My husband pushed his hips up towards me, and I had to back away lest I feel that mind-bending cock on my lips and abandon all pretense of being coy. Austin let out a little ‘grr’ and I saw his biceps flex against the silky red bonds that held his arms.
I moved further up and felt that hard thickness between my breasts. Every sensation came through loud and clear because I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath my button-up top.
My chest pushed against him on either side, nuzzling the object of my desire as I licked the hard hills and valleys of his abs. Bump, bump, bump, my tongue ran across the inked skin and I almost wanted to sink my teeth into him.
I reached the lower regions of his broad chest and I had to shift my legs over and outside of his so I was straddling him and could move higher. With a couple shuffles of my hands and knees, my pussy was poised right over that masculine hardness.
Every muscle in Austin’s body appeared to be tensed. No doubt he was anticipating all the pleasure we were about to have, but the bonus side-effect was how damn sexy he looked, ready for action.
With my hands resting on his pecs I slowly, carefully, lowered my sex against the hard underside of his shaft. I sighed in satisfaction under my breath when I felt his length nestled along my slit through my white panties.
My labia almost seemed to kiss the side of his erection through the thin material, and I could feel every beat of his heart as if I was taking his pulse. I wondered if he could already feel how hot he made me.
It wouldn’t be long before my excitement was soaking through those panties, I’d been on the edge of my seat ever since we made the arrangements to have the penthouse to ourselves. Rocking my hips back and forth, I gently tickled myself with the hard ridge of manhood.
“You sexy little bitch. I’m gonna make you squeal.”
That sounded like a good idea to me. First, though, I was going to savor this perfect specimen of masculinity. I leaned forward, pausing halfway to appreciate the pressure of his cock on my clit, and gave him a kiss.
Our lips locked, and I felt his tongue expertly dancing with mine. I couldn’t help but grind on him a little harder than I intended as I let myself get swept away. I hoped I would always be left this breathless by his kisses.
Fighting every instinct I had to just pull those panties to the side and fill myself with hard dick, I reversed my movements from before, shuffling backwards and positioning myself between his legs again. I ducked my head down and gently touched the tip of my tongue to his balls, lifting first one and then the other before giving his heavy sack a thorough tongue bath.
You could have bent a new horseshoe around Austin’s cock by the time I licked and kissed my way up its length. My hands curled around under his ass cheeks as I reached the tip, and I could feel the power there.
It was these muscles more than any others that were responsible for jack-hammering his manhood into me so hard so many times since he first took my virginity. When I curled my tongue around the head of his cock and pulled it into my mouth, those muscles tensed, seeking to thrust forward on instinct.
Using only my lips and tongue, so I could keep my hands on his ass, I maneuvered his erection to an angle such that I could begin to bob my head up and down. The ridge of his cock head bumped against my lips and pushed them out every time I pulled my head back, and I swirled my tongue on the sensitive underside as I went, just the way he liked it.
“Damn, you get better at that every day. I wanna fuck that face of yours! Take it all, Sky, kiss the base.”
Austin thrust his hips up harder than before, and the head of his cock hit the back of my throat with a wet smack. I was supposed to be in charge here, but there was no taking complete control of a man like Austin, not when he loved me so hard and so well, mind, body and soul.
I smiled, gently gripping the end of his cock in my teeth for a second just to remind him he was the one who was tied up this time. His hips stopped moving in that grip, and I considered it a major victory in a war where everybody would win anyway.
Using my lips again, I pushed down and felt his hard slippery rod touch against the back of my throat. I put as much pressure on as I could, trying to get that thickness down.
Austin groaned in low satisfaction, but I couldn’t get it in, the angles were simply not working without the help of my hands. I pulled back a bit and then crawled my lower body around, keeping my mouth on his cock until I was facing the other way and straddling my husband in a sixty-nine position.
My pleated skirt shrouded most of Austin’s head and my panty-clad pussy was right above his face. I could feel his stubble, then his nose and lips, nuzzling at each thigh, slowly working his way to the edge of my panties to test the strength and dexterity of his tongue like some carnival side-show where my pussy was the prize.