“Oh, I’ll enjoy it, pet. Don’t you worry.” I take another bite of my burger from her hands, and she takes another bite of hers from mine. “So much so, our neighbors will be thankful they missed it by going to church. By being good little boys and girls while we have all the fun.”
Melissa just snickers like a mischievous schoolgirl and says, “Exactly what I was hoping you would say.”
After finishing our late-night snack, Melissa and I get a few hours of rest. It’s not a hard, dreamless sleep, so much as it is napping. Resting in the space between sleeping and waking. Hovering in between consciousness, and that warm, fizzy drug: pleasant, lazy thought.
In that space, I keep thinking about Melissa, about her sexy, curvy ass. How shapely and plump it is, without being chubby and large like mine. I think about how pink her asshole is. How welcoming and warm it would be to my cock with her bent over the railing on her balcony. What kind of delicious, animalistic sounds she would make bent over that way, being forced to hang outside where everyone and anyone could see her getting plowed by me.
In no time at all, my dick is thick and hard with these fantasies. So much so that it starts poking up through the sheets and comforter. Pushing them down and off, with no effort on mine or Melissa’s part. The minute the covers slip off me, revealing my big, shiny cock and its wet, ready tip, Melissa jumps at it.
She puts her mouth around and down on it before I’ve even have to ask her. As she begins to lick and suck me, she moans, long and low, seeming to vibrate that sound through my skin and down my shaft. She moves up and down on me quickly and efficiently, letting her throat come around my tip a few times. It sucks around me, like the walls of a secret pleasure room. As my cockhead fills the space, she moans again, sending the vibrations through me.
As she does, I throw my head back and groan. I sigh with her, cursing gently under my breath. Having her dedicate so much love and attention to me, that drives me wild. It makes me turn to putty in her mouth and hands, which have come up to start cupping and playing with my balls.
I arch up slightly, and Melissa chuckles appreciatively. She encircles my cock with her tongue and begins to flick it from side to side as she moves up my shaft and to my head. This makes me wiggle and squirm, but I’m not trying to get away. I’m trying to get more out of her. More attention and touching. Which is exactly what I get. She ups the tempo and speed on her mouth and tongue work, at the same time increasing in varying her stimulation of my ball and the skin there, with little tickles and touches.
After a particularly fast and furious few minutes of traveling the length of my aching, twitching shaft with her mouth, letting her throat clench around my cock head a few times, she pulls her mouth off me. But only to grab a bottle of lube from the same nightstand I put our drinks on, as well as another condom.
She hands both to me, before repositioning herself so that she’s kneeling across me with her big and curvy ass in my face. As she does this, I see how wet and pink her pussy is.
Seeing this, I’m made harder, but it’s her words to me next, that actually cause my head to ooze a bit of precum. “I thought you could get me ready for the taking,” she whispers, shaking her ass at me. She pushes it closer to me and spreads her cheeks a bit with her own hands so that I can see her tight pussy.
My body temperature spikes, and I fumble to open up the lube and start covering her folds and hole with it. “Of course, pet,” I say, trying to sound cool and collected — in charge like I’m supposed to be sounding as her boss. “I will get you ready for me, as any good boyfriend would.” Saying this, I drizzle more of the lube on her, watching, completely mesmerized, as it drips down her curves, into her crack, and gathers at her clit. The way it comes together in drips around it, it’s like watching frosting being put on a cake. “Ooh, Melissa. Ooh, baby! I’m going to get diabetes from eating on this candy ass!”
“Oh, no,” says Melissa in mock terror, shaking her slowly, lubed-up ass at me. “We wouldn’t want that, now would we?”
In response, I give her a bit more lube, deciding to rub it down her slit and into her pussy. As I do this, she trembles. She shivers and sighs, bending into me. Spreading herself wider for me, she practically begs me to finger her. Which I oblige in the next second with two fingers instead of one.