm is enjoying himself, but I want him to really enjoy himself.
I manage to swing my leg all the way over Malcolm without falling on my head, which I consider to be a huge bonus given that my size and my arms are shaking uncontrollably from all the exertion and excitement. Looking at Malcolm's face I can't help but take a certain amount of satisfaction from the fact that his skin is shiny, and slick with my cum. Despite the disappointed look on his face from having just lost the chance to continue to eat my pussy, there is definitely a sense of deep satisfaction in
his eyes.
At any given moment I love to just stare at his handsome face, but right now, I have other plans and I think he desperately wants to continue to lick me. It takes a little bit of doing, but I'm able to reposition myself so that I swing my other leg back over his face so that now I'm facing toward the rest of him.
Once again Malcolm lets out a fulfilled moan when I lower my cunt over his face. He immediately readjusts his arms so that he is able to grab my ass. It is a combination of him pulling me closer to him and him lifting his head so that he can once again plunges tongue between my folds. His stubble tickles my freshly shaven pussy.
I take a moment to let him get adjusted and for me to admire his rock hard twelve inches. The slightly purple tint to the skin of the head of his cock makes my mouth water. I fall forward barely catching myself with my arms that land on each side of his hips. As I allow myself to fall, my mouth is open and I’m impaled on his beautiful, thick cock. I pull my head back just a fraction of an inch, the movement soliciting another deep moan from Malcolm. I now have enough room to run my tongue over and around the head of his cock. The velvety soft skin is the sharp contrast to the hardness that lays beneath.
I stop for just a moment, keeping my lips wrapped tightly around his cock, but paying attention to the movements of his tongue as he continues to lick and suck me. This is a bit of a mental exercise for me. Using just a few seconds of sensory input I match the movements of his tongue on my pussy with the movements of my tongue on his dick. I also add an up-and-down motion using my arms and my neck to bob my head along his shaft.
Intellectual exercise, or not, I get so turned on by having this man's cock in my mouth. The idea that I'm giving him pleasure and driving him to the brink of insanity gives me great satisfaction. Sucking Malcolm's cock is almost like a game to me. There are two different ways to score points. The only way to score points is to take as much of his giant cock into and out of me as possible. This particular position is exceptionally good for this part of the game. His hard cock curves slightly upward which I am finding matches the curve of my throat. I bend my arms and push down with my neck feeling the tip of his cock touch the back of my throat before he gently bends and matches the arch of my throat. I surprise myself when my nose touches the warm skin of his ball sack.
I pause for a moment to enjoy my own sense of pride and let the guttural rumbling of his satisfaction pass through my body before I lift my head. I make sure to lift up slowly and pay special attention to keeping my lips tightly sealed around his shaft. I'm rewarded for my efforts by the digging of his fingers into my hips as he pulls himself tighter into my pussy.
We continue pleasing each other with our mouths for what feels like a very long time but in reality it was probably just a couple of minutes. I don't actually know about him, but my guess is that he is as close to release as I am, so again I swing my leg over his head. Somehow I manage to complete this maneuver while keeping his cock in my mouth. I work my body around, still keeping his cock between my lips, until I'm positioned between his legs. I roll my eyes up so that I can see as much of him as possible. I can tell that his eyes are closed and his jaw is set in a sexually frustrated clinch.