The other breast popped out, too, exposed and swaying in the air. She alternated her fingers between her two tits—rubbing, squeezing and pinching the tightened buds over and over until they turned dark pink under her ministrations. His mouth watered, craving to put one between his lips. He wanted to suck on the tips until her moans turned louder, wanted to roll them over his tongue and play with them all night long. It would be fun to see them turn redder as he nipped on her juicy tits and repeatedly flicked his tongue on her pebbles.
Chuck was so focused on those fantastic breasts and how she plucked them to arousal that it took him a while to realize that her other hand had stopped rubbing through her panties. Instead, it was sliding up and resting at the hem of her underwear, playing with the elastic. Then it slowly disappeared inside, a slow, erotic motion as she spread her legs wider to accommodate. Mesmerized, his eyes followed the trail of the elastic sliding down her hips until he was treated to the view of what was inside. The sliding stopped just before her sweet pussy was revealed to his eyes, but the image of what she presented was enough.
He could tell she shaved bare, and it was the smoothest, most delicious sight he’d ever seen.
Her fingers moved again, trailing inside. He began to know the exact moment her forefinger slid inside her slit when she arched so high and bit her lower lip hard, as if the pleasure was too much. Then her fingers started an up and down motion, and he knew she had begun to slide her finger in and out of her slippery folds—a sensual movement that she did so expertly but not too fast, as if she just wanted to savor and enjoy the sensation.
Her mouth kept opening, her tongue coming out to wet her upper lip, and it was all he could do not to groan out loud. She looked so devious that way, and for a moment he imagined his cock sliding inside that mouth. He was a huge man with a huge cock, something that had most girls shocked and nervous—but this person masturbating in front of him wasn’t a girl but a wanton woman, and he had a feeling she wouldn’t mind one bit and would be very eager to swallow him completely. The idea made Chuck bite his lip as he stifled another groan.
She kept pistoning her fingers in and out, her motions now turning jerky. Her other hand didn’t stop plucking her nipples, only moving faster and faster as she writhed on the rug. Unconsciously, Chuck found his hand drifting towards his erection, which was trapped beneath his sweatpants and begging to be completely released from its confines. He settled for putting his palm on top of it, not rubbing but simply touching.
Holy sweet hell. It felt so good.
Unable to help himself, he began rubbing—a light up and down motion that created a friction between hand and cock and only heightened the pleasure. He was now warm all over despite the cold and getting hotter by the second as he watched Natasha’s luscious form as she kept touching herself.
She was a vision, and he wanted more. His fingers itched to remove hers so he could replace them—so he could be the one to play with that pussy, which he imagined was now wet with her juices. The thought only spurred him on, and no longer able to control himself, he gave his cock one hard rub on top of his sweatpants.
It jumped and wept with pleasure, especially when Natasha moaned again. He closed his eyes and imagined his tongue buried between her legs, tasting every inch of her cunt. Right now, all he could do was dream. Fisting his hand, Chuck removed it from his cock and turned to watch her again.
He froze.
Natasha’s eyes were now open, and they were openly watching him. She’d stopped touching herself, and a sly expression entered her face as she realized exactly where his hand had been.
An apology was already at the tip of his throat. But before he could get the words out, she sat up and faced him.
Then she smiled.
“Why don’t you join me over here, Chuck?”
CHAPTER FIVE
There were so many reasons why he shouldn’t be joining her on the rug, and one of them was that he didn’t want to take advantage of a vulnerable woman who had trusted him enough—a stranger—to give her a safe place to stay. Another reason was that since his divorce, he hadn’t really been with anyone, and hadn’t had an orgasm other than with the help of his hand.
He was absolutely sure that if he touched her, he wouldn’t be able to stop. He couldn’t, not when he hadn’t fucked anyone in so long.
But the words were stuck in his throat, and silence filled the air as he just sat there.
Instead of being offended, Natasha simply continued smiling. It made for an image—that sultry smile and those tits still hanging out of her sweater, enticing him with their perkiness. With a swallow, Chuck tried to look away, but found himself glancing back from time to time as he took her in, silhouetted by the embers.
