As if on demand, she draws me back into her mouth, her tongue flicking the underside of my tip until I swear I see stars. She sucks gently, her lips and soft mouth moving up and down. My eyes roll back in my head, and I know I will not last long. Who would have thought Pen had such a wicked mouth?
When her hand gently massages my balls, I know I’m done for.
“Pen, I’m going to come,” I groan, trying to pull away.
I’m unsure whether she’s going to want me coming down her throat.
Pen doesn’t move. If anything, she steps it up a gear, her pace increasing, until I’m writhing on the bed.
I yell. My hips thrust up off the mattress as my muscles lock. My cock jerks, spurting jets of cum into her warm, welcoming mouth. My body shudders as my orgasm subsides.
Pen’s tongue and mouth continue their torment as she drinks me down and cleans me up.
I collapse back on the bed, surprised I’ve anything left. After our first session, we moved upstairs. Had sex in the shower, before ordering a takeaway. After our meal, we ate ice cream, or should I say we ate ice cream off each other, and with Pen straddling my thighs, my cock buried deep in her pussy.
“Morning,” Pen says, appearing from under the covers, dropping a kiss on my chest as she works her way back up the bed.
“Hum, I could get used to that,” I say, sliding my hands under her armpits and pulling her on top of me, my mouth locking onto hers. I can taste myself on her lips. The same way she tasted herself on mine multiple times yesterday.
“That was quite the wake-up call,” I say, my hand brushing her hair from her face, sweeping it back and behind her ear.
“I’m an early riser. And I find myself totally refreshed. You, sir, definitely recharged my batteries last night,” Pen says, placing her hands on top of one another on my chest before resting her chin on top of them.
“No longer tired?” I ask, amazed as we only got a few hours of sleep.
“Different tired,” she admits, stretching like a cat.
I roll until she’s trapped beneath me, her wrists trapped above her head in one of my hands.
“You’re insatiable, Ms Dawson,” I say as she grins up at me.
Our noses touch, and her eyes darken.
She wriggles, spreading her legs until she can wrap them once more around my waist. She rubs her wet centre against my cock, which hardens against her pussy almost instantly.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s insatiable,” she smirks.
“Did sucking me off get you hot and needy?” I ask, pressing the edge of my cock against her swollen lips.
She moans as my cock slips through her desire, sliding from her entrance to her clit.
“It did,” she pants.
I love how unabashed Pen is. She knows what she wants and is happy to let me do it to her. I press forward again, tormenting her clit.
She moans and tries to capture my mouth with hers, but I pull back.
She rubs herself up and down my cock, coating me with her desire. I continue to harden against her, amazed I’m ready to go again so soon. I want nothing more than to pull back and drive my unsheathed cock into her body until we are both screaming.
I pause.
What?
I’ve never wanted to go bareback. Even after Lottie was born, I never had unprotected sex with Darra. I never wanted another child. It became clear we were a disaster from the outset. But what was done was done, and I needed to make the most of it. But I wasn’t willing to bring another child into the world, not that she wanted one.
Before I can think further, I lean over and grab another condom, pulling it on before thrusting deep into Pen. Her body arches as I invade her body once more. She must be sore as wehaven’t stopped, but I find her pulling me close, her hips rising to meet mine, her little pants telling me she wants more.
“Hard and fast,” she cries desperately against my mouth. “I need you hard and fast.”
