So. Long(251)

He pulls out of my grasp and lies on the bed, his proud erection straining. He waves me to him. “C’mere. Let’s taste each other.”

I unbutton my jean shorts, letting them slip to the floor. Then I climb over him, my ass over his face, my knees on either side of his head. I push my palms over his chest and abs, down to his cock, taking it in both hands as I let my knees slide out from under me until my pubic bone grazes his chin.

My chest against his abs, I tickle the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue as I run my hands up and down his hard-on.

His breath’s hot at my entrance as his hands smooth up my legs and over my ass cheeks. His thumbs massage the insides of my thighs, barely skimming the edges of my pussy.

I pull his dick into my mouth and suck all the way to the end, popping him free again. He kisses the hollow of my thigh, his cheeks brushing my pussy. His breath heats me again, but still no tongue. I turn to look around my shoulder.

“Stop teasing me, you jackass. If you’re going to eat pussy, then eat it.”

He lets out another breath, right onto my clit. “Not until you say it, Lou.”

I swallow.

Fuck.

“Fine. I missed you, Buck. God, I missed you. The right word doesn’t even exist to describe how much I’ve fucking missed your stupid ass. Happy?”

His chuckle vibrates through my pussy. “More than I can say.”

His tongue traces my slit from my tight little hole to my clit, circling it and moving to dip into my pussy. His breath is hot over my entrance, and I relax to let my pussy sink onto his mouth as he kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring every small space and fold.

As my breath comes in small pants, I run my hands over his cock. I close my lips tight around it. He groans, and I answer when he sucks my nub, tightening that invisible coil inside.

For everything I do to his dick, he mirrors it on my pussy. I rub my fingers over his shaft and he pushes his thumb deep into my entrance. I slide my tongue around his cock’s head, and he mimics the move at my clit.

As he licks me, I return the favor, running my tongue over his hard-on, his skin warm, his mouth hot on me. For each stroke a stroke is returned, each lick and suck replied to in kind.

The harder I suck his cock, the deeper he thrusts his two fingers as he sucks my bud, until we both move together, our hips rocking toward the other’s mouth.

He slides his fingers from my entrance and pulls apart my ass cheeks, as he licks and kisses his way to that private little hole I hid from him before. His cock hardens in my mouth the closer he gets to that tender spot. I’m breathlessly fascinated at how his body reacts to his movement toward that place.

When his tongue lands on that puckered spot, I start to pull away, but his dick flexes, and he’s suddenly stiffer than I’ve ever felt him. I pull my mouth from him, tightening my grip over his erection.

He sucks the skin around that tight, little hole, his cock turning to steel as he does. My breath catches as he slips his tongue a little deeper into that secret spot. Tingles radiate out as my pussy thumps with every beat of my heart.

He pulls back. “Relax, Lou. Just feel me loving you.”

I gasp for breath, trying to do what he asks, allowing myself to relax at his mouth as he kisses and sucks and slides his tongue from one end to the other, over my pussy and ass. His thumb thrusts into my entrance as he tongues my backside, his other fingers tickling my clit.

My breath comes in little spurts as I try to focus on sucking him, returning the loving strokes he lavishes on me. Then he licks that hole with the flat of his tongue as he pushes my backside up a notch. His palm wraps over my ass. His thumb presses that tight hole, his other still buried deep within my folds. His tongue slides back and forth on my bud in rhythm with his thumb as it fucks me.

The pressure is so deep and so tight, I—oh God, I could just—

He licks that tight place, and then sucks my clit as he presses deep, one thumb in each place, filling me until—oh—my—it’s too much. The pressure in my core gathers momentum as his thumbs pump into my body at both points, faster and deeper with each stroke, until I have to let his rock hard cock out of my mouth just to breathe.

Little sounds I don’t even recognize come from my throat, and I bear down against his mouth where he sucks at my bud. The pace of his thrusting thumbs increases as they crank tighter, the coil waiting to burst open the flood gates.

My fingers twist in the sheets next to his hips as I lay over him, my face next to his burgeoning erection, as I pant and crest the edge of my orgasm. Buck’s hands and mouth take me to a place I’ve never been. The fullness and stretching and the tickling of his tongue all culminate until I arch against him, pressing my hips down, my body quivering under his touch.