Warmth spreads inside me. Before I can read into it, her lips have found mine, drugging kisses that have the power to unlock my most restricted secrets. Minnie taking what she wants has to be in the top three sexiest things she does, right up there with losing control when she comes, and the way she looks in her glasses first thing in the morning.
I grab her waist and roll her on top of me. I want more than she can give. More weight, more touch, more everything. My fingers thread through her hair and hold her to me while I devour her like a man starved.
‘You know how you can reward me even more?’ I say when we come up for air.
‘Hm?’ She’s half in a daze. Good. I’ve got big plans and they don’t involve her being stuck in her head.
‘Sit on my face.’ I grin like the shameless pest I am. ‘Please.’
She blinks and the daze clears. I can see her weighing it up in her head. ‘Ok, but clothed boys don’t get fed.’
Well well well, look who’s got a filthy mouth. She wouldn’t have agreed to this so quickly a month ago. Progress, innit.
I sit up with her in my lap and in between kisses, we remove my clothes together. When I’m more naked than she is, I lie back. Like she’s mounting a bucking bronco that could start at any second, she gingerly lifts a leg over me. I’d find it funny if I wasn’t so horny.
‘I feel exposed,’ she moans.
‘That’s because you’re hovering a foot above my face.’
‘I don’t want to suffocate you.’
‘Pleasesuffocate me.’
‘Asphyxiation isn’t a joke, Jack.’
Stop it with all this dirty talk. I seize her thighs and drag them down so she’s properly straddling my face.
‘Jack!’ she squeals, but I’ve already started, my tongue pushing inside her of its own volition, outrageously excited to taste her completion. I never knew a girl could taste this delicious. It’s a wonder I want to eat anything else.
The headboard clangs as she grasps it. Her weight eases little by little and it takes my tired brain longer than it should to realise she’s trying to support herself by hanging onto the railing. I grab her legs and yank her back down, holding them against me like binds.
I use my tongue, my lips, my nose, my face, anything at my disposal, and soon she’s rocking back and forth. I wish I could see her riding me, but the view from down here isn’t too shabby either. Her hoarse groans aren’t staged – they’re feral, and do more for me than any of those pornstar noises she used to make. All thoughts of suffocation or feeling self-conscious are long forgotten. My girl’s not thinking anymore.
Release grips her suddenly, milking my face through every shockwave, chasing her orgasm until it fades to nothing. As she gets down, her cream’s all over me and I lick my lips stretched in the biggest beam. ‘That was fucking incredible,’ I breathe, pushing my hair back.
She lets out a self-conscious giggle and hides her face in her hands.
I drag them away. ‘You’re a rock star, Minnie Roberts. I nearly spilled over the sheets.’
She looks at me for a long moment, her expression somewhere between satisfied and ashamed. She’s getting less insecure every time, but we’re not there yet.
‘I made you all dirty,’ she mumbles, trying to wipe my face but I grab her hand and nuzzle against her chest.
‘You can make me dirty any time you like.’ And with that I kiss her. I want her to taste herself on me, how sweet and salty her pussy is. She softens, pulling me to her so possessively my cock jumps.
I drag her into my lap. The kiss deepens, and I almost lose it feeling the liquid heat of her exposed centre resting right where I want it. It’s literally wide open. Her tongue laves over my cheeks, my chin, my nose, lapping up her own taste. Her hands delve down, reaching for me, but tonight is all about Minnie. I flip her on her back and her confusion is adorably sexy.
In my eternal quest to get her to come on my dick, I’ve tried almost everything (except resorting to vibrators which are an absolute last resort because they’re peak laziness). I’ve tried different positions; letting her lead from start to finish; touching her almost to breaking point then shoving my cock in; flipping her unexpectedly so she comes before she knows she’s doing it; purposefully not letting her come to push her to new heights; squeezing my little finger up her back end when she’s almost there.
She can do it. She’s beentantalisinglyclose numerous times. I’ve never backed down from a challenge and I’m not starting now. She will orgasm on my dick, and I will celebrate like a loser. I’ve boiled it down to a combination of her getting out of her head, and something more. I have a theory about what that something more is. An inkling, if you will.
She reaches for my bedside table. ‘I’ll get the con?—’
‘Wait,’ I say. ‘We, erm… don’t have to use a condom. From my side.’
She’s looking at me like I just declared I enjoy knitting. ‘Did you grow a vagina when I wasn’t looking?’
‘I’m serious. I’m not sleeping with anyone else. I’m clean too. My mate got genital warts once and I’ve been paranoid about testing ever since. You should’veseenhis— Never mind.’ Not the point. The point is: she knows I know she’s on the pill, so it’s not risky from a mini Minnies and mini Jacks perspective. ‘We don’t have to. I didn’t meanyoushouldn’t sleep with anyone else either. You can sleep with whoever you want, it’s nothing on me, but you just… don’t have to worry about me.’ Jesus, I’m babbling. Why am I sweating?
