“I think I can manage,” I replied, never taking my eyes off his and right before snaking my tongue out to lick around the entire tip of his dick. His eyelids lowered but didn’t close. Even in the low lighting of the vehicle, I could see his eyes darken as he watched me take him completely into my mouth. I took him as far back as I could. I closed my eyes, enjoying the taste of him and his unique scent. Lifting my head, I let my tongue swirl around the tip again before taking him to the back of my throat again.
“Fuck,” Xavier groaned above me.
I continued to lick and slurp his shaft, eventually using the precum that emerged from his tip to moisten him even more. His large hand moved to the back of my head, tugging on the updo I’d put my hair in, and encouraging me to take even more of him. Relaxing my jaw, I managed to take in even more of his shaft into my mouth, humming in the back of my throat as I did.
The grip at the back of my head tightened, and I heard him growl above me. I bobbed my head vigorously, filled with the need to feel his warm cum on my tongue. I ached to taste his life-giving fluids in my mouth.
I used my hands to pull his pants down even farther to give me access to his balls. I played with them while I used my mouth to bring him to completion. Soon his balls drew up in my hand at the same time his hand tightened even more at the back of my head. I knew he was close and I moaned again when the first splash of cum hit my tongue. I sucked him until the last stream of semen emerged, only to be swallowed down my throat.
Finally, I pulled back, breathing heavily and in awe of how turned on I was from performing oral on him. Although he wasn’t my first, it was never a task I particularly enjoyed or got stimulated doing. I’d done it because my partners enjoyed it and I wanted to make them happy. With Xavier, I did it because it made us both happy. The look of pure satisfaction on Xavier’s face spoke of the pleasure he received from my mouth as I sat back on my haunches, looking up at him. His eyes zeroed in on my lips when I licked the remnants of him off them.
Before I could sit up, he leaned down, staring at me intently. He used his thumb to scrape my chin and ran it across my bottom lip. He encouraged my mouth open, inserting his thumb into it, feeding me his remaining fluids that I’d apparently missed. He pulled his digit from my mouth slowly and lowered his massive hand to my neck, cupping it and squeezing. I felt my airway constrict ever so slightly before he loosened his grip but kept his hand where it was.
For a brief moment, my body filled with something close to fear. Xavier never took his gaze from me. He paused, remaining silent but reading my response to this new scenario in our sex life. I felt his glare all the way to my toes, but even more, I felt the safety and security that always existed when I was in his presence. I nodded slightly. The next moment, I felt like stars burst in my chest as those lips I adored spread into a satisfied grin. My pussy purred, needing to feel him swell inside it.
The hold he had on my neck tightened as he lifted me to lie on my back on the backseat of the car. I widened my legs to allow him to settle in between them.
“Xavier,” I whispered with need.
“I know, baby girl.” He lifted slightly, digging for something in the pocket of his pants. I let my gaze travel over as I saw him toss his wallet aside after he’d pulled out a condom, all with his free hand.
With his one hand still on my neck, he held the gold condom wrapper up to my face. “Put it on me,” he ordered.
I took it from him and used my teeth to tear it open. He loosened his grip on my neck, but held firm as I sat up slightly, reaching to cover his glistening cock. I barely had it rolled all the way down before I was pushed back against the seat and my panties were pulled down and over my left leg. He pushed my leg damn near to my ear as he thrust inside of me.
“Fuck!” I yelled. The air rushed from my lungs as he filled me completely.
Raising up, his hand still firmly braced around my neck, he watched me as he began moving his hips, pistoning in and out of me. I moaned and uttered words that were incoherent to my own ears.
“Goddamn, baby,” he murmured. “I missed the hell out of this pussy.”
The edges of my vision blurred as he squeezed my throat again. My eyes fluttered shut as I was overcome with sheer pleasure mixed with slight panic, that I knew would lead to even more pleasure. On each down stroke he squeezed and then released as he pulled out almost to the tip before pushing back in again.
“Open your eyes,” he growled at the same time he lowered himself, letting his lips graze over mine. He eased up on my leg and lowered it, so it circled his hip.
I did as he requested, opening my eyes until they met his. I gasped when he squeezed my neck again and began pounding into me. The tingling started all the way at my toes, but I had no air to let out the moan that wanted to escape. He squeezed harder, increased his thrusts that built momentum that rose in my core. I struggled to keep my eyes open against the intense pleasure he so willingly gave.
Just when I felt like I would pass out from lack of oxygen and the acute pressure in between my legs, he released my neck, and my orgasm sent me over the edge. My back arched almost completely off the back seat. I grasped at his still thrusting hips, needing something to hold onto. I dug my fingernails into his skin, not even cognizant enough to worry about whether or not I broke the skin. I gasped and moaned harshly, as wave after wave flowed through me, my orgasm going on and on.
After some time, I felt him swell inside me, and I watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and veins popped out of his neck. He pulled me to him as he came, pressing our bodies together.
With him covering me as I lay on the backseat, he brought his lips to mine.
“So fucking good to be home.”
I smiled against his soft lips that were such a contrast to the rest of his hard body.
“You can’t be…” My voice trailed off. I marveled at how he’d grown hard once again, his dick still inside me.
“It’s not my damn fault,” he responded, squeezing my rear end for emphasis. “But that was my only condom. Your greedy ass is gonna have to wait until we get home.” He slowly pulled out of me and sat up.
I sighed at the feeling of emptiness that came over me once he completely withdrew. For a nanosecond, I wondered why he needed to wait until he had another condom. We’d had sex plenty of times without protection and had discussed each other’s sexual histories and STD test information early on in our relationship. A second later, I scolded myself for being ridiculous. We weren’t married, still fairly new in this relationship, having only recently gotten back together. Weshouldbe using condoms, especially since neither one of us had any plans to have a baby anytime soon. We were grown adults with busy professional lives. We didn’t have time to slow down for a child when we hadn’t even discussed exactly where this thing between us was going. Logical thoughts ran through my head. I knew they made sense, but as I watched him remove the filled condom from his thickness, a weird sense of longing hit my gut as I wished he had come inside me instead of the Magnum.
“What’s that face?”
I looked up to see him watching me, even as he stuffed himself inside his pants.
I gave him an alluring smile. “Just willing the driver to make it to your place in the next sixty seconds.”
