It’s filthy, the noises he makes. It’s wanton, the way his hands grip my hips.
Rocking back and forth, I ride his gorgeous face with an after-dark abandon, like I wanted to do in my dream. Like I’ve wanted to do since I mentioned him coming over in the middle of the night.
My thighs shake. My belly tightens. My hands scrabble at the wall.
He stops, pushes me a couple inches off his face. I whimper. “Jerk.”
“Use your words, Mabel. Tell me how much you wanted me to come over. Fuck my face and tell me how desperately you needed my tongue.” His eyes are fierce, his need evident in the set of his jaw, his face wet with me. He doesn’t lower me yet.
“I wanted you so badly,” I confess.
“How badly?” He keeps me hovering above him.
“So badly I’m aching.”
His eyes swing to my center, then back to my face. “And so fucking wet.”
“Do something about it.”
“Oh, I will. I definitely will.” He drags me back down to his mouth.
Apparently, I’ve earned the right to fuck his face again. But I don’t want to lose it, so I narrate as I rock. “I wanted you to wake me up with your tongue.”
A groan, chased by a hungry lick is my reward.
“I wanted you to devour me.”
A suck on my clit. Then a growl.
“I wanted to come on your face,” I pant out.
He smacks my ass with his hand.
I yelp, but it transforms into a moan as pleasure coils in me.
He smacks me again, this time on the other cheek. Sparks burst behind my eyes.
I’m this close.
One more smack, and I shudder, falling apart on his face, coming ridiculously hard. My cries bounce off the walls. The pleasure spreads to my every cell.
It takes me ages to come down from this orgasm. I’m so blissed out I barely register the sounds he’s making. The unzip of his jeans. The rustle of fabric.
I ease off him, and he’s jerking his cock. He’s that turned on he’s shuttling his fist up and down.
“Who’s the horny one now?” I taunt.
“I’m so fucking turned on by you. I always am,” he bites out, his fist flying.
He’s not playing around. But neither am I.
“Finish in me. On me. Anywhere,” I offer, desperate. “I have an IUD. And I’m negative.”
“Negative too.”
I take the wheel, climbing on him, sinking down on his cock. I’m so wet he fills me in less than a second, and I revel in the feel of him.
His arms snake around my back, pulling me close. “Mabel,” he grunts.
