Winning Appeal(30)

“Your Picasso is more beautiful than the original,” he said tracing my tattoo with his tongue as I sighed with pleasure. He moved lower and the stubble on his chin brushed against my inner thighs making me tremble. “And you’re blonde everywhere.” I felt him smile against my sensitive skin just before his tongue started licking a trail to the Promised Land.

“Ahhh,” I responded, still limited to single letter sounds. Then I felt his hot tongue part me and begin stroking my pussy, and that inspired a whole word, “Yes!”

“Mmm,” he mumbled, quoting my earlier comments. I clutched onto his head, just in case he was planning to ever leave.

His tongue played, pushing up inside me, stroking and exploring. Finally, when he had reduced me to a quivering mess, he moved higher and started licking my clit like a lollipop. That was it, I was gone, out of my head, moaning, writhing around so much he had to hold me down.

I could feel every inch of my body, like a million tiny hot pinpricks, while an explosive tension was building steadily between my legs. He was unrelenting, alternating between stroking and sucking, driving me wild. I could barely think, and I was about to lose control anyway, when he slid two fingers up inside me and I immediately went plummeting over the edge into a powerful orgasm.

“Mark! Oh God!” I cried out as I felt my pussy clench and potent waves of release coursed through me. I was shivering with sensation and my inner muscles didn’t stop convulsing for several seconds. It was gut wrenching, but finally, my body relaxed. As I lay there basking in the warm pleasure of afterglow, he raised his head.

“Thank you for remembering my name,” he said as he gently trailed kisses along my belly. I laughed and it felt wonderful. He climbed up on the bed and lay down on his side. “Come here, sexy,” he said with a smile. I turned over and crawled on rubbery legs to lie beside him, looking into his beautiful smoky gray eyes, still hazy with desire. “Listening to you moan makes me crazy.” He traced my bottom lip with his thumb.

“Kiss me,” I whispered. He hesitated for a second but I gave him a reassuring look and he lowered his head and slid his tongue smoothly into my mouth, moving his lips against mine. After kissing me slowly and sensually for a while he pulled back.

“See how good you taste?” he asked, moving his lips to my neck. There really was something very erotic about tasting myself on his tongue.

“I want you,” I said in a voice thick with desire. He didn’t hesitate, but sat up immediately and reached over to the bedside table for a condom. Ripping open the packet, he rolled it on expertly while Mass Undergoe sang I Need You, and it dawned on me that Mark had been exhibiting great self-control, putting my needs first, even though he was probably as desperate as I was.

“How would you like me to take you first?” he asked and my stomach flipped over.

“However you want me,” I answered, feeling again like I might actually swoon. Just for the record, nobody had ever made me swoon before. I wasn’t even sure swooning was a real thing before now.

“I want you every way.” He smiled the naughty smile. “And I’ll have you every way eventually, but how about for the first time, we start with you on top.”

“Yes,” I said simply.

“That word sounds better every time you say it.”

He moved up and braced his back against the headboard. “Come and show me how well we fit together.” I climbed onto his lap straddling him, and he held my hips and bent his head and trailed kisses along my breasts while I positioned myself over him. I used my hand to guide his cock to my entrance, and I rested my other hand on his shoulder, he tilted his chin up so I could see his eyes and then I slowly slid home.

I loved the look of pleasure on his face as I took him inch by inch until I was fully seated on his lap with him buried deep inside me. “Oh, Mark.” I gasped.

“Beth,” was all he said and then he lifted me up slowly, and pulled me back down filling me again. I started to ride him faster while he guided my hips. “Oh baby.” I liked it when he called me baby. He sounded so turned on. I ground against him as I bounced up and down and it wasn’t long before I felt the pressure building again.

“Mmm mmm, Mark, yes. Oh God yes,” I ground out. He was so big that I could feel him stretching and completely filling me. It was bliss coupled with a quick stab of pain and it was successfully bringing me to the fastest orgasm I had ever experienced through sex alone.

“So beautiful, Beth. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He was breathing heavily through his mouth and he looked dazed. “Come on baby,” I rode him even harder and faster working for my climax. “Oh fuck. You feel so good.” I was covered in sweat and my hair was sticking to my forehead. I was moaning and then I felt it; my leg muscles locked and my abdomen tensed. “That’s it, come on baby,” he coaxed as I let go.