“That’s the point, princess.”
She looks into a mirror in her foyer, next to the front door. She applies it slowly, knowing that I’m watching. Finally, shesmacks her lips together with a popping sound and caps the lipstick, throwing it somewhere behind her.
She glides towards me like a siren, each step exaggerated with the swing of her hips.
I unbutton my shirt, leaving it on but draped open.
This woman crawls,crawlsthe rest of the way, ass tilted high in the air. She gets on her knees and rubs my thighs with her hands. Her small, nimble fingers trace the grooves on my stomach, my chest, nails scratching the nipple. Her hands feel impossibly soft.
She unbuttons the top of my pants, slowly unzips, tooth by tooth, trying to play coy. “Let’s see if the arrogance is worth it, then,” she purrs.
I smirk.
She grips my pants and my boxers by the sides, and I lift enough to allow her to pull it down. She only manages to get it just under my balls before becoming distracted. “Nooo,” she whispers.
“Five out of five?” I ask, wrapping my hand around my girth and pumping once, twice, groaning at the relief.
“I—there’s no way that’ll—what thefuck, Oliver,” she is still whispering, a tad hysterical. “It’s not fair—you look like that,” she says, waving her hand at my abs, “andyour—your” waving her hand towards my crotch, rambling incoherent nonsense.
I want nothing more than to shut her up with my cock. I point it towards her mouth. “Suck my dick, Georgia.”
Chest heaving, she glares at me. She licks her blood-red lips, and I memorize the image. Finally, she puts the tip in her mouth, the part not currently covered by my hand.
I almost lose it immediately. It’s heaven, the feeling, the warmth of her mouth. I move my hand away and she replaces it with her own. Now this is the sight I’ve been waiting for.
She’s a vision. Her red lips wrapped around my thickness,bobbing up and down, red painted everywhere, smudged all over the base of my dick, smeared all over her face. The way she stares up at me, eyes bright and blue and soul-crushingly beautiful. She maps me with her tongue and scrapes me with her teeth.
I flex my hips, wrapping her hair in my hands and gently moving her head up and down. I nearly die at the feeling of hitting the back of her throat, but she only makes it halfway down my dick.That won’t do. “I need you to take it all, angel. Can you do that for me?” I ask her, gently, not wanting to scare her.
She nods with her mouth full of me, and I smirk. “Tap my leg if it’s too much, and I’ll stop,” I tell her. I grab her hair once more, adjusting her head so she’s at a better angle, and slowly, slowly make my way down her throat. “Relax your throat. There you go. Good girl. Look at you, look how beautiful you look taking me down.” I am consumed by the feeling, the tight squeeze. I reach down and collar her neck, lightly, feeling myself move in and out.
Georgia gives us after a while, instead taking her hand and wraps it around my dick, just in front of her mouth, and starts moving both in tandem, sucking hard.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I wrench myself out of her mouth, squeezing the base, so incredibly close to blowing. I collapse back onto the couch, out of breath, and I glare at her. “That was unacceptable, princess, trying to make me come before I was ready.”
She climbs on top of me, both knees on either side of my hips. “My turn,” she croons.
I grip her waist as she places her hands on my shoulders.
We both watch as she traps my cock between my body and hers, not letting me in yet. It’s an obscene sight, watching her slide her wetness up and down my length, pressing down when it reaches her clit. Her warmth, her wetness, it’s toomuch and yet not enough, so close to the real thing. I help myself to her tits, which are bouncing directly in front of my mouth, catching a nipple and sucking in the way I’ve learned she likes best.
I grit my teeth when I slip inside, just the tip.
We both curse, identical “fuck”s, and look down at the sight.
I sputter. “Georgia. Stop. Stop.” I lift her off of me. She wails. “I need to know if we need a condom. Tell me immediately. I have one in my wallet, just over there. I’m clean; I just got tested last month?—”
She pants. “I’m clean, too, and I have an IUD?—”
“What are you saying, Georgia? I need to hear you say it out loud?—”
“Fuck me bare, Oliver; fuck, just put it in.”
I groan.Unbelievable. I lift her up and angle my dick towards her entrance, holding the base. We both hold our breath, it seems, and I am immediately consumed by her soaking warmth. I alternate between checking her face and looking down at where we are connected, watching her brow furrow as she adjusts to my size, watching my dick sink into her body, stretching her obscenely, inch by inch.
She’s whining now, muttering unintelligibly, sawing her hips back and forth. “Holy shit, Oliver—I can’t—are you all in yet?”
I clench my jaw, my hands so tight on her hips I’m sure they’ll leave bruises. I restrain myself from both slamming her down and coming immediately. I want to laugh and burst into tears simultaneously when I look down and I’m not even halfway there. “Not yet, baby, almost there,” I say, as she shifts on top of me. “Fuck, you’re so tight. You’re doing so well.”
