I get up on my knees in front of him, kissing the middle of his chest and feeling the pounding of his heart beating. “Was that okay?” I move my nose back and forth, trailing my tongue to his nipple, flicking it. “Because I have to say”—his hand comes up to push the hair away from my face—“that was the most erotic thing that has ever happened to me.” I move to the other nipple.
“Night is still young,” he teases and his hand grips mine on his cock. “Get a condom.”
“I’m on birth control,” I blurt suddenly, “and I’m clean. I got tested monthly after...well, you know. Besides, it’s been a while before that. Seems since I wasn’t getting pregnant, there was no use in us being intimate.”
“Have I mentioned he’s a fucking idiot?” he deadpans, and I can’t help but laugh as his hand comes up to hold my jaw while he kisses me. His tongue is on mine and I can taste myself on his lips and hungrily suck his tongue into my mouth. His hand falls from my chin and, in a blink of an eye, I am on my knees, my chest on the bed, and his mouth is now buried between my legs. I close my eyes, feeling his warm, soft tongue slide into me and I push back at him, hoping to get it deeper inside me. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I throw over my shoulder, “like you have never fucked anyone before.” He moves my hips back a bit, getting up. He holds his cock in his hand and I feel it rub up and down my slit. He puts one of his feet on the bed beside my knee. He teases me as he rubs it up and then stops to slip it in, for just a split second, before continuing back to my clit, where he rubs it with the tip of his cock. “My whole body feels like it’s on fire.”
“Good,” he says right before he slides his cock into me and the feeling of fullness overwhelms me. He puts his hand at the base of my back and pulls me away from him and then back to him, making me move to fuck him. He doesn’t move, never burying himself fully inside me. Just stopping midway and then pulling back out. I get up on my hands and twist to look behind me and his eyes are fixated on his cock sliding into me.
“What are you doing?” I ask him, semi-frustrated, semi-ready to push him down and ride his cock, taking what I want.
“I’m watching your pussy swallow my cock.” He doesn’t even look up at me while he tells me this.
“Well, my pussy would like a good—” I don’t say another word because he slams into me and I swear I think I see either stars or the lights of heaven. The jolt rushes right through me and I can’t help but orgasm all around his cock. He doesn’t even give me a second before he’s pulling out and slamming in again, over and over. My moans and the sound of skin slapping skin fill the room as my hands grip the sheets to try to hold on before he fucks me off the bed. “Is that all you’ve got?” I bite down on my bottom lip and he leans forward, taking each of my tits in his hands and pulling me back on his cock. Kirby has lost control. I’ve made him lose control.
“If I fuck you any harder—” he grits between clenched teeth.
“If you fuck me any harder,” I can barely say, his cock hitting the sweet spot over and over, “I’ll feel you all day tomorrow.” He fucks me with abandon, making me slam into him over and over again. My eyes roll behind my head when I come again. “It’s right?—”
“I feel it,” he growls between clenched teeth. “Feel you strangling my cock.” I try to keep my eyes open but I can’t, I just go with the feeling. “Need to get deeper,” he says and I’m about to say if you go any deeper, you’ll be in my throat. He pulls out of me and I moan out in frustration, wanting him to get back inside me. He flips me like I’m a rag doll to my back.
Holding one foot in his hand and the other leg pushed back, he slides his cock into me. “That’s deeper.” He pulls out slowly before he slams back into me again, letting go of my legs and leaning down on the bed. One hand is beside my hip, the other around my waist, pulling me up to him. His cock goes so deep in my pussy, I have to put my hands on the headboard behind me and my head falls back.
He moves his hand from beside me to hold my ass as he puts one knee on the bed for support before I sit on his lap. The hand around my waist moves up to the middle of my back, while my nose plays with his as he moves me up and down on his cock. His tongue slides into my mouth as I ride him, or rather, how he makes me ride him.
“I want to ride you,” I tell him when he lets go of my mouth. He places his other knee on the bed, my pussy still impaled on his cock as he moves over to the headboard, turning, and sitting down with his back against it.
“Then ride me, baby,” he urges, his hands coming up to roll my nipples as I put my knees by his hips. “Ride me good.” I put my hands on the top of the fabric headboard beside his head and move myself up and down on his cock. His hands go to my ass, slapping one cheek, my movement speeding up a touch when he does that.
“Your pussy gets tighter every time I smack you,” he states, sucking in one of my nipples that bounce by his mouth, biting down on it just enough for me to move faster and faster. I pant out and lean forward, our mouths connecting as his body rubs my back to my ass and back up again. I feel his hands everywhere, and I know I’m about to come again. I’ve never had more than one orgasm during sex, but with Kirby it’s like he knows how to get more out of me.
“Going to come, baby, after you finish coming on my cock,” he informs me and I can’t even focus on what he is saying, I’m just chasing the feeling of exploding. “Going to flip you on your back, lick your pussy, and then come right on your landing strip.”
All I can do is nod as my head falls back and I come on his cock over and over again, feeling like I’m floating out of this universe. He flips me to my back, his mouth going on my clit, sucking it into his mouth, but his fingers fuck me so hard it feels like his knuckles are trying to get into my skin. All I can do is try to open my legs wider to give him more space.
“Come on my tongue,” he commands, his other hand coming up and pressing down on my clit, moving it side to side. Just like that, I’m jumping off this cliff I’ve never been on, so high I don’t even care where I fall. “Fuck, you gushed all over me.”
He moves his hand from my clit and then I slowly open my eyes, his fingers still in me slowly moving, but he’s got his cock in his hand. I try to move my hand up to help him, but I’m spent. “Baby.” He aims his cock for my landing strip and white cum shoots right on it. Once, twice, three times before he’s pressing his cock down and moving his cum all around me, his cock still shooting some more. “Mine,” he claims, “all fucking mine.”
I smile when he collapses beside me on his back, his chest rising and falling as if he just spent the last hour running a marathon. “I think you killed me.”
One of my legs falls to the side and I move my hand to his hip. “I can’t move,” I tell him. “Tried to help you come on me, and I couldn’t move my hand.” I turn my head to watch him with his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” I turn to look at his ceiling. “Or I’m having a stroke.”
“You aren’t having a stroke,” he assures me and moves his hand to cup my breast, squeezing it, “but you might have killed my dick.”
I gasp and sit up in his bed. “Not the dick! I’m fond of the dick.” He can’t help but laugh and I move next to him, kissing his neck and cuddling my face in his neck. “Kirby,” I call his name softly, my hand on his abs moving it around in circles, “there is something we need to talk about.”
“What is it, baby?” he asks, rubbing my arm up and down.
“It’s serious, so I need your undivided attention.”
“You’re naked in my bed and I just had the most insane sex of my life.” He chuckles. “You have all my attention.” I chuckle as I put my hand on his abs and then place my chin on it, looking at him. He folds his arm under his head to look at me. “What is it?”
“Well,” I start and I can see the worry on his face, “who is going to sleep in the wet spot?”
He barks out his laughter. “Well, you did it, so you have to sleep in it.”
