Southern Comfort (Southern 2)

“Darlin’,” he says, pushing my hair away from my face, and I look up at him as he watches me take him in my mouth. “Fuck,” he says as I gag on his cock when it hits the back of my throat. “Take me,” he says softly. “All the way,” he says, and I try again, but he’s just so big I can’t. “Slowly,” he says but I don’t want to go slow.

“No,” I say, licking him from his balls to the top of his cock. “Not slow. Fast,” I say, sucking him in again and then licking the other side of his cock now. “Fast, hard, and wet,” I say.

“Is that what you want?” he asks, and my hand jerks him a couple of times.

“Yes,” I say, and his eyes gloss over, and his cock throbs in my hands. So I lean down and take him again in my mouth, sucking him deep and then twirling my tongue around his head.

“Yes. I want you to sit on the couch, and I want to sink down on your cock,” I say, and I shiver at the look on his face. He leans down and kisses me with his tongue while my hand jerks his cock, and I feel it getting bigger in my hand.

“I’m going,” he starts to say, and I take him in my mouth again, and I suck him in as my name leaves his lips when he releases himself. I swallow him until he’s done, and when I slip his cock out of my mouth, it is even harder than it was before.

“Darlin’.” He pulls me up, kissing me while he does. He wraps one hand around my waist and almost as if I weigh as light as a feather, he stands up and now I wrap my legs around him.

“Playtime is over,” he says, and I want to ask him what he means but instead I just sink into the kiss that he gives me. When we walk into the bedroom, he places me on the bed and then gets on his knees, taking off first one shoe and then the other. I reach out then and grab his hand, untying one cuff link and then the other. I slip his black jacket off his shoulders. My fingers loosen the silk tie around his neck and let it fall next to his jacket. The need to touch his chest is making my heart speed up. One button and then another and when I finally finish the last one, I lean in and kiss him right in the middle of his chest. I can feel his heart hammering in his chest, and with my two hands, I slip his shirt off. “My turn,” he says, and I smile at him.

Leaning in, he slowly unzips the dress and pulls it over my head, and it lands in the pile of clothes. My bra follows along with his pants, boxers, shoes, and socks and the two of us are just letting our hands roam over each other’s body. He leans down and grabs his pants and takes out his wallet and then the condoms that fall out of them on the floor in front of my feet. I laugh when the condom opens and I see it’s six condoms. “Someone was thinking he was getting lucky.”

He pushes the hair away from my face and cups my cheek. “Someone was hoping,” he says and kisses me and leans me back on the bed coming down with me.

He kisses me until he leaves me breathless, and he cups my breast. I throw my leg over his hip, and my pussy comes into contact with his cock. It would take nothing for him to slide into me. It would take nothing for me to roll him over and sink down on him. “Casey,” I say, and he just covers my mouth with his again.

He moves me effortlessly until I’m in the middle of the bed, and he’s hovering over me. My legs spread for him when he gets on his knees and slowly rips a condom open with his teeth. Taking it out and placing it on his cock that I’m finally seeing all of, and there is a lot to see. I watch him sheath himself and I hold my breath when he takes his cock in his hand and rubs it down my slit.

“Watch me,” he says to me, and my eyes never leave his hands as he rubs me again and then slowly puts the head at my entrance, and slowly, ever so slowly, his cock disappears inside me. Filling me and making me moan, I close my eyes and take in the feeling of him. My legs move up his hips now and lock behind his back as he falls forward on his elbows right beside my head.