The pleasure builds and builds, and I feel myself tightening up, my muscles straining, and I know I won't be able to hold back much longer.
"Just like that," I say, gripping his head, and he moves up and down, licking every spot that keeps pushing me over the edge.
I see our shadows dancing on the wall from the fire, and it only heightens me.
My toes start to tingle and I know I can't hold back anymore. I grip his hair tighter, grind against his face harder, and then I shatter with a scream.
My body convulses as I come against his mouth.
He doesn't stop, and he pulls every ounce of my orgasm out of me as he licks up all my wetness.
Then he lifts his head, his mouth glistening, and looks at me with such raw hunger it makes me bite my lip with lust.
He stands and slides his boxer briefs down, and I see him, all of him.
His cock is big and thick.
My eyes widen as I see precum reflecting in the light, and the desire to give him the same pleasure he just gave me overtakes me. Before I know it, I'm sliding onto my knees and wrapping my hands around his shaft.
I lean forward and kiss the precum off his tip, licking my lips to savor his salty taste.
I then take him inside my mouth, my jaw widening to take his size. My tongue glides up and down the bottom of his shaft as I suck deeper, trying to take him further into my throat.
The sounds he makes turn me on, and even though I'm so close to gagging, I try to take all of him.
He places a hand on the back of my head and guides me forward and backward as I work my mouth on his rock-hard cock. I pull back slightly and take a few deep breaths, my saliva hanging between my lips and his tip before I take him back into my throat.
His hand grips my hair and he stops me.
"Be a good girl and get on the bed," he says.
I wipe my mouth and obey him.
He climbs back onto the bed and I spread my legs wide, giving him all the access he needs.
He positions himself between my legs and angles himself so his tip is at my entrance. I tense up in anticipation of trying to take his size.
"Don't worry," he says, his voice low. "I'll go slow."
He leans down and kisses me, and I taste myself on his lips.
And then slowly, so slowly, he pushes inside.
I gasp, my body stretching to accommodate him.
At first it burns, almost painful, but it's a pain you somehow want more of.
He pauses, giving me time to adjust.
"Okay?"
"Yeah," I nod.
He pushes in deeper, inch by inch, until he's fully inside me.
I feel so full, so stretched, so completely his.
He stays still for a moment, his breathing ragged, and then he starts to move.
