“That’s what I thought,” she says, moving further up my body until she’s straddling my chest.
She breaks character for a moment and whispers, “Tap three times if you want me to stop.”
With her knees either side of my head, she lowers herself onto my face and slowly glides her pussy over my mouth.
The first time I went down on her felt incredible, I loved exploring her with my mouth and tongue. I already knew certain things she liked from using my hands, but I could do so much more using my mouth as well. And the way she tasted, holy shit, I knew it was good from when I’d tasted her on my fingers, but being down there, being able to lap up every drop… amazing. Every time I’ve eaten her pussy since, I think I’ve gotten better at it, my confidence growing, but this is the first time she’s sat on my face.
And Jesus fucking Christ it’s hot.
Not being allowed to touch her means I can only use my mouth and tongue; she’s in complete control when it comes to the pressure and how much of her I can access. But I’m devouring her like a man starved, running my tongue over her lips and clit, then when she lowers herself onto me, humming and moaning to give her vibrations, before sucking her clit for as long as I can until she pulls away.
And the view… looking up at her as she moans and grips the headboard, her face full of pleasure and her gorgeous tits right above me; I could blow my load just from watching her. It’s taking everything in me not to reach up and play with her nipples, wanting to add to her pleasure, but the last thing I want her to do is stop.
Tap three times if you want me to stop… she’s got to be fucking kidding, I’ve never tapped out in my life, and I don’t intend to start now.
I let her ride my face for as long as she needs, until I feel her body tremble above me. Sensing she’s close, I keep my rhythm and movements going, knowing that she needs consistency.Just as she comes, she brings her hands down onto my head, holding me still as she thrusts and shudders against my face, letting me taste her and feel how her body responds to me.
Fuck. I could stay here forever.
She collapses next to me, blissed out and gorgeous, her skin flush from her orgasm. I stare at her intently, wondering if I can touch her yet or not.
“Are you okay?” she asks, “That wasn’t too much was it?”
“Not at all. I’m just waiting for you to give me permission to touch you.”
She laughs. “Shit, sorry, I forgot all about that, of course you can; honestly you could have touched me during, like I’d have actually stopped.”
“Great, now you tell me,” I chuckle, pulling her to me and kissing her, running my hands everywhere I’ve just been denied. “We’re gonna have to do that again so I can touch you as well.”
“Fine by me,” she murmurs, rolling over to straddle me again.
Chapter 15
Elizabeth
Mid-weekdinershiftsarethe worst; no one is coming to a diner after 9 p.m. on a Wednesday, the night always drags. Although, it’s useful to have some time to catch up on reading for my classes. I love seeing Angel so often, but my studies have been severely lacking these last few weeks. I manage a few hours of study after classes while I wait for him to come and pick me up, and as much as he tries to encourage me in the apartment, it’s too hard to concentrate with him lying in bed next to me, he’s just so fucking hot.
We’re still keeping us quiet from everyone, which is good, and what we both want, but it’s difficult. I really need to get some outside perspective on what’s going on between us, especially with Angel’s birthday coming up. I want to ask Donovan what type of present I should get, should I arrange a party or get-together, or should I let the club sort it? I’m getting all ‘in my head’ about it; if I buy him a silly present, he might not think I’ve put enough thought into it, but if I go too thoughtful, is that saying our relationship is more than it is? All I know is that I don’t want to fuck it up.
The doors to the diner open and I’m expecting a customer, so it’s a nice surprise to see Angel walk in, looking as handsome as ever—a dark, plaid, button-up shirt under his cut, and his usual black jeans and boots.
“Hey beautiful,” he says, smiling and coming to take a seat at the bar.
“Hey you.” I smile back before leaning over the bar and kissing him. “What are you doing here so early, it’s only 1 a.m.”
“I know, I couldn’t sleep, and you said Wednesdays are always quiet so figured I’d come and keep you company. That okay?”
“Of course, you want a coffee or anything?”
“Sure, let’s make it a decaf though yeah, I don’t wanna keep you awake all night, you’ve got morning classes.”
“Good point,” I say, pouring the coffee into a mug and passing it to him. “I was just thinking about you actually.”
“Oh yeah?” he smirks, “Good stuff I hope.”
“I mean, I’d say way better than good…” I reach my hand out and run it over his shirt. “Mmm, definitely way better than good. But seriously though, I was actually thinking about your birthday.”
“How did you know it’s my birthday soon?”
