They both groaned at the same time and her mouth watered as she sucked on him, tasting the salty hint of his pre-cum. Patrick spread his legs and positioned his other thigh against the bed, so that she wouldn’t slide off headfirst if she squirmed. He lifted her hips until her lower back was completely off the bed and her ass was held up for his enjoyment.
He kissed and licked her buttocks, murmuring his enjoyment and how much he loved that part of her. Loved to see her walk, the way her hips swayed with her movements, and how hard it made him. She sucked his cock with pure abandon, enjoying every reverent word and a flicker of belief ignited inside her. He wasn’t just paying her compliments. He was worshiping her.
His cock grew harder and his sounds signaled how much he was enjoying not only what he was doing but what she was doing as well. Soon his hips were moving in concert with her rhythm, his cock sliding to the back of her throat in a slow, seductive motion that she got lost in. she held on to his upper arms, his biceps and triceps flexing under her palms as he played, licked, and loved her. Only a minute might have gone by. Or it could’ve been half an hour. They stayed like that, sweetly torturing each other until he finally shuddered and lifted his mouth from her.
“Stop, angel. There’s so much more I want to do for you, with you, and I don’t want to finish this early.”
She gave his cock one long, last suckling before reluctantly releasing him. She wanted more. As she caught her breath, she had a realization.
The reason she’d lost track of time was because she wasn’t working to please him. She was giving as she received. She wasn’t responsible for her pleasure, or her orgasm. He was. The realization was freeing and she relaxed as he released her legs and she gazed up at him.
He unfolded a bath sheet and laid it in the center of the bed and opened the jar of scented body crème Beck had made for her. The scent hovered in the air, and she thought to herself that from that point forward, she would equate the scent of jasmine and vanilla with making love in candlelight with her men.
“Beck said that this particular scent is for you only. He may do other variations of it but this one is special just for you,” he said as he directed her to lie facedown on the towel. He scooped a dollop of the crème from the container and then straddled her knees, which placed her ass front and center.
“Damn,” he whispered before pressing a warm kiss to one of her butt cheeks. “I could look at and touch your fine ass all day, angel.”
All she could do was moan with pleasure at the sincerity in his words. “It’s all yours, honey.” He hadn’t taken her ass yet but she was ready whenever he wanted it. “All yours. I meant that. I never thought I’d say it but I want anal sex with both of you. You’ve both made me crave it.”
“Then we’ll make that happen tonight, if that’s what you want,” he whispered, his voice a sexy raspy in her ear. “For now, I want to play and get you ready.”
He warmed the crème in his palms and spread it over her ass cheeks, working it into her skin, and working her muscles beneath his strong hands. She groaned with pleasure as he squeezed her cheeks and parted them, sliding his fingers down her cleft and coating her with the slick substance.
The sensation was lush and decadent as he used the crème not only to massage her, but also to lubricate her back opening. She quivered and squirmed against his questing fingers, arching her back when he rubbed against her sphincter, attempting to take his finger inside her but he wouldn’t allow it. Her anus burned for his penetration.
Her pussy was clenching with need when he finally shifted forward a few inches and the head of his cock nudged her pussy lips.
“Oh, yes, please, yes,” she moaned, grinding back against him. He still held her legs trapped so she could only go so far.
He applied more of the crème to her back and gently rubbed her, warming and loosening her tired muscles. Each time he moved upward to her shoulders his hips shifted and his cock would slide inside just a bit before withdrawing. She clenched at him, trying to keep him inside her but his strokes were like the tide, sliding forward and back in a slow steady rhythm.
After he’d worked the crème into her shoulders and her arms he lifted up and asked her to roll over so he could massage her breasts and her pussy.
He massaged her shoulders, her arms again, her chest and her abdomen, saving her breasts and pussy for last. When she thought she might scream if he didn’t finally fuck her, he unstraddled her and lifted her thighs and parted them. When he spread her legs over his thighs, so he could kneel between them, she opened her eyes so she could look up at him.