My thumb and index finger rolled my nipple while my other hand moved down my body until it found my throbbing clit,rubbing small, slow circles with my index finger. His breath was hot and wet against me, and I cried out when he bit into my thigh.
I liked the pain.
“Do it again,” I commanded.
He was so close to where I wanted him, but he didn’t deserve it yet. Not until he cleaned up his mess. He moved to my thighs, licking up the chocolatey goodness until it was washed away from my skin.
“Wait, what if this is a mistake?”
“I promise you ...This. Is. Worth. It.” He groaned in between licks. “Please let me taste you, and we can regret it tomorrow.”
Using my foot, I pushed him away slightly, and he gave a frustrated, needy groan. The cabinets were cold against my back as I braced against them, taking in his previous comment.
“O-Okay. Just let me-”
I couldn't speak against the nervousness, but the magnetic smile he gave urged me to continue. Sam was doing this at my pace, wanting to learn my body. He respected me in a way I hadn’t been shown since before he left.
Regret it tomorrow.
Yeah…
I spread my legs open, presenting myself to him. My fingers slid into my pussy, and I moved them in time with the massaging of my clit. I could see him rubbing the tip of his fully erect cock, using the precum as lubrication as he slid his hand up and down his shaft. He was completely entranced with my movements. I licked my lips, wanting to taste him. The way he sucked his lip between his teeth drove me wild.
“Crawl to me, Sam,” I commanded hotly.
Gathering on all fours, he attempted to tuck himself in and crawl across the floor. I pulled my fingers from my dripping pussy with a long, drawn-out moan.
“I didn’t say to put your cock away. Keep stroking yourself like a good boy.”
Whimpering, his large hand found his waistband and tugged his sweats down in haste, releasing his length from the confines of his pants. His hand immediately wrapped around his shaft and started to pump up and down faster than before. I could tell he needed relief, and I intended to give it to him.
I used my slick fingers to beckon him closer, and, when he was inches from my face, I slid two of them past his lips.
“How do I taste?”
The seal of approval was his moan as he eagerly sucked the juices from my fingers.
“Do you want to taste more?”
“Please, I need more,” he begged. Hearing him begging for me threatened to drive me over the edge.
“Lie down. I want to ride your face.”
Eagerly, he did as I asked, allowing me to straddle his face while I used the counter as leverage to steady myself. A tingle ran down my spine and caused me to shudder as I felt his breath in wisps under me so intimately. A sensation I couldn't quite pinpoint ran through my veins like fire, and I needed it to fizzle out.
Nervousness.
The mess was all but forgotten when his tongue flattened against my core, dipping it between my lips. I gasped each time the tip of his nose grazed against my clit. I couldn't help the pleasure building within me as my hips moved in time with his mouth. Wetness dripped from me to coat his face, and the rough stubble tickled the sensitive area between my thighs. We both knew I was unraveling.
“I don’t want to s–suf–suffocate you, Sam.”
Shifting slightly, I moved one of my legs to both give him better access and better support my weight. My moans grew louder every time he switched between licking, sucking, and flicking my clit with his tongue.
A sharp slap filled the air, and I cried out from the sudden sting.
“Fucking suffocate me, woman. I want it all.”
With a hand flat against the ledge, I moved the other into his hair and pushed his face further into me, listening and purring at the sounds he made while trying to breathe. I wanted to see how well he could follow slight movements and commands, so I left the rest up to him and enjoyed the ride. I almost forgot that I was the one in charge.
