Melt Me(7)

Finn’s fingers threaded through her long hair and he lifted the thick mass away from her face and off her shoulders. The blast of air against her damp neck felt heavenly. But she didn’t bother thanking him verbally. Instead, her lips closed around the head of his cock and she took him deep in her mouth.

“Oh yeah,” he said in a tight voice. “That feels good, babe.”

Her head bobbed up and down, her lips sliding along his shaft. His hips jerked forward then back, fucking her mouth the way he would her pussy when they eventually got around to it. The anticipation was electrifying. As exciting as getting Finn off with her mouth.

She took him deeper and he groaned. “That’s it, babe. Suck my cock.”

Her free hand cupped his balls, massaging them with a light touch. His fingers twisted in her hair, pulling a little tighter than before, but she barely noticed. His arousal escalated along with his breathing. She could hear his sharp rasps, feel his legs tremble. Knew he was close to coming.

She released him from her mouth, her head dipped and her tongue flicked over his sac before she lightly suckled his flesh.

“Yvette… Fuck.”

As she licked his balls, her hand worked his cock, pumping up and down. Giving Yvette another idea.

She gave up her tight grip on him and reached for the clasp at the front of her bra, unhooking it and stripping the flimsy material off her, tossing it onto the pile of clothes on the floor. She scooted her butt to the very edge of the sofa and leaned forward, pressing her breasts against him so his cock was caught in the valley between the two mounds. Her skin was slick from perspiration, providing amble lubrication.

“You’re going to make me come in no time flat,” he warned.

Her grin was a tight one. She didn’t care how quickly he came. All she cared about was turning him on, making him as hot as he made her.

His cock slid along her wet skin, disappearing briefly before reappearing between her plumped-up mounds. She toyed with the nipples as Finn fucked her breasts, his low grunts making her wet between the legs, making her cunt ache to be filled by him.

“Yvette,” he whispered her name in his sexy voice.

Her clit tingled. She wanted to rub it with her fingers, get off along with him, but stayed the course. Focused solely on his pleasure as his movements became a bit faster, a bit more forceful.

When the head of his cock thrust upward, she dropped her chin to her chest and opened her mouth, sucking him briefly before he pulled out. A strange hissing noise slipped from his lips, which made her smile again.

The next time his cock reappeared between her breasts, she sucked him a bit longer, until he said, “Shit… I’m going to come.”

They stayed in the same position—with her breasts surrounding his cock as she sucked it hard.

“Oh yeah. That’s it.” His body quaked as he came. “God, Yvette!”

She didn’t release him, wanting to prolong his orgasm, make it as powerful as possible. His cock jerked in her mouth, but she kept her lips closed around his shaft until the trembling in his body eased and he backed away.

Staring up at him, feeling particularly pleased with her accomplishment, she said, “I guess for this next pose, you get the ‘I sucked him good’ look.”

He laughed, though it was a bit strained. “You did. And yes, that’s exactly how you look.”

Finn dragged his briefs back on, but didn’t bother with the rest of his clothes. He raked a hand through his hair, making the tousled strands messier.

Yvette shivered with excitement at how disoriented he looked as he seemed to try to remember what the hell he was doing in her condo in the first place. She watched as he picked up the DSLR, then set it back down on the coffee table in lieu of his regular camera.

He turned back to face her and frowned. “What?”

She laughed. “What about the ice?”

“Ah fuck.” He returned the camera to the table and crossed to the ice chest. He pulled out two cubes, much smaller than the last one, but also in plastic molds. “Stop gloating and get back into position.”

“Yes sir.” But she liked how discombobulated he was. It was so unlike Finn. He was usually cool and in control. At the moment, however, he looked like finishing this photo shoot was the absolute last thing he had on his mind. Fucking her being the first.

When she was settled on the sofa again, on her side, she remembered she’d discarded her bra. “You want me topless?” she asked.

“I want you completely naked and in about twenty different positions,” he said, that wicked glint returning to his chocolate-colored eyes. “But for the photo, yeah, sure. Topless works.”

His gaze was on her breasts, confirming he liked the impromptu change.