I grinned. “Please can I touch your pussy?”
She knelt and pulled the dress up to her waist. She was bare underneath, no panties, no hair, just her arousal glistening.
“Does that mean I can, or am I just allowed to look?”
“You can touch. But you have to make me come. Do you know how to do that?”
I wanted to flip her on her back and push my cock straight into her, make her orgasm around me and I was pretty sure she wouldn’t complain if I did. “I do. Will you take your dress off for me?”
She pulled it over her head and tossed it to the side leaving her naked in my lap. I didn’t touch for a moment, just looked and looked. “You’re fucking gorgeous. I think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
For the first time, she didn’t argue or contradict me. Instead, she took one of my hands and guided it between her legs, putting my fingers at the opening of her slit. She was dripping wet and the very thought of pushing a finger in there was almost enough to make me come like a teenager. I teased, more to try to control myself than anything. “I can smell you,” I told her, looking in her eyes, needing that connection. “Can I taste you?”
I flicked her clit with a finger and felt her shudder. “Yes.”
Not something I needed permission for twice. I lay down and shuffled until her hot centre was above my face, guiding her pussy down on to my mouth, holding her hips. Her head was dropped to watch me as I started by sucking on her clit, then licking from back to front, one of my hands clutching her ass, my little finger nearing her puckered hole. I touched there and felt her jerk, but she said nothing, nor did she try to move, other than to encourage my tongue to roam again. “You taste like salted caramel,” I said and she laughed. I licked again, harder and then sucked, repeating the action until it became a rhythm, her hips shifting in time and my little finger pressing slightly into her ass, her own wetness lubrication.
Looking up, I could see her playing with her tits, pinching her nipples and my mind went to the nipple clamps she hadn’t found when she was rummaging through my stuff. I was pretty sure she’d like them. I sucked hard on her clit and she broke about me, my face flooded with her juices, her moans loud in the still air.
“Fuck,” she said as she stilled, her breathing erratic. “Your face…”
I shifted up and sat, her hands going to my jeans and undoing them, pushing them down. I hitched my hips so she could free my cock, which by now had swollen hard. “What about my face?” I kissed her tits.
“It’s got me all over it.” She relaxed her legs so my cock brushed the entrance to her pussy.
“Do you want you to be all over something else?” I said, pinching her nipples a little harder than I had before.
“I want to fuck you,” she said. “And I want you to come in me. Like you did on Sunday and Monday morning. I still had your semen coming out of me on Wednesday.”
And damn if that didn’t make me even harder.
“You going to sit on my cock, Payton?”
She grasped its base and guided it into her, inch by inch. I watched as I disappeared inside her, how she stretched to accommodate me, how her nipples went harder.
“Am I filling you, baby?”
She nodded, her mouth open in a tight circle. I wanted to fuck her mouth soon and then come on her, mark her as mine in some way at least.
“How does my cock feel? Is it good?” I was all the way in now and even in the moonlight I could see her flush, the redness of her chest and cheeks.
“It feels amazing,” she said, breathless. “Help me move.”
I grinned and held her hips, pulling her up and starting to move my hips. She was almost immobile, clutching onto my shoulders, arching her back so I could suckle a nipple. I felt her muscles contract around me and I bit sharply. She screamed my name as she came and I really hoped that her parents had their window closed.
“Can I fuck you now, Payton?” I slowed my rhythm, about to fill her with my come and wanting to make it last as long as possible.
She nodded, her hands gripping my shoulders. I lifted her onto her back, keeping my cock inside her still pulsing pussy and moved her legs over my shoulders. “Does this feel good? It needs to feel good. I’m deep in you.”
“Feels. Like. Heaven.” Her eyes stayed locked on mine and I began to move, deep in and then almost all the way out, slowly at first. I wasn’t going to last long and I wanted to try and make her come again before I did, although I knew I was pretty much going to have to carry her back to the house. I changed my angle to hit the spot just inside her and upped the rhythm, her moans becoming deeper.
“I’m going to… I don’t know what I’m going to… Fuck…” She started to spasm and jerk and I thrust in her harder and deeper, feeling my balls tighten. My hands went to hers, our fingers intertwining as I came deep and hard, filling her up, groaning her name.
I held her against me, the grass cool against my skin, my jeans and underwear somewhere around my ankles but I didn’t care. She clung onto me as if I was life raft and she was drowning. “You okay?” I said, kissing her softly. “I’ve not hurt you?”
She shook her head slightly. “No. I’ll be sore again. You’re on the big side and I’m not used to you yet.”
I liked theyet. It meant there would be more.
