I watched as he climbed into bed. He was paying so much attention to me, and I was feeling all warm and fuzzy on the inside. I moved closer, and he put his arm around my shoulders so I could snuggle his nook.
Together we napped, wrapped up in each other like vines.
That two hours flashed by and soon he was failing at trying to wake me up.
“No wonder you don’t ever want to have a sleepover; your breath smells in just two hours. I’d probably pass out breathing it in the morning.”
So charming. Really, how was I not in love with him already?
“Go away!” I huffed air at him like a fire-breathing dragon, hoping he was telling the truth and it would scare him off.
“I was just teasing. You look like a beautiful goddess, waking from a peaceful sleep in the arms of her lover.” He was teasing me yet again. I tried to roll over but he held onto me and brought me back to his chest. This time his lips were on mine, trying to wake me with a kiss.
It was working.
“Okay, you win.” His teeth nipped at my lip and then it was on. My hands went to his hair, and the kiss deepened. Instead of trying to roll away from him, my legs wrapped around his hips, and I felt his hard cock against me once again.
“Think maybe we can get to third base this time around?” he muttered, and I wanted to laugh. God, we were acting like teenagers.
One hand went to my breast and the other to the button of my jeans. Yes!
“Shirt off,” I commanded, and he whipped it off in seconds. My fingers went to his chest, needing to feel his skin against mine.
“I’m going to touch what’s mine, Alessandra.” His low, raspy voice made my whole body shiver. I wanted what was coming. Me.
His fingers found their mark, and he wasted no time coaxing me to opening up wide for him.
I moaned and writhed against him as he pressed his thumb against my clit, and one finger teased me before diving in. My back arched; it’d been so long since I’d been touched by a man.
His thumb was rubbing my clit, over and over, making me squirm.
“Fuck, you are so sexy. You love my finger fucking you… I’m going to give you another.” He did.
“And another.”
I cried out from the feel of his three fingers inside me, stretching me.
“And another, until you are stretched enough to handle my cock.” His fingers that were on my breast gripped, and pinched my nipple through my bra. Oh, yes. He knew how to play me like he was my very own maestro.
“Joel,” I whined, needed more. His fingers started pumping in and out, faster and faster.
“Fuck!” My nails bit into the skin of his chest before letting go and holding onto his shoulder.
Then his fingers were gone. My eyes widened, and I swear, if looks could kill, he would be dead right now.
His hands gripped the tops of my jeans and panties together, and pulled them down in one swift move.
“Show me your cunt, Alessandra.” He looked so provocative as he stared at my bared sex.
“I just knew you were true to your heritage.” He winked, and I swear he lunged for my sex, tongue entering me with a wiggle, and then sucking on my clit.
“My best fantasy could never touch real life. You are perfect,” he mumbled against me, and the vibrations almost caused me to jump off the bed.
I was getting close, especially once he added a few fingers inside me. Without the restriction of my jeans, he could move more freely, pumping harder than before. When his teeth lightly bit my clit, I was a goner. My hands went to his hair and gripped him for dear life.
I cursed, unable to stop the flow of words, and I don’t even know if what I said was in English or Portuguese.
My whole body tensed, and I rode every shudder of the orgasm that shot through my body.
I always said Joel’s mouth ruined everything.
Well, it was official.
His mouth had ruined my vagina for all other men.
