I straddle his chest and then work my way up. He keeps murmuring encouragement. Soon I’m hovering over his mouth. He takes my hips and pulls me to his lips.
His chin stubble grazes my inner thighs. His tongue nudges into me. I gasp at the sensation. He’s been here before, but not held captive under me. It’s so intimate.
I look down at his face between my thighs. He gives me a little eyebrow raise, then closes his eyes.
My legs start to tremble. I’m trying to hold myself away, but he’s fighting me. His hands are on my hips, trying to pull me down against him.
I lean forward and rest my palms on the bed above his head. This changes the tilt of my hips, and puts him in heavenly direct contact.
I moan and rock slowly against him.
“That’s my girl,” he says between licks.
He pushes my knees apart until I’m low enough that he doesn’t have to strain his neck.
I’m so open to him in this position, it scares me. His tongue and lips are working a magic like I’ve never felt, not quite like this. His hands are free now to slide up and down my legs.
He pulls away just long enough to say, “You’re so beautiful, my angel. You taste so good. I could do this all day.”
I answer with a muted moan. My impulse is to rock my hips, but I’m scared of pressing too hard.
He keeps murmuring sweet things. He coaxes me to come. He reaches up and cups my breasts in his hands.
I tell him I like this, but I’m too nervous.
He slides his hands down my sides. “Then don’t move,” he says.
He reaches over for a condom and puts it on without looking. He then grabs my hips. I expect him to move me down and onto him, but he slides me up an inch. His nose tickles me. He plunges into me with his tongue, driving wetly in. His tongue is firm, yet soft compared to his fingers.
He groans about wanting to be inside me. The soft pressure of his tongue makes me cry out desperately for more.
I pull away, my legs shaking.
He opens his beautiful dark brown eyes and gazes up at me. He seems curious about what I’ll do next.
I reach down and grab him around the base, where the rolled edge of the condom is. He’s very hard, and pointed up, in line with his body. I bend him back and lower myself onto him in one motion. I’m so wet, he slides in all the way.
He bucks underneath me, raising his hips. He braces his feet on the bed and lifts me again.
I slide off a little, and my body shifts to the side.
He lifts me again, roughly.
I lean forward and hang on with my legs. I want him inside me, filling me, not bucking me off.
His eyes flash at me.
I shake my head and give him a playful glare.
He’s messing with me, trying to throw me off on purpose.
With a sigh, I fall forward and let my body go limp against his chest.
He gives me another playful buck. I’m totally relaxed, so I slide right off without fighting. He’s between my legs, but not inside me.
I let out a sigh. “That was great.”
He’s still for a moment. “You already came?”
I keep my cheek on his shoulder, my face pointed away. “I don’t need to come every time,” I say casually. “It’s nice just being held by you.” I fake a sleepy yawn. “I should probably hit the shower.”
He grabs my hips and pushes me down onto the tip.
“We’re not done yet,” he says.
I giggle. “I’m tired. Let’s sleep for ten minutes before the alarm clock goes off.”
He groans in protest and tries to push in further. I squeeze my muscles and resist him.
He pushes again. I do a fake-yawn and tense my body just enough to resist his movement.
He pushes and I resist.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, running his hands through my hair and across my shoulders.
He rocks his hips, moving slowly inside me.
“My beautiful Jessica. My angel. My lover.”
He keeps rocking his hips. He’s only half in, but I can feel his body changing underneath me. His breathing gets shallow. He’s charged with resistance and tension.
Inside me, he grows thicker.
Each slow, gentle stroke becomes more powerful than the last.
I can no longer pretend I’m not interested.
I start moving with him, but still lightly.
He presses one hand against the small of my back as if to hold me steady.
I turn my face back to his. I kiss him with feathery softness.
His mouth stops moving, and he’s just breathing against my lips.
He starts to shake under me, and we curl against each other softly.
The pulsing of him coming sends off the final burst of pleasure deep inside me. Everything goes black as the dam breaks.
We grip each other tightly, neither willing to let the other go.
Chapter 2
I’m trying to get dressed for work.