My cock jerks, pleasure mounting at the base of my spine. My hips thrust shallowly, wanting friction but not finding it. My balls are heavy, my cock leaking all over my abdomen. Fucking hell, this is so fucking hot.
I moan into her, sending the vibrations through her pussy, devouring her, loving every bit of this and not wanting it to end.
“Rhys, it feels so good, fuck. Yes! Yes! Aaah!” Then she comes, and it’s a fucking sight to behold. Her legs shake around my head, her stomach tightening, the tight little clit in my mouth swelling. Her eyes fall closed as she shakes, her body slumping forward and grabbing the headboard for support. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m a fucking goner.
She rides me through it, taking every bit of her pleasure. My cock throbs, jerking, and then I feel it. My orgasm hits from outof nowhere, jets of cum spilling from my tip and splashing on my stomach. My fingers dig into the flesh of her hips, moaning into her center as I ride the wave. I’ve never fucking come without stimulation. Minus a few wet dreams as a teenager.
Holy fucking shit.
When Bristol is spent, she looks down at me, her eyes heavy, and that post-orgasm haze looking so damn dreamy on her. She lifts herself off my face, pulling her leg off me and flopping down next to me. It takes her about two seconds before she sees my softening cock and the mess on my stomach.
“Oh fuck, Rhys, you . . .”
“If you have any doubts about how fucking sexy that just was, the proof of it is right there, baby. You’re so fucking hot. You’ll be fucking my face as often as possible from now on.”
Her eyes go molten as she stares at the mess of pearly white cum. Her chest starts to rise and fall harder; her bottom lip is pinched between her teeth.
“Fuck.”
God, she’s sexy when she cusses. Bristol gets up, sliding down the bed so she’s sitting on her knees facing me. Then she surprises the living shit out of me by swiping two of her fingers through my cum, meeting my eyes as she sticks them in her mouth, sucking them clean. My mouth falls open, my heart stuttering in my chest.
“Oh, fuck, you little minx. That’s so fucking sexy.”
“Yeah?” She drags her fingers through the sticky white mess again, this time bringing them up to her nipples and swirling it around the buds. My breathing comes in quick pants as I watchher paint herself with my cum—marking herself with my fucking seed.
“Oh, fuck yes, baby. Just like that.” She never breaks eye contact with me, just cleans up the mess like such a good fucking girl, rubbing it into her nipples and licking it off her fingers.
When I’ve had enough watching, I sit up quickly, wrapping my arms around her waist, my face finding her sexy, coated breasts. I look up at her as I use the flat of my tongue to lick over a taut nipple before sucking it into my mouth. Bristol’s eyes go wide, her soft, shocked little moan turning me on further. The taste of my cum doesn’t bother me; if it’s good enough for her, it’s good enough for me, and that shocked, sexy expression on her face was well worth it.
I kiss up her chest, sitting up on my knees, threading my hands through her long hair and tilting her head to the side. Then my mouth is on hers. I kiss her like I’m starving for it, because I am. I can’t get close enough, and the way her hands are gripping at my arms, my shoulders, my chest, I know she’s feeling the same way.
I scoop her up, laying her down on her back, dropping a quick kiss to her nose.
“Need to get a condom out of my wallet, baby, hold on. Don’t move.”
Bristol lies pliant, waiting for me, her breathing rapid, her mouth slightly open as she watches me. I quickly pull out my wallet, snagging the condom and returning to her. My knees dip into the mattress as she spreads her legs wide, letting me kneel between them. My cock is already stiff, ready to go for round two.
My eyes roam her body, and I’m damn near stunned speechless.
“You’re so beautiful, Bristol.”
She smiles up at me, so innocent, so sweet and kind. Then she sits up, taking the condom from my hands and opening it with her teeth, pulling out the lubricated latex and looking up at me for permission.
“Please, baby. Get it on me so I can feel your pussy wrapped around me,” I beg.
Her soft hands stroke my cock a few times, twisting at the head where a bead of precum sits waiting for her. She leans forward, licking it up, before starting the process of rolling the condom down my length. I’ve never had a partner put the condom on for me, and it has me practically losing my mind all over again.
Once she’s done, I pull at the tip, making sure there’s enough room for the massive load she’s about to pull from me. I’m not taking any chances until we get settled and can have proper conversations about no protection and babies.
Bristol leans back on her elbows, looking up at me with anticipation and longing that I can’t get enough of. Is this woman really mine? Wholly? Fuck. Being given her heart is a heady responsibility. One that I’m going to treat like fragile glass until my very last breath.
“You ready for me, baby?”
“Fill me up, Rhys. Let me feel you inside me.”
“Fuck, woman,” I growl as I drop down on top of her. I line up my hard dick with her center, swiping back and forth several times to coat the top of the condom with her cum. Then I’mpressing inside. I enter her slowly, wanting her to feel every single inch as she takes all of me.
I cradle her head between my palms, staring into her eyes as I reach my hilt, her pussy walls clenching against my girth.
