Shacking Up(93)

His expression is intense, his lips parting along with mine as he shifts his hips forward and the head slides inside. So far, so good.

He groans when I press my tongue forward to circle the tip. "I can't even tell you how many times I've thought about this."

I hum my acknowledgment. I can't actually form words with his cock in my mouth, and while this certainly is something I've thought about, too, I have my doubts it's to the same degree as he did. I definitely fantasized about the pussy eating, and the sex we're going to have as soon as I'm done sucking on his lollipop.

I keep my eyes on his face as he bites his lip and pushes in a little further. "How much you think you can take?"

That's a great question. One I don't have an answer to since I've never tried to get something this big in my mouth at one time. "Let's find out," I say around the head. It's a little garbled, but he seems to understand.

He eases in another inch and I run my hands up the outside of his incredibly muscular thighs. They're like tree trunks. I move around the back so I can grab his ass. His naked ass. It's so firm. I lift my head as he pushes in farther still, another inch.

He swears when I squeeze his ass and pull him even deeper. The hand that isn't wrapped around his cock slides into my hair. He isn't trying to get me to choke on him, instead he cups the back of my head, helping to hold it up, which is nice of him, since I'd be doing a lot of craning otherwise. I start with some suction, which gets another dirty curse out of him.



       
         
       
        

"You're fucking gorgeous with my cock in your mouth, you know that?"

His praise makes me want to see exactly how deep I can take him. I open wider, take more until his thumb touches my lip and the head hits the back of my throat. I hold on to his hips and ease him back, then do it again, taking him deeper on the next wet, suctioned stroke. I do it maybe two or three more times before he let's go of my hair.

"That's enough." He wraps his hand around his cock and pulls out of my mouth, covering the head.

For the first time ever, I actually want to keep going. "I was just getting started." I might even be whining.

He brushes my bottom lip with his thumb. "Another time I'd love to finish in that incredible mouth of yours."

He releases his cock and reaches down. Hooking his hands under my arms, he pulls me up so I'm not face-to-cock with him anymore. He's still straddling my hips as he leans down and kisses me, tongue sweeping my mouth. I wiggle around, trying to get my legs out from between his without causing any potential damage to his delicious dick.

Breaking the kiss, he sits back, running his fingertips over my breasts, circling my nipples before he drags them down my sides. We're getting to the good part, not that all the other parts haven't been good, but this is what I've been waiting for, fantasizing about even, since the first night he accidentally kissed me.

He draws a circle around my navel, then travels a straight path down to the crest of my pelvis. If he would just get in between my legs it would make this a hell of a lot easier. Easing farther back on the bed, he smooths his hands along the outside of my thighs, until he reaches my knees. Hooking his fingers underneath them, he encourages me to bend them, then follows the contour of my calves until he reaches my ankles. "How flexible are you?"

"Um, pretty flexible, why?"

He raises my legs, keeping them pressed together as he rests the soles of my feet against his chest. "I'm just trying to decide what position I want to fuck you in."

Oh good Lord. This man and his mouth. These weeks of flirty banter and mostly civilized behavior seem to be evaporating in the face of orgasms and naked promise.

"Do I have a say in how I'm positioned?" I mean for it to be all snark, but I fail, because it comes out all soft and breathy instead.

"If you want one, sure." Bancroft runs his hands over my shins. When he reaches my knees he reverses the movement, his wide palms wrapping around my ankles again. His gaze lifts to meet mine. "Open for me."

Despite it being an order and not a request, I'm still inclined to oblige him. I mean, he tongue fucked me across the floor. I've already come like my clit is the central location for fireworks on the Fourth of July. If he would like to put that magnificent cock of his to good use by pounding another orgasm out of my pretty little pussy I am all for it. 

Sometimes it's good to play it coy. Show a little hesitation and uncertainty. I do neither of those things.

I can literally hear Bancroft's teeth grinding together as his gaze drops. I don't know exactly what it is about my grooming habits or the composition of my particular vagina that makes the deep, thick groan come out of him, but whatever it is I'm so, so happy about it right now.