“Ride my face, baby.”
I still. “What?”
His fingers dig into my hip, lifting me off his cock and moving my body upward until I’m gripping the back of his headboard, pussy hovering over his mouth.
I’ve never ridden a man’s face before, despite discussing it with my clients in detail who enjoy it or have fantasized about doing it. I know what to do from a clinical perspective, but real-life experience? Nope, don’t have any of that.
“Put your full weight on me. Smother me, Rhiannon.”
I try to relax myself down onto him as I steady my opening across his mouth. The slightest bit of his beard brushes against my slit as his tongue spikes into me with a pleasured, deep hum.
“Just like that, sweetheart.”
“Cain...” I gasp; his tongue forms a point and flicks against my clit. I rock my hips forward again, deepening my movements as I hold on tight.
“Fuck, you taste good. Stop holding back with me.Sit this pussy on me.”
I take a deep breath, toss my hair over my shoulder and grind down again, dragging my wetness all across his face the way that he’s demanding.
“Fuck, Rhiannon,” he growls, “Yeah, just like that.”
Cain devours me from below, taking, sucking, licking and thrusting into me with his fingers and tongue until I know I’m close. “I’m… I’m so close.”
He growls and lifts me until I’m back over his cock. We both watch as I drop onto him again, sighing in unison when he’s inside me, buried to the root.
“Yes,” he groans, throwing one arm behind his head, watching as I bounce on him. “I’ve been dreaming of having you in my bed just like that.”
“Just like this?” I ask teasing as I squeeze my breasts together and shake them in front of his face.
He leans forward to suck on one. “Yeah, just like that. Best tits I’ve ever seen. Fuck baby, I’m going to come just looking at you. I’m close.”
“Me too.”
I press my palms into his abs, lift again and that’s when I realize the reason this feels so damn good is because in the heat of the moment, we completely forgot to put on protection.
“Oh… oh shit!” I shout, jumping off him like he’s a snake and sliding to the edge of the bed.
“What’s wrong?” he yells sitting upright.
I point at his dick like it’s a wild animal. It’s soaked. Covered. With me or him, I’m not sure. But it’s a terrifying sight.
“You didn’t put a condom on, Cain!”
He looks down and then curses to himself before reaching for his bedside drawer to find one but it’s already too late. The moment is ruined, and I’ve just been doused in cold water, back to the reality of my life. One where I don’t get to be reckless and seekout personal pleasure. Where I have to think about more than just myself.
“What are we doing?” I gasp, bending at the waist and taking a few deep breaths. “This was a mistake. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
I jump up, still completely naked and sprint out to the living room, retrieving my underwear and pulling my dress over my head so fast that by the time Cain makes it out of the bedroom he’s still naked and hard with hands up to try to stop me, condom foil still clasped between his fingers.
“Rhiannon, don’t go, please. I’m so sorry.”
I shake my head, already at the door to the elevator, slipping my shoes back on.
“This was a mistake. A reckless and stupid mistake. What about a possible pregnancy risk? What about STDS?!”
“I wasn’t thinking. I got caught up.” He runs his fingers through his messy hair. “It felt so good. I wasn’t thinking about why it felt extra good.”
“Your dick is going to fall off sleeping around without using protection!” I shout back at him. “Now I have to go get tested.” I shake my head, furious with how careless I acted. How careless both of us acted. You’d think we would have been more cautious by now, but this is the risk with getting too comfortable with someone.
