As I rocked back and forth, facing away from him, Smith pulled my dress up over my head and removed my bra. He fondled my breasts and kissed the back of my neck and shoulders, while pulsing into me from below.
He murmured into my hair, “You're so beautiful. My sexy redhead. Oh, Tori, you're so wet for me, and you make me so hard. I'm going to come. I'm going to come if you don't stop wiggling around on me.”
I pulled away from him and stood.
“Not yet,” I said, gesturing for him to recline.
He complied, pushing himself back and into the center of the large bed.
His cock was stiff, fully engorged. I climbed on top his warm body and eased him back into me, angling my body forward and resting my body against his. Holding my hips still, his cock hot inside me, I kissed his stubbly chin and soft lips.
“How's this?” I murmured.
He grabbed my buttocks and pushed me down, burying his cock within me, filling me up.
Everything below my waist was tingling and ringing like a thousand bells as I ground down against him, finding my own rhythm for pleasure.
I came like a dam breaking, biting and sucking on the flesh of his shoulder as my walls clutched at him and I shook with pleasure.
A moment later, he came, his pulsing member setting off a second wave of my own bliss.
He growled with pleasure, his whole body tensing underneath mine.
I fell against him, my body limp and spent.
I was soaking wet with perspiration, as was he.
We pulled apart, still breathing heavily.
I murmured, “That was so good.”
He pulled me in for a kiss, his unshaven face scratchy on mine.
I pulled away and rubbed my chin. “Yowch. I bet my face is all red and blotchy.”
“I'm sorry,” he said, his eyebrows arching up with concern. “I'll shave right away.”
I nestled up along his side. “You can shave in the morning.”
“In the morning,” he said. “And you'll be here in the morning. In my bed.”
“Only if you want me to.”
“Stay with me,” he said. “Stay here with me. Forever.”
I giggled and kissed his cheek. “Definitely tonight.”
He turned off the light.
As I lay there, thinking about forever, and what a funny word it was, he fell asleep. I got up and used his washroom to have a shower, then returned to the bed with him.
I pulled the light coverlet over us. I hadn't slept next to a man since my boyfriend Todd and I broke up. I worried for a moment I wouldn't be able to sleep, but I was out before my worries jumped onto that hamster wheel of obsessive thoughts.
I woke up with something on my cheek. Soft skin. Brushing against my face.
I opened my eyes and realized Smith was rubbing his smooth cheek against my face.
He grinned. “I shaved.”
I grabbed his face in my hands. “Why, so you did.” I smooched him, relaxing my lips to make contact with more of my face. “So kissable.”
He tried to slip his tongue into my mouth, but I held my lips tight together and pushed him away, citing Morning Breath.
“Easy solution,” he said, and he grabbed a pillow and jokingly smothered me with it as he climbed on top of me.
I pushed the pillow away, and he stared into my eyes.
His face was serious, and he used his knees to pry my legs apart. He was at my entrance, and in the next heartbeat, he was inside me. I was tight, not wet yet as I hadn't gotten much warning, but he felt good. I moaned and ran my fingers through his tousled blond hair, and I let him kiss me as much as he wanted. His tongue met mine, and we breathed together as he pushed deeper and deeper inside me.
He gasped, his face changed expression, and he collapsed on me. His cock pulsed inside me, releasing its efforts.
“Ugh,” he said into the space next to my neck. “I blame your sexy body. I wanted to wake you in the night, so many times, but you looked so peaceful sleeping, like an angel.”
“Oh!” I rubbed his back. “Don't sweat it. I'm not going anywhere.”
“No, you aren't.” He withdrew and shifted himself down my body, kissing my breasts and stomach and moving down.
“You don't have to,” I said.
“I want to,” he said, and he licked my clit with the tip of his tongue.
Well, if he wanted to …
He stayed up high with his mouth, focusing his tongue and lips on my clit, using his fingers to fill me and stroke me on the inside, his fingers slick with his fluids.
His tongue worked my nub, patient yet firm, until I was coming, my muscles wrapping tight around his fingers as I started to tremble deep inside. His fingers pulled out mid-orgasm, took the place of his tongue on my nub, and he shifted over me with his body. He slid his erection in, not as firm as the first time, but still plenty rigid.