“You are so…so fucking hot that it’s hard for me to think of anything other than your beautiful body.” It was a nice thing to say, but how he was able to string two sentences together was beyond me. “I can’t believe that I’m fortunate enough to touch you. It is a dream come true and one that I will remember forever.” I had my doubts that he was going to remember his own name in the morning.
I held my breath and I swallowed hard when he bit my eraser hard nipple. I felt him pull it away from my body and then turn his attention to the other one to do the same thing. He was chewing on the tips, licking in circles and giving me a reason to let this continue even if he was using the liquor as an excuse.
“You’re definitely…ahh…earning some brownie points that I’m sure that you’re going to have to use at some point to get out of the dog house. Fuck…you do know what you’re doing, even if you are drunk off your ass.” I held his head and moved my hand through his hair while pressing him tightly against my right breast. I was extra sensitive and only those that had been with me in the past would know that.
I cried out a couple of times and my legs bucked from underneath him. He finally gave me my space, but only enough to move into position. He was pulling my shorts to the side. When that wasn’t enough, he lifted my legs into the air and took them off and flung them into the air.
“I just want to make you feel as good as you have made me feel. Just having you in my life gives me hope that there is room for love in my heart.” He surprised me with that comment, but I wasn’t going to read too much into it. “Those lips demand to be kissed.” I thought for sure that he was going to come up with that breath of his and make me endure the sloppy way that he would kiss me.
It was when he penetrated the barrier between my legs that had me lifting my whole body off the couch. “Yes…deeper…fuck me with that tongue and make me cream down my legs. I want you and I have been fighting this feeling for too long. You can see how wet I am and how desperate I am to…to… Jesus…anymore of that and I won’t be responsible for my actions.” I don’t know how he managed, but he slowed down and gave me an agonizing tongue lashing.
I heard the sloppy way that he was licking me, but it didn’t matter. His technique might’ve been a little all over the place, but it was getting me there. I was humping my ass off the couch with my hands over my head holding onto the arms of the couch. I could feel it growing inside me like an alien presence that was going to burst from my stomach like in that movie.
I could feel his hands gripping my thighs and digging his fingernails in for good measure. I wasn’t going anywhere and I didn’t see that there was a place that I wanted to be other than right here and right now.
“You make me feel like I’m flying and that somehow I’m out of my body looking down and watching all of this happen. I feel like I’m floating in the ether of our desire for one another. You have no idea what you have started. The only thing that I know is that you better finish or I will have to take matters into my own hands.” His tongue was darting in and out of me with his two thumbs rubbing the pleasure center of my sex.
He was like a ravenous animal, completely unhinged and going after me like I was his last meal. I looked down and I could see the stain of my juices coating his lips like a very obscene milk mustache. He looked up, but he really wasn’t there. He was able to stay in the moment, but I had no idea how.
“You…definitely know how to touch me in just the right way.” This was so much better than my fingers and he was putting to shame the young man that I had gone to for this specific act of debauchery.
I had no idea if his love was going to save me. The only thing that was going through my mind was the electric charge that was ready to implode from the inside out. I felt it coming, but I wasn’t prepared for the duration of the scream that echoed in my apartment and most likely woke up my neighbors.
“YES…MARSHALL…MARSHALL…YES…FUCK ME…FUCK ME…YES…YES…YESSSSSSSS.” I was no longer holding onto the wheel and I had my hands clamped down onto the back of his head to make sure that he was going to leave me satisfied with no will to stand on my own.
He didn’t stop there and the second and third orgasm was almost enough to make me pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all. It was the young ones that needed to be molded into a consummate lover. I had been giving men my own age a bad rap for too long. There were exceptions to that rule and Marshall had gone above and beyond.