“Oh God, Jus.” I arch my back, threading my fingers into his soft hair as he sucks my nipple into his mouth. Waves of hot, sticky bliss spread through me as he torments first one breast and then the other, sucking, licking, and eventually biting my nipples until I’m squirming beneath him, desperate for him to touch me in even more intimate places. My entire pelvis is heavy, leaden with need, and my panties are so wet that I would be embarrassed if I weren’t so turned on, so hungry and wild and ready for more.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. Not in my solo experiments with my vibrator and certainly not with Brett. When Brett touched my breasts, it had been pleasant, tingly, and interesting. Justin’s erotic assault on my sensitive flesh is breathtaking, mind-blowing, nearly enough to make me come even before he slips his hand down the front of my panties. I’m so primed and ready that all it takes is the slightest brush of his calloused fingers over my clit and I explode.
I cry out, arching into his hand as my release blows through me, making me moan and heat rush from between my legs, easing Justin’s way as he presses a single finger deep into my pussy. My body throbs in response, locking down tight around him as he glides in and out, his finger mimicking the rhythm of his hips as he thrusts against my thigh, letting me feel how hard and hot he still is.
“Now your turn,” I say, breath still coming fast as I drift back down to earth.
“Not even close to my turn.” He moves lower, kissing the curls between my legs through my panties. “It’s still your turn until I say otherwise. God, I can’t wait to taste you. You smell so good, Libby, so salty and wet. I love how wet you are for me, beautiful. It makes me so fucking hot.”
He draws my panties down my thighs, tossing them on the floor before his hands hook behind my knees. But as he tries to spread my legs, I tense in spite of myself. The thought of Justin kissing me down there is enough to make me dizzy with wanting, but I’m also scared, anxious, and worried that maybe he’s not the only abnormal one on this couch.
“Relax, Libs,” Justin says softly, pressing a kiss to my knee. “It’s going to feel good, I promise.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about,” I confess.
“You don’t need to be worried about anything.” This time he kisses my inner thigh, making me shiver as he gently, but firmly, spreads me wide. “I want to do this for you. And for me. I want your taste in my mouth, beautiful.” He kisses me higher, only inches from where my clit throbs, already desperate for more. “I can’t wait to feel you lose control again, Libby. Do you know how sexy you are when you come?”
I shake my head slowly from side to side, my heart doing a slow-motion swan dive as Justin’s mouth comes to hover at my apex, so close his breath warms the slick, swollen flesh between my legs.
“So, so sexy,” he whispers, pausing to pull in a deeper breath. “And you smell so good.”
“Are you sure? Brett only did this once and he—” I swallow hard, fighting to focus as Justin’s hands come to either side of my sex, spreading my innermost lips, baring me so completely to him that a rush of adrenaline and desire makes my legs tremble. “He di-didn’t like it.”
“Then he was a fucking fool.” His tongue sweeps out, licking slowly, deliberately up the seam of me, making me gasp as electricity shoots through me in response. “You are delicious.” He holds my gaze as he circles my clit with his tongue, again and again, the intimacy of the moment so intense that I feel like my chest is going to implode.
Just as the tension spinning tight between my hipbones threatens to become something more, he pulls back, reaching up to roll my almost too-sensitive nipples with his damp fingers, summoning a pained, pleasured sound from deep in my throat.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he says in a low voice as he continues to torment my breasts. “I’m going to devour your beautiful, perfect, delicious pussy, and if you want it harder or faster or slower or deeper, you’re going to tell me. You’re going to tell me loud and clear and make sure I hear how you want me to fuck you, Libby.”
My cheeks flush hot and fast, making me even dizzier than I was before.
“Do you hear me, Libs?” Justin swirls his tongue around my clit again as my eyes slide closed and his hand glides down my ribs to my waist.
“Yes.” I shudder beneath him as my body turns electric. “I heard you.”
“Then tell me what you want, gorgeous. What do you want me to do?”
“Kiss me,” I whisper. “There.”