He did a double take at his last glance as Natasha was no longer sitting in place. Instead, she had shifted to a crawling position towards him, her honey eyes full of that certain gleam.
It was arousal.
It was desire.
And she was crawling towards him with all that emotion.
Her breasts swayed with her movement, and her hips sashayed from side to side as she took her time. She only stopped when she was finally between his legs, where she shifted to a kneeling position. Her mouth was inches away from his clothed erection, and the nearness was overwhelming.
“I’m sorry for taking you by surprise,” Natasha said in her thick accent.
Chuck swallowed and nodded. “No need to be sorry,” he said huskily.
But she was not focused on his words—rather, she was very focused on his bulge, which was now very visible and forming a tent. He watched in fascination as her hand slowly moved up to lay her palm flat against it.
Chuck closed his eyes. This time, he groaned as pleasure speared through him, almost like no clothing was there. He opened his eyes just in time to watch his sweatpants being slid down his hips until his cock jutted up in the air, finally free.
Natasha’s eyes widened at the sight, and he could tell she was impressed by his size. In the dim lights, his shaft was thicker than ever and smoothly shaven, coated in an angry color. The mushroom tip was already leaking with his pre-cum. Natasha licked her lips once. Then she looked up at him and smiled again.
“Do you mind?”
Throat dry, he shook his head.
Chuck groaned when her lips finally wrapped around his tip—delicate, pink, soft. It was all he could do not to thrust inside her mouth, and he fisted his hands on the couch to keep himself in check.
Her tongue took a lick, wonderfully wet and warm. Then she began showering him with light licks as her forefinger started making circling motions on his base, like she was toying with it.
When her hand wrapped around his shaft, he groaned again and leaned his head against the headrest. She had soft, elegant fingers, and the way they stroked him spoke of expertise mixed with playfulness. While she moved her hand up and down in soft strokes, she kept licking his tip and smiling up at him, her gaze letting him know how much she loved what she was doing.
Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, Natasha did something that surprised him. She removed her hand from his cock, resting it at the base of his length. Then she began to open her mouth wider and lowered her face further down on him. He watched his cock disappear inch by inch inside her mouth, the image so unbelievably erotic that he couldn’t help but breathe harder. He never thought she could swallow him completely, but Natasha hollowed out her cheeks and proceeded further, excruciatingly slow until she was literally stuffed to the brim.
It was like being wrapped in hot, wet velvet, and it was the fucking most fantastic feeling ever. But Natasha didn’t stop there. Once she had completely swallowed him up, she then began to slide back up until he was halfway inside her mouth. Then she bobbed her head up and down, and the motion had his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Her movements were erratic but good nonetheless, and he could now confirm that while she knew how to blow, she’d never blown anyone as huge as him before.
Chuck closed his eyes and fisted a hand on her hair, letting himself feel her ministrations for a moment. Then he slowly used his hand to guide her motion until his cock’s entrance and exit inside her hole was smoother and more rhythmic. Natasha eagerly ate him up, adding some tongue now and again to surprise him. His groans were repetitive now, and he wished she would go on and on.
But he was already on the brink, and he knew that if she kept this up, he was going to blow his load inside her too soon. His balls were drawn so tight, tingling already.
Especially when her fingers began to drift towards her nipples.
Before she could make him lose control completely, he gently removed her mouth from his cock, watching her puzzled look and the thin saliva string that broke. He groaned, then pulled her up with such force that she squeaked. He settled her on his lap and pulled her for a kiss, and their mouths met hotly as she melted in his arms.
He could taste the tea she had, minty and delicious, and from this up close, her scent of strawberries and cream only became more intense. He could also detect hints of chocolate, perhaps some lotion concoction, and it was so goddamn delicious that he couldn’t wait to gobble her up.
“I want to taste you all over,” he rasped in between their kisses, reveling in her moan as he slid his tongue inside her mouth. Her tits rubbed against his shirted chest, and his erection grew almost painful at the pleasurable sensation.