His hand firmly encases my shaft, “I’m going to pleasure lady and your ass. If it begins to be too much tell me, but I can’t wait another second, Lex. I’m going to come soon, my dick hurts. I’ve been holding off all night. I masturbated three times today to prep myself. But fuck it that doesn’t help. You’re too hot, so tight, too perfect. I love you, Angel.”
“I love you too; now make love to your woman.”
He growls and nips my ear. “You love me? Damn baby, you know how long I’ve wanted you to tell me that.”
“I don’t…” He humps into me and begins to suck my neck, as his hands pump hard on my shaft, his cock diving in shallow even strokes in and out of me. I lose myself in feeling. “Fuck….” He grunts, and I barely hear him over my own moans. My mouth loses all ability and starts to express every feeling, every stroke, every plunge, every lave of his tongue across my sensitive flesh.
Oh God! I’m so close.
“Gage.” I cry out, panting, my skin turning slick with sweat, lost in a world of desire, lust and love, consumed by Gage.
“Come, Angel. I’m close, please, come for me.” The hand wrapped around lady jacks her harder and faster at the same pace, he is plowing into me. That’s it. My body tenses, I can feel I’m going to burst. My sac constricts and I heave one long moan.
“I’m coming.” I cry, as I hump into his hand, thick jets of my come shoot out and he roars in my ear, climaxing, filling my insides with his come.
Sweetly kissing my neck, his hand reaches under lady and takes off her jewelry, dropping it onto the sheets.
“I love you, thank you. Now let me clean you up.”
Holding my waist with one arm and pressing me back down with the other; I’m left in doggy style again, his manhood still inside of me.
Removing his thickness from inside of me, I want to cry at the loss. I want him there. I love him there.
A tongue suddenly darts into my ass “Mmmm.” He hums swirling his tongue around.
“What are you doing?” I ask, confused, savoring the warmth of his mouth on me.
“I’m cleaning you up. I made a mess; my come is all over you.”
Okay? He’s licking his own come from me. That’s a little strange. Kind of hot though.
“You don’t have to do that. Isn’t it gross?”
“Nut-uh, it’s needed.”
I chuckle, as the sounds of hunger derive from his mouth while he continues to clean me.
“You’re kind of a freak.” I laugh.
Kissing my rosette, he pulls away and comes to lay beside me with a big sated smile on his face. I missed seeing him. I liked the blindfold, but not as much as feasting my eyes on his handsome face.
“Yes, I’m kind of a freak. Don’t say it’s like a bad thing.”
I smile over at him, shaking my head as I chuckle a little at his adorableness, “I didn’t say it’s bad. It’s different. Most men from my experience wouldn’t ever think of tasting their own come. Let alone cleaning it off of their partner.”
He shrugs, and reaches out fondling my hanging breasts.
“Can I move?” I ask. I didn’t lay down because I thought he wanted me like this. It’s kind of a fun position. Who would of thought? I’ve never had sex in any form when I was like this.
“In a moment, I want to clean lady too.” Scooting under me, he sucks her into his mouth. Greedily groaning in this throat, extracting whatever come I have left and turning me hard all over again. At this position, he’s on his back, and his dick is close to my head. It’s clean; he must have wiped off the lube. Hum…what to do? I think I’ll taste him myself.
Eyeing down at him feasting on my body, I take this chance, turn my head, and body just enough to reach him. Lowering my head, I take his head into my mouth tasting a mixture of man, come, and soap. He immediately stops sucking lady and tugs his cock out of my mouth with his hand. Climbing out from under me, he looks deep into my eyes, as I lay down onto my side.
Did I do something wrong?
“Why did you do that?” he asks, like I shouldn’t be touching him down there.
“I wanted to. You’ve played with me, made love to me and done just about everything to me. And I’ve yet to suck him.”
“Do you want to?”
What kind of question is that? Of course I do. He’s hot, his dick is just as hot and I love him. Why wouldn’t I want that?
“Yes,” I blurt, like he’s a madman for even asking that silly question.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why would you want to suck him?”
“Why wouldn’t I? You are sexy, I love you, and I want to taste you.”