I can feel Clay’s lips start to move. Warm, soft, and gentle as theymake outwith myotherlips. There’s just no other way to describe it. Then his tongue moves inward and -oh shit.It’s spiking in and out with deliciously painful ease as I toss my head of hair over my shoulder, arch my back harder and begin to rock my hips into his face.
His nose finds my clit, rubbing gentle circles while his mouth works, and his hands guide my hips. I’m moving more frantically now, leaning into whatever feels good as I hold onto the headboard, my thighs shaking and doing their best to notcrush him.
“Stop tensing. I want you tosit downon my face,” he commands, mumbling against my clit. The humming of his voice accompanied by his demanding words shatters the final threads of any insecurity I may have been holding on to.
I ride him, likeridehim as if I’m riding a horse. I don’t know if I’m doing this right, but it feels so damn good, so I rock back and forth harder. His hot mouth, tongue, hands, and nose are all working in tandem, pleasuring me in ways I didn’t even know were possible.
“I feel... I feel amazing,” I cry out as I move faster.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, on one of my rocks.
I nod and look downward. “Yes.”
“I’m going to touch your other hole, show you how good that can feel when you come.”
I nod again.
Never been touched back there before.
But as I ride his face, I’m starting to believe I could try everything I’ve never tried with Clay, and it would feel amazing and safe.
He draws my clit into his lips and gives it a hard flick with his tongue, causing me to clench down and cry out before he pulls back slightly to stop the orgasm that’s rearing its head. Then, his fingers are there, massaging and caressing my hips, moving inward, until I feel one thick, padded finger circle my puckered hole, pressing in gently.
Oh… oh.
I twist my head around, trying to get a glimpse of his hand behind me as it teases. I notice his other hand is wrapped around his cock snuggly, that thick, tree trunk that’s now firm as steel.
I decide that I want to watchthatwhile I ride his face, so I do.Neck twisted, pussy gliding back and forth over his mouth, eyes glued to his other hand and the swollen tip of his cock that looks like it might burst. I watch in awe while his hand plays with my butt. He circles my puckered hole once more, this time, just the tip of his finger to his nail dips inside.
Oh... I like that.
I can feel my orgasm building deep inside of my pelvis again. I’m acutely aware of all the new sensations happening within my body. The ways I’m being touched, teased and caressed. The finger at my hole that’s sliding in gently again, this time down to the first knuckle before pulling back out.
I moan and hear him hum harder in pleasure while the strokes on his cock pick up. I watch as it tightens, his breathing against my pussy quickens and I feel his finger plunge deeper.
“Clay, oh… Clay!” I cry out in pleasure at the same time that his cock jerks, unleashing hot, ropey, strings of come all over my butt and back.
I scream his name, my hearing fades, my thighs shake and my neck tenses. I was doing my best not to collapse with all my weight on his face but I’m full on suffocating him now. I try to focus and fail, he’s still moving, tongue lapping at my release so at least I know he must be able to breathe.
When I’ve finally regained my wits, I gently swing my legs off him, flop on to my back on the bed, and seal my eyes shut tightly. After a few minutes of heavy breathing, I feel his touch again, this time, gentle fingertips trailing up and down my arms and across my chest.
“Are you alright?”
“That was… I’m not even sure. That was insane, Clay. You’re way too good at that.”
He chuckles softly and I open my eyes to meet his kind ones. “So, I take it you like riding my face?”
“Like?” I scoff, “That might be my new favorite thing.”
He smiles. “I liked it too. Are you tired?”
I look down between us, seeing he’s somehow already hard again. “You know, for such anold man,you sure don’t have any issues getting it up.”
He growls, flipping on top of me this time and fisting his cock in his hand. It’s still leaking from the orgasm he released all over my back and I don’t think I’ve ever seen something more beautiful. My tongue darts out, wetting my lips as I wonder whether I can wrap my mouth around that thick, throbbing head.
A plum wouldn’t be a good way to describe it, more like a peach with the crease being his opening. The same opening that’s now dripping all over my stomach.
“You lick your lips like that again, and I’m going to be stuffing this inside there.”
