I want them off.
I want to begettingoff.
I want to be past the chorus, onto verse four, putting ad libs over the bridge,forfucksake.
Despite my whimpers and whines and wordless complaints to speed everything up – after all we are on a ticking clock – Jukes maintains his even temper demeanor.
His devotion to me.
Pleasing me.
Feeling me.
Exploring each and every curve the second it becomes exposed to the same unhurried pace that his tongue is subduing mine.
And the more impatient I become, the louder I moan and scratch and claw at his biceps.
Clumsily help him rip off his shirt.
Palm his hips and perfect plump ass I knew from the jump wasn’t all padding.
He groans in long stretches, serenading me in the most primitive fashion, greedily gripping a fistful of my hair at the same time he kisses me harder.
Blocks the desire to breathe.
Shoots away the need.
Stops every ounce of logic from reaching my brain until all that I am is a trembling, breathless, soaking wet, mess of a woman.
Aggressively pushing his naked frame onto the couch barely precedes me promptly returning to his lap where I brazenly grip his cock with one hand and brace the other one on his shoulder.
Whatever words Jukes anxiously wants to say during my slow descent are swiftly line changed for an airy, “FuckkkkkkGilly.”
Allowing my underworked muscles the opportunity to gradually stretch is meant to be responsible, not torturesome.
Avoid a bit of soreness, not shove me to the edge of a climax already.
No.
I can’t just start coming like I’m some sort of TV virgin about to have the most magical sex of her life.
I’m a grown ass woman.
I should be able to last more than one stroke without jumping onto the O-Town express.
ButGoddddddddI don’t want to.
Not when I’m this wet.
And he’s this hard.
And every inch of his dick can be felt in my deepest depths.
Jukes gracelessly rests his forehead against mine at the same he purrs, “You feel so fucking good, Slayer.”
The term as much as the heat of his breath has my drenched muscles swelling.
Preparing to put up the first points of the night.
