Then I slide a hand into his hair, knee-walk forward, and sit on his face.
“Ohfuck,” he manages to say before his eyes close and his arms wrap around my thighs, tugging me down. I’ve still got the panties on, and I can feel his warmth soaking through them, his tongue and lips at the edges of the fabric, his teeth dulled. It’s all I can do not to grind against his face. I press my forehead against the headboard of my bed, gasping and swearing.
“Madeline,” he says after I don’t know how long.
“Sorry,” I pant. “Are you?—”
“Fuck my face. I can take it.”
It takes me a second to process, but then I swallow hard and move my thumb to stroke his cheekbone. He’s staring up at me, his hair fanned around his head, face in the V of my thighs.
“You sure?” I ask. “I don’t want to get too rough with your pretty face.”
His eyes go wider and his breath catches, hands even tighter where he’s holding on to my thighs.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” he rasps out.
The look on his face makes me feel drunk or high or something, and I slide my fingers over my lace-covered clit, right in front of his face.
“You want these off?”
He looks up at me, a smile playing around his lips.
“Yes, please,” he says.
There’s definitely a market for panties that can be removed without having to get off your lover’s face, because nearly kneeing Javi in the temple isn’t my sexiest move. I don’t think it matters, though, because when I sit on his face again, he moans loud enough that my neighbors can probably hear.
I forget about trying not to suffocate him. I forget about pretty much everything that isn’t my clit in his mouth or his hands still wrapped around my thighs. I’ve got one arm against the headboard and one in his hair, grinding against his face, swearing and moaning.
I come fast and hard and loud, my whole body jolting with every stroke of his tongue, and Javi keeps going until I pull his hair harder and gasp “Stop, stop, too much,” and he lets me push back enough to sit on his chest. He looks me in the eye and licks his lips.
“You okay?”
“Are you kidding? I’mgreat,” he says, sliding his hands up my thighs and stroking over my hips. “You wanna go again?”
I shake my head and reach behind myself, groping for his dick. I wonder if I could put a condom on him like?—
“Don’t,” he says and grabs my forearm. I freeze. “I, uh, need a minute.”
Then heblushes, and I’m going to die.
“You almost came?” I ask, because my brain is still a little orgasm-foggy. “Because I sat on your face?”
He blushes harder. I amtransfixed.
“Did you hear yourself?” he says a little helplessly. “The noises you made. Jesus.”
I scoot back a bit further and lean down, our mouths nearly together.
“Is this gonna make you come?” I ask, teasing.
“One way to find out,” he says and kisses me. I can taste myself, and he makes a little noise, and it gets harder and dirtier from there.
“You good now?” I ask when I pull back, still leaning over him. Javi grins and lightly smacks my ass in answer. I grab a condom and a vibrator from my drawer, and then he pushes me off and we lie side by side. At some point, my bra came off. Javi tries to roll me onto my back, but instead I shove him back and straddle his hips.
“Your ankle,” I say, like that’s an explanation, line myself up, and slide onto his cock. His head goes back, his eyes close on a low groan. His hands grip my thighs so hard it might bruise. Fuck, I hope it bruises.
“God, fuck, okay,” he bites out, chest heaving. I grind against him, slowly, and have to bite my lip. His eyes come open. “I forgot how good you look like that.”
