Red & Blue (A MFM Romance)(174)
My hands move as if they have a consciousness of their own, and I grab my blouse by the hemline. Sitting up awkwardly, I pull it over my head and throw it to the side, Arsen’s eyes honing on my chest’s naked skin. Before I can lie back again, his hand goes to my back and he unclasps my bra with a masterful flick of his fingers, pushing the straps down my shoulders. Biting my lower lip, I push the bra down my arms, letting it fall on the bed as Arsen’s hand cups my breasts eagerly, moving from one to the other, his fingers squeezing my fleshy curves harshly.
“We’re just warming up,” he tells me as he starts fingering me harder, flicking his wrist so fast that I already feel my insides start to clench.
“I love to warm up,” I grin at him, once again biting on my lip as I slide one hand down my stomach and press on my clit with two fingers. I start to rub myself as he fingers me, electricity pooling in my muscles.
My eyes start to close as I feel all that electricity aching to be set free, and my fingers move even faster over my clit. Feeling me near to pleasure’s peak, Arsen slides his fingers deeper in me, hooking them upward and pressing against my G-spot. I arch my back, my own fingers flying over my clit as sparks of ecstasy explode inside of me. I breathe out deeply, a quivering moan tumbling out of my lips the moment I open my mouth.
“Oh, God…” I whisper, Arsen’s fingers starting to move once more. He doesn’t let me recover from my first orgasm, but by now I’m already used to it - besides, why would I want to rest? Even though we now have the rest of our lives to explore each others bodies, I don’t want to waste one single minute.
I reach for his crotch again, my hand massaging his cock before I focus on his belt; I unbuckle it as fast as I can and then I unbutton his pants, my brain trying hard to focus on the task at hand. The moment the last button comes undone his cock pushes against my hand, tenting his boxer briefs; I just hook my fingers on his underwear, pushing both his pants and boxers down to his knees. He kicks off his shoes in a hurry and I do the rest, pushing all the fabric down his legs and onto the floor.
I grin wildly, his fingers never easing up. Wanting to see his naked body in all its glory, I reach for the collar of his shirt and I start unbuttoning it as fast as I can, my eyes hungrily travelling down his chest as it comes into sight. It doesn’t take long for me to be entranced by his rock hard abs, each muscle of his like a perfect monument to manhood.
My elbows on the mattress, I sit up on the bed and reach for his cock. I curl my fingers tightly around his shaft and I start to stroke it, matching the rhythm of his own fingers. I lean in, my lips parting as I move toward his cock; I want to feel him inside my mouth, his member pulsing against my tongue as it rolls over my lips. I’m almost there when he grabs me by the air, stopping me just one inch away from his glans.
“Who told you to do that?” He asks me with a smirk, slowly taking his fingers out of my pussy. “I didn’t tell you I wanted my cock sucked, did I?”
“No, sir,” I mutter, my eyes hesitantly going from his cock to his face. I know what he’s doing, and it’s driving me completely crazy. He knows that I want to feel him, so he’s just torturing me with pent-up anticipation.#p#分页标题#e#
“That’s right,” he grins, slightly easing the pressure of his fingers on my hair. I let my head go forward by instinct, and he just grabs me harshly again. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”
“I… I can’t. I want it so much,” I tell him, licking my lips as I imagine my tongue running down his shaft. God, I want to taste him so damn much.
“Then you’ll have t o wait. Because I want to taste you first.” He pushes me back on top of the mattress then, not saying one more word. His fingers on the hem of my skirt, he pushes it down my legs furiously, flinging it to some faraway corner of the room. He leans into me then, his hungry lips laying hurried kisses down my neck and into my breasts. Kissing the curve of my right breast, he sucks my nipple inside his mouth, twirling his tongue around it as he squeezes my other breast. He doesn’t linger there, though: in a few seconds he’s kissing down my stomach and over my navel, only stopping his descent when his lips find my wet folds.
My hands dart to his head, and this time I’m the one yanking on his hair. As I hold his head, I thrust upward, pressing my pussy against his mouth. He obliges to my desires willingly: opening his mouth as wide as possible, he sucks on my labia, running his tongue all over the length of my pussy. Up and down he goes, the pendulum motion of his tongue forcing me to close my eyes as my heart pounds against my eardrums. I sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my drenched pussy all over his face as he keeps licking me.