He teases my clit with his tongue. Moves back to my pussy and plays around the entrance. Scratches my skin gently with his beard. Holds me open with his hands.
I was turned on from the beginning, and soon I’m close to coming, clutching the shelf and arching my back as I moan and gasp through the pleasure.
When he moves back to my clit and sucks it hard, I come apart completely, unable to keep my hips still as I ride out the spasms of release.
I thought he would be done then, but he’s not. He keeps working his lips and tongue until I’ve come one more time, this time so intensely I choke on a loud exclamation of, “Fuck, oh fuck, ohfuck!”
He’s laughing soft and hoarse as he helps me move off his face and down his body until I’m straddling his middle again.
“You sound way too smug,” I tell him. “What’s so funny?”
“That second time, you sounded surprised. You didn’t think I had it in me to get you off twice, did you?”
“Honestly, no.” I’m smiling back at him as I lift my hips so I can line myself up over his hard cock. He’s reached down to hold it upright. “But I wasn’t casting aspersions on you. I just usually don’t come more than once.”
“I’d like to say I’m just exceptionally talented, but I think it’s more that we’re in sync somehow.” He pauses briefly before he adds, “You feel it too, don’t you?”
I lower my pelvis, sheathing his cock in my pussy. He’s on the large side of normal, so he fills me, stretches me. I’m gasping as I admit, “I feel it too.”
He’s gripping handfuls of my ass, and he’s shifting tensely beneath me. His jaw muscles are rippling from the effort he’s making to hold himself still. “Y’okay?”
“Yeah.” I roll my hips slightly, and he groans in response. “Yeah, I think I’m good.”
“We’re gonna get rid of that ‘I think’ before we get goin’.”
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
Who the fuck is this guy, and how can he be so considerate—even with his dick all the way inside me?
I breathe out deeply and intentionally relax my body until my pussy has softened around the penetration. “I’m good,” I tell him. “I’m really good.”
He smiles up at me as I start to ride him. He pumps his hips in response and is soon matching my rhythm.
He’s pretty far gone, so it doesn’t surprise me that he’s immediately into it, fucking me from below with fast, urgent thrusts. What does surprise me is that the momentum of desire rises up in me again as we move together. Soon I’m every bit as eager as he is. Together, we’re so energetic that the bed platform whines.
I’m worried about leaning down to brace myself on his shoulders, so I brace myself on the window and shelf instead, working my thigh muscles to intensify the friction and satisfy the deep need that has awakened inside me again.
“Fuck, Kat. Fuck, baby. Fuck, you’re so… you’re so…” He’s all in, his body rocking beneath me and his fingers digging into the soft flesh at my hips.
“I’m what?” I manage to ask beneath my little grunts of effort and pleasure.
“You’re so good. So good. Fuck, nothin’s ever felt better than this.”
I don’t know if he means it or not. He’s on the edge of coming now, and he’s added a roll of his hips to every thrust. His features are twisting from everything he’s feeling. Men will often say all kinds of things in this moment that don’t mean anything to the rest of their lives.
But the words matter to me anyway. I reach down to rub my clit and then let out a strangled cry as my pussy starts clenching around Micah’s cock.
I’m still shaking through my orgasm when Micah falls out of rhythm, muttering hoarsely, “Yes, Kat, yes!”
At the last moment, he pulls up my hips and yanks himself out. I move back so I don’t accidentally get hit with his semen too close to my pussy.
He comes all over my chest, his eyes watching the spurts on my skin with a hot entitlement I can’t help but like.
I don’t know why I like it, but I do.
We hold the position for a minute. Then we both let out our breaths at the same time, smiling at each other. I climb off the bed and grab a hand towel to clean his semen off my chest. Then I clean off his cock with the same towel.
