Trick
Waking with morning wood works out fine when it’s wedged against a gorgeous female ass.
It slowly dawns on me that it’s not morning yet and that, while the ass is perfect, it’s also wounded so I need to be gentle with it. Putting my hand between Laurel’s legs makes her breath catch and muscles tighten, but she doesn’t try to push my hand away.
Jerking the drawstring on the sweats makes their hold on her waist slacken. Sliding my hand inside the sweats, I kiss the back of her neck. My fingers stroke between her lower lips, finding humid heat. Teasing her clit gets me a silent invitation as she arches her back and pushes her ass against my groin. I want her on her back so I’ll have full access, but it’s risky to interrupt what I’m doing when she’s into it. Might break the spell. I smile, thinking it’s been a long time since I’ve had to worry about that. Normally, even on the rare occasions I’m dating someone, I do what I want in bed, positioning them however I want, fucking them in whatever position I’m in the mood for. There’s never any push-back, and I wouldn’t allow it if there was. If Laurelyn were mine, the rules would be the same, but she’s not mine and the FBI is sniffing around, so I don’t just get to tell her how I want her body.
Deciding to risk an end to this run up to sex with her, I pull my hand away.
She looks over her shoulder at me. Kissing her soft mouth, I slide my tongue in and squeeze her breast through the t-shirt. Yeah, want is quickly shifting to need as cravings I haven’t had in a long time surface.
If I took her to the guest room and put restraints around her thighs and harnessed them to the eyebolts on either side of the headboard, she’d be spread open in bondage, which would be great on every level. I’m betting though that it would remind her too much of last night, so I resist the temptation.
She doesn’t resist my stripping the t-shirt and sweats from her body, but when I grab and stack the pillows, she rolls over so she’s facing me, her expression questioning.
“Lie with the pillows under your lower back. It’ll keep your ass above the bed.”
“That would be an awkward position.”
“Not with your legs over my shoulders.” I don’t wait for her to react to my wicked grin. Instead, I hook my arm under her knees and lift her onto the pillows and then move between her thighs. Licking her belly and pushing the tip of my tongue into her belly button elicits a soft gasp. I suck on her flesh slowly, holding the back of her left thigh in my hand and pushing it up and out. Her right leg’s draped over my shoulder, her heel bobbing gently against my back as I move.
Her muscles are tight, but she doesn’t fight. When I move down and lick her clit with the flat of my tongue, I know she’s mine for as long as I want her. Dipping my tongue into her, I love the tangy taste of her and the way she moves under my mouth. I’m unhurried as I fuck her with my tongue.
When I think she’s excited enough, I slide a hand underneath her to grip her ass. She jerks but my grip’s firm. She writhes, I lick and squeeze, and she comes.
Her breathing’s ragged, and her hips move slowly. My cock’s fucking stone, and I want to put it inside her. This is another thing I haven’t done in a long time. Thousands of blowjobs, but my dick where it belongs? Not often. Do I even remember vanilla missionary?
I grab a condom from the nightstand, tear the package open, and roll it on. She’s come down, her legs no longer shaking, her soles resting on the mattress. When I drop onto my left hand so my chest’s above hers, she’s a good girl and loops her legs around me. My cock’s fisted in my right hand as the head dips into her soft opening. The side of her knee presses against my back, beckoning me deeper. As I exhale a groan, my hips drive forward. The rightness of that snug clutch gripping me is so good I don’t even move. Savoring the feel of her has me wishing there was no condom between us.
My right palm moves to the mattress next to her arm and I lower myself, so her breasts are pressed against my chest, and that feels amazing too. She kisses my neck, her lips cool against my hot skin. It sends shockwaves through me. I wonder how much of this I could take before I’d come without a single fucking thrust?
My control isn’t endless, so it’s not long before instinct takes over. Tangling my left hand in her hair, I pull her head back and suck on her throat as I grind against her and drive deep. Her pussy throbs around me, pulsing like a heartbeat. My thrusts get harder and rougher. She struggles a bit, but it’s not the kind of struggle that says she wants to be let go. It’s the kind of struggle that says she wants to test my hold on her. I pin her arms over her head and hammer into her until her body slides off the pillows and lands on the mattress. Without a gag, her mouth’s free to protest but the only sounds she makes are whimpers and moans.
“Mmm… please,” she whispers, raising her hips.
Her body’s so soft under mine, perfect in every way. I slow my thrusts to grind against her clit, loving that I can make her come over and over. She arches her back and groans.
“Oh, God,” she murmurs as her pussy clenches around my cock, the rhythm of her body beckoning mine.
I stare down at her flushed face and bright eyes, pumping hard again. An orgasm forms at the base of my balls.
I come so hard I feel it in my entire body.
Panting breaths give way to a need to kiss her. I let her wrists go and lower my head. Her mouth meets mine, our bodies fused. My cock feels so good nestled in that wet heat, pressing against her womb. What I want from Laurel has always been different than what I want from other women, and apparently that hasn’t changed. Right now I’m in the grips of an old school compulsion, a primal need. When the word breed hits my brain, I know it’s time to move before I start saying things I’ll regret.
Pushing off my palms, I break her grip on my torso. When I pull out and see the naked head of my cock, it takes a second for me to understand.
Fuck.
No wonder it felt so incredible. My cock just gave her cervix an open-mouthed kiss. After a beat, I exhale and whisper the word. “Fuck.”
“What?”
“I broke the condom.”
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Laurel
