I slam the door behind me, caged between her arms that are covered with so many colors and interesting tattoos. My hands go to her hips and her body is warm, inviting.
“So, what do you wanna do, Doc?” she asks, quirking her brow.
I try to think quickly, wanting to sound smooth and cool. “You,” I blurt out, earning a sexy laugh from her. My face heats up thinking she’s laughing at me.
“Give a girl a chance to warm up first, Doc,” she continues giggling. Our mouths are so close, but we’re not kissing. I need to change that.
I move forward, angling my head up so I can reach her lips. She doesn’t stop me or pull back. She flicks her tongue out, letting me feel the stud in her tongue. We both exhale deep breaths like we’ve been needing this to happen for too long.I certainly have.
The kiss is slow, deep, passionate. She wraps her arms around my neck, and her fingers are in my hair, making a mess of it. I’m torn between squeezing her ass or boobs. I want all of her. In medical school, I used to wish I had extra hands to be a better doctor– save more lives. Now, I need more hands so that I can feel more, grab more, touch more of Margeaux.
“Fuck. You’re such a good kisser,” she pants into my mouth, diving back for another kiss.
I groan, loving that she takes what she wants. I’m sending all thetelepathic signals I can, yelling from within my mind for her to take whatever she wants from me. I’m all hers. I slide my hands up and under her cropped shirt and I feel her stomach muscles tense, and goosebumps break out on her skin.
I cup her breasts in each of my hands. I’ve never felt a body like Margeaux’s before. She’s strong and firm, but soft and smooth. I run my thumbs over the bars going through her nipples, and I’m a goner. I feel my dick on the brink of exploding in my pants. I’m going to come just from touching this woman.
“Mmmm…you can be rougher with them, Doc,” she whispers in my ear and takes my lobe between her teeth, tugging the soft skin between her teeth. I release a pleasure-filled hiss.
“Fuck. Do that again,” I pant, following her directions and giving her nipples a simultaneous tug.
She moans into my other ear as she bites and tugs it again. Our bodies are rubbing against each other, moving together. Fitting together. I pull her shirt off, needing her tits in my mouth. My face is too close for them to not be. I’ve never been appreciative of my height, until this moment. She responds by taking my shirt off, too.
“Mmm. I knew you had some good chest hair. I love it,” she says, losing her voice as I swirl my tongue around the piercing on her right nipple. “Mmmm…yea!” She leans into me, pushing her tit into mouth. Fuck. She’s trying to smother me.
Her right hand moves from my hair to my chest, where she tugs my chest hair. Again, another first for me, and I’m so into it. I’ve never been with a woman who was comfortable with rougher touches. We’re exchanging moans and pleasure-filled hisses. My mouth sucking her perfect, full tits, and hers tugging and sucking my ears and neck. I hope I’m covered in hickeys; trophies for me to show the rest of the world that Margeaux Wild wanted me, and claimed me. Her hand continues downward, and she rubs my dick through my sweatpants.
“Ohh! Fuck!” I grab her wrist, stopping her. “Sensitive. I’m gonna come if you keep touching me like that,” I warn her.
That devious smile, that I’m learning means she has a naughty idea, widens on her face. “Well, we can’t have that. Can we, Doc?”
She gives me a quick kiss before lowering herself to the floor, taking my sweatpants down with her.
“Holy shit! Jon!”
She’s looking up at me with those wide and wild eyes that I can’t read.
“What? What’s wrong?!” I panic, looking down at my dick, thinking it’s shriveling up, or something, with stage fright.
“You’re. So. Thick,” she says, taking my length into her hand. “I mean, I have big hands for a girl, and you’re filling my hand, Doc.”
I’ve gotten this feedback before. I may not have the longest dick in the land, but it’s girthy for sure. Nicolette took a while to get used to fitting me inside her. Blow jobs were out of the question. Even sex was infrequent. She’s too narrow-waisted and I felt bad that sex with me was uncomfortable for her at times. I got used to a lot of handjobs and shallow fucks.
“If you don’t want to…” I begin, already mentally prepared for this wild evening to be over.
“What?! Shut up and let me admire your dick for a minute, jeeze.”
She spits a wad of saliva on my crown and just seeing her spit on my dick sends me over the edge. It’s the naughtiest, filthiest sexual act I’ve ever had done to me, and my dick reacts like it was the spark needed to light a forest fire.
“Ohhh fuuuuckkk! Fuuuuck. Fuck. Fuck!”
I come. I’mcomingso fucking hard. All over her face. A thick stream of my cum lands on her lips and cheeks.Fuck!
“Fuck! I’m sorry. I can’t st—” I keep coming.How pathetic. Fucking embarrassing.
She sucks me into her mouth, and I swear to everything, I come a second time before my first orgasm is even over. A second, stronger, wave of cum shoots out of me, and into her mouth. She hums, her eyes staring up at me as she swallows me down, unperturbed that my cum is on her face and hair. She’s my wet dream come true.
I feel the last drops of my release drip down her throat and the aftershocks of my orgasm run up my spine and down my legs.
