"Fuck. You taste so good, Herring. So sweet," I say, hearing her breathing quicken as my tongue does, and I know I’m right where she needs me to be.
"Right there, please don’t stop," she begs me, like I ever had any intention of doing so.
Sliding one finger inside her, she gasps as she releases the bed sheet with one hand to grab a fist full of my hair, making sure my tongue doesn’t break contact with her clit. Torn on if I want to fuck her with my tongue or my hand, I decide to stay put so I can taste her on my tongue as she comes.
Her hips buck as she thrusts against my face and I can tell that she’s on the brink. She’s so close to tipping over the edge for the second time tonight, and a heavy, guttural moan escapes her.
"Please." I know she’s begging for my cock, and I chuckle.
"Not yet."
Not until you come.
Watching her through her spread legs, I pick up the pace, reaching my hand up to cup her breasts, pinching the firm peaks of her nipples, heart beat pounding under my fingertips.
Her breathing stops when her clit beats under my tongue, and her pussy strains around my fingers. Screaming my name, she grips my hair tighter.
"Fuck me, Harley," she begs one more time, her voice huskier than before as she pleads for me.
"Fine, but only because you asked so nicely." I give in, but not before I make her come against my tongue once, twice, three more times, so the sweetness of her pussy can linger.
My cock’s impatience is palpable; it’s as though he’s been held in captivity for fourteen fucking years and is ready to be unleashed.
Taking it in my right hand, I glide up and down my length to ready him for what’s about to come.
"Up," is all I have to say for her to do as she’s told, while I lay down in place of her on my bed. "I want to watch as you ride me."
She straddles me with a hunger that’s impossible to ignore, her pussy sliding down my shaft with ease. She takes a second to adjust to my size before taking control, fucking me how she begged me to fuck her.
Hard and fast.
Gripping her hips firmly, she bounces up and down on top of me, her tits moving in perfect rhythm.
Flipping her body over, she softly moans, and I take advantage of the leverage I have on her hips. With her ass up and her face buried in the duvet, her sounds muffled as I moved inside her.
"Please. Don’t. Stop. I need to come again." Her pussy drips, quivering around me, but I don’t stop.
I can’t.
I need to know that I’ve done everything in my power to please her.
"Fuck, you feel so good," I say through gritted teeth as I continue to fuck her from behind, tucking