And when his lips gently pressed on mine, and his hands went to my lower back, pulling my body against his, all rational and coherent thought when right out the window. I couldn’t hold back anymore. My desire for him had apparently been much stronger than I had ever let on to myself. Now that the barrier of physical contact like this had fallen, it was like everything else was falling to the wayside.
I straddled him. I could feel him getting hard through his jeans, his hard cock pressed against my own jeans making me grind my hips into his. Our kissing went from lips to tongue. My hands explored his hard body, going everywhere from his lean but hard shoulders to his firm six-pack to his soft face.
I wanted all of it. I had all of it. I was going to touch all of it.
He leaned forward and kissed my neck, and I lost all control. I reached under his shirt and started to claw my hands around his hips, reaching for his member. I didn’t know who was going to make the first bold move, but I had a feeling—
His hands reached up under my shirt and undid my bra. My breasts free, his hands reached in front and squeezed.
“Oh, fuck, Michael,” I breathlessly moaned.
I could no longer help it. I got off him so I could better reach for him and slid my hand under his jeans. What I felt was hard, thick, and long, and I imagined him being inside of me, filling me and making me orgasm.
Fuck, just the thought of it…
He breathlessly uttered my name, the very sound heightening my arousal to the point ofneedingto get off. He pushed forward and pressed me down on the couch, laying me on my back. Now it was his turn for his hand to go under my pants. I felt his fingers crawl forward, massaging my clit before going inside of me. Every “step” of his fingers made me arch my hips and gasp in pleasure. I found his cock inside his pants and began stroking mindlessly, unable to concentrate as Michael pleasured me.
“Michael, yes...”
My gasps became stilted as he put two fingers inside of me and curled. I hadn’t thought that the mere act of fingering would work at getting me to climax so quickly, but the passion and the heat of the moment was undeniable. I genuinely could not resist the feeling that I was getting from him. I might have held back on the bike, but here, now, with fire burning between us, I could not stop myself from reaching climax.
How he was doing this, how he was getting me off in a way I hadn’t gotten off since fooling around in high school, was beyond me. There was something very skillful in the pace and method with which he moved. Michael really was different. There were just no better words to describe it.
“Ah!” I cried out when he got me right to the point of no return.
His thumb pressed down on top of my groin, his middle and ring finger worked inside of me, and his other two fingers spread against the crevice between my sex and my legs. He knew exactly what he was doing.
And when it happened, my hips quivered and bounced up and down on that couch, shaking like a bull trying to buck its rider. I let out a loud cry at first, one that slowly dissolved into pleasant laughter as the come down swept through me. I just felt so damn good… I felt light as a feather. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“That hasn’t happened since I was a teenager,” I said, grasping at his face. “Oh my fucking God, Michael.”
I moved up to kiss him. It was like having dessert after an incredible meal.
But this kiss wasn’t enough.
I wanted more. I wanted to see him pleased as I had been pleased.
With force probably far more aggressive than he was expecting, I shoved him to the couch. I kissed him on the lips and neck, making my way down his body. When I got to his jeans, I unbuttoned them and removed them, then hovered over his boxers, grinding on him a bit, taking a minute to imagine what sex with him would actually be like. I didn’t know if we’d get that far tonight, if only because I was going to make him come right now, but just thinking about it… oh, fucking yes.
Slowly, very slowly, I moved his boxers back and took a second to admire his cock. I took it in my hands, gently stroked, and watched with delight as he squirmed.
“Oh, fuck,” he said.
“Yeah, funny how that feels when you’re the one getting pleased, huh?” I said with a smirk.
I was in complete control of him right now, and I was in absolutely no rush to finish the job.
I scooted my hips back so I could lie on the far end of the couch. I then moved my tongue toward the base of his cock and licked slowly, very slowly, to the tip, trying to get a sense of what part of it most pleased him and what part most aroused him. It became very evident very fast that he was a tip guy, the kind that would be in pleasure to the point of pain when his tip was aroused and toyed with. I wasn’t evil, so I didn’t abuse it, but I certainly now had the insight on how to make him come if I had to.
I worked on him from there, using a combination of my mouth and my hand to push him further and further along. Just as he had with me, I made it a point to not rush the process. I wanted Michael to feel every movement of my tongue, every stroke of my hand, until the moment of release. I typically wasn’t much of a swallower, but for Michael, I wanted all of it. I wanted him to feel the best kind of pleasure and not have to worry mid-orgasm about cleaning himself up.
And sure enough, although Michael didn’t exactly blow his load within thirty seconds of starting, it didn’t take nearly as long to get him to where he was stiffening and hardening in my mouth as it had for me to reach climax.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said, his words barely comprehensible.
His words were all a delight, really, even if I couldn’t understand it. Rather than go faster, though, I slowed down, the better to extend the period just before he’d climax.
But ironically, it seemed to have the opposite effect. Instead, he finished in me faster than I anticipated, but as I had promised myself, I made sure to swallow all of him, taking him entirely into me. I held firm, even as his hips shook.
