A pull and upward tug, and her boobs slid free of the sports bra, and—god, I was just done, then. The sight of those fine-as-fuck tits was nearly too much. I had to clench my muscles and force my come to behave. Big, round, real, just a bit more than a full handful each…the most lush, beautiful tits I’d ever laid eyes on.
“Jesus, Dru.” I heard my mouth saying what my cock was thinking. “You are so fuckin’ sexy.”
“Sebastian—” Her voice was breathy, erotic music to my ears.
I answered by sucking her nipple into my mouth, and they tasted just as fucking divine as I’d imagined last night as I watched the shower water trickle over them, and when I’d jerked off to the image of them last night and again this morning. And if I didn’t get off now, I’d be making a trip to the bathroom to jerk off thinking about her again.
She writhed up off the table, pressing herself against me, moaning, cupping my head in both hands, and then I slid my mouth to her other breast and sampled the salty skin flavor of that one, palming the damp, puckered nipple of the one I’d just had in my mouth, and she whimpered again, and the sound went straight to my throbbing cock.
I flicked my tongue against her nipple, one after the other, thumbing and twisting whichever one I didn’t have my mouth on. But she had other lips I wanted to taste, and I’d seen those too, just as plump and damp as the ones on her mouth, and I betted they tasted like sugar. I cupped her breast with one hand and flicked her other nipple with my tongue and brought my free hand to the fly of her jeans, ripped open the button and slid the zipper down, shoved my hand beneath her ass and grasped denim and cotton underwear elastic and jerked them down in one rough yank, baring her pussy.
She squealed, but the squeal ended in a whimper as I brushed my lips across her pussy, breathing out as I did so, and she smelled amazing, like good, clean pussy. Recently waxed, soft as silk. Seeping desire. Fuck, I could see the juices dripping down her labia. I licked them away, and she writhed, gasping, and then groaning long and low and fierce as I slathered my tongue against her clit. I dove right in, no fucking around, no teasing, just went straight for eating her pussy like a starving man.
She was twisting under my mouth in no time, bucking, writhing so hard I had to press my forearm across her hips to keep her where I wanted her. Which only drove her crazier.
“Sebastian! Fuck! God, your mouth, it’s—fuck!”
“Come for me, Dru.” I slipped two fingers inside her tight wet pussy, explored her channel, slid them out, back in, faster, faster, mimicking what I’d do to her with my cock the second I got the chance. “Let me feel this tight fuckin’ cunt squeeze around my fingers.”
I curled my fingers inside her, felt her shudder, felt her thighs clench around my hand with bruising, crushing force as she bucked up off the table to smash her clit against my mouth. I sucked her clit between my teeth and then flicked it with my tongue and fucked her with my fingers. I pinched her nipples, one then the other, sucked, licked, flicked, and fingered her to pulsating, clenching, spasming, teeth-gnashing orgasm.
Inside—Jesus Christ…I needed to be inside her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—Sebastian, oh my god, oh my god—” Dru panted, the words nearly lost in the grinding of her teeth and the hoarse whimpers.
Then, mid-orgasm, she completely lost her goddamn mind.
“STOP! STOP! Jesus Christ, what the fuck am I doing?” She kicked me away, fighting her orgasm, trying to stand up, to get away from me, trying, it sort of seemed, to even get away from herself, from the pleasure rushing through her.
She lunged off the table, and I let her. At least, until I realized she wasn’t capable of even standing up straight, yet. I caught her, pulled her against my chest and held her as she shivered and shuddered through the last waves of her climax, and then crouched without letting go of her and snagged her jeans to drag them up her body. Got them to just beneath her butt cheeks and then slid her underwear up, tracing a finger around the circumference of the waistband to make sure they were up all the way around her body, then tugged her jeans into place, zipped and snapped them. Tugged her bra down over her tits—a sad thing, to have to put away such sweet tits—and lastly let her shirt fall into place so she was dressed.
She shoved away from me, stumbling backward, wiping at her mouth and staring at me in disbelief. “I can’t believe myself. Fuck—fuck.” She leaned against the table I’d just laid her down across. “I cannot believe I just—goddammit—”
“Dru, what’s the problem? I thought you wanted that. It felt like you were into it, babe.” I moved closer to her, mainly because I couldn’t help it.