“Yeah, he does that. You should have seen him and Eli together. They were terrifying.”
I nodded. “I bet.”
“He’s really happy, Sabrina. It’s nice to see him happy.”
I smiled. “I am too. He’s an incredible human.”
“He is. Come on, I could use a beer.”
“That sounds good,” I said, and we made our way to the coolers.
We passed the kids on our way and Felix was making the pinball machine his bitch, having the time of his life. He couldn’t care less that I wasn’t hovering, so I followed Miranda outside and we grabbed two beers and sat at one of the picnic tables.
We weren’t even out there for five minutes when Stoney walked out. “Hey.”
“Hi.” I raised my head for a kiss, and he smiled.
“Need to borrow her for a minute, Randy.”
“Go for it,” she said, and turned back to Aero who she’d been deep in conversation with. I interjected occasionally, but the two of them were on the subject of guitars and how to tune and intonate, so they lost me most of the time.
“Come on,” Stoney said, helping me up.
I took his hand and let him lead me through the great room and upstairs. “Where are we going?”
“We’ve got twenty minutes before Letti needs to help the women with the food.”
“Um, that doesn’t answer my question.”
He pushed open our bedroom door, pulling me inside and locking it behind us. “Letti’s watchin’ Fox so I can fuck you.”
“Oh.” I shivered. “Does that mean I get to do that thing with my tongue?”
He laughed. “I’d appreciate it if you would.”
I licked my lips, kneeling in front of him and tugging on the waistband of his jeans. He unbuttoned them, sliding the zipper down and releasing his already hard cock for me.
I ran my tongue up the length of him, taking the tip into my mouth and sucking gently, pulling his cock out again and running my tongue over the top, licking the precum off and then taking him completely, all the way to the back of my throat.
I pressed against the underside of his dick with my tongue, moving my mouth in time with my hands, stroking him as my tongue added pressure as I worked him. It wasn’t long before his hands gripped my head and he began to fuck my face.
I took every inch of him. So deep, my eyes watered, until he let out a quiet grunt and I felt the warmth of his cum slide down my throat as his cock pulsed inside my mouth. I continued to suck gently until I’d milked him of every ounce, and then his hands were under my armpits and he was dragging me back on my feet.
“I want you naked and on your knees.”
I bit my lip and nodded, stripping as quickly as I could and climbing onto the bed on all-fours. I heard his boots hit the floor and shivered in anticipation. We’d been getting to know each other’s likes and dislikes over the past couple of weeks, and I’d been learning a lot about what I thought I didn’t like, but now can’t actually live without.
Case in point, him slamming into me from behind as he either slapped my ass or fingered my clit. Or both.
Which he was obviously fixing to do right now.
Yes.
I felt the bed dip, then his tongue was on my pussy and I was grinding against his mouth. He sucked my clit, then his tongue was inside of me as I let out a quiet whimper of need.
“You want hand or clit?”
“Hand,” I panted out.
