Jonesin' For Action(8)

“Okay, then, sailor, let’s get this party started. If you think I’ve only got two orgasms in me, you are dead wrong.”

“Music to my ears.” He snapped open his shorts and undid his zipper, freeing his aching cock. But he stopped, uncertain again. The room wasn’t completely dark. “Would you mind if we did this under the covers?”

There was a pause. “Sure. I mean, no, I don’t mind.”

The next request was harder. “Would you mind closing your eyes for a minute?” God, he was pathetic, but he couldn’t bare the idea of her seeing his leg once he took the prosthesis off.

There was a longer pause. “Okay, just so long as I don’t have to keep them closed. I’m not missing out on catching a glimpse of that hard-on you’re sporting.”

He laughed once more because that was her intent, and when he saw she had actually closed her eyes, he quickly shucked his sneakers, socks, and shorts. The artificial part of him was harder to remove. He’d had a bit of practice, had even gone so far as to practice getting it off quickly in anticipation of this very event. He placed it quietly down beside the bed and slid under the sheets next to her.

“Thanks,” he said into the quiet dimness. “I know I’m being kind of dope about this.”

Anything more he would have said was cut off by her looming over his body and planting a deep kiss on his…dick. She sucked his flesh into her mouth, robbing him of his words, his breath, his very thoughts. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lay there and savored the sensation of a tongue laving the underside of his rod. Delicate fingers ran over the ridges of his abdomen, making the muscles jump in time to her sucking lips. He lost himself in the pure pleasure of her assault until she straddled his body with her own. Her soft, round ass stuck up in the air while her thighs pressed on top of his. It put her perilously close to his stump and that alarmed him.

He clasped her head and gently tugged her face up and off his cock. “As much as I’m loving this, I want to come inside your pussy, not your mouth,” he said, and it was the truth. “Do you mind being on top?”

“Mind? It happens to be my favorite position.” She leaned over and opened her nightstand drawer. He glimpsed a condom packet in her hand before she opened it and slid it over his cock. Her touch was delicate and teasing, making the necessary precaution more like foreplay. “I have my best orgasms in this position,” she added as she nudged his cock to where she wanted it and slowly descended.

Warm. Tight. Welcoming. She seated him fully and sat there on his body, splaying her fingers across his stomach. Her fingertips tickled his nipples. She squeezed and relaxed the muscles of her cunt several times in a slow rhythm that heightened his arousal. He slid his hands up her thighs and circled fingers and thumbs around her tiny waist. She was so small and delicate compared to him that even if he’d been able to slide his body between her legs, he still would have preferred her to be on top, setting the pace, keeping him in check.

He stroked her stomach and ribcage with his thumbs all the way to her nipples. She moaned and leaned forward, her body lifting off of his. He thrust up with his hips to keep them connected, but he needn’t have worried. She wasn’t letting him go. She pressed down again and began to ride him while she rubbed her chest in his hands in silent urging for him to minister to her breasts some more. Eager to please, he raised his head and shoulders to latch his lips onto a nipple. Sucking it inside his mouth, he flicked his tongue against the hard bud. She mewed her delight and increased her rhythm.

He switched to her other breast, sucking and licking, then pressing his teeth against the nipple in a gentle bite. He held onto her for long seconds before releasing her again. Her gasp as the blood flowed back into her nipple led him to soothe it with long, wet strokes. He repeated the mild torture with the other side while he clasped her waist and increased the speed in which her cunt caught and release his throbbing cock.

She gasped and groaned and writhed as she bucked wildly against him. Her hands gripped his arms, and her nails gouged his skin. With a violent throw of her head, she came undone in his hands. Sobs spilled from her mouth, and the walls of her cunt contracted around him, milking him, urging him to join her. The climax tore out of him. He shouted around the mouthful of flesh he slavishly worshipped still. His arms wrapped around her, and he pulled her body tight into his as they rode out their release together.

He held her, and she held him in return as if they were lost at sea and had only each other to stay afloat. They rocked together as the waves of orgasm crashed over them until their breaths eased and their bodies stilled. When he collapsed back, he brought her with him and rolled her body against his right side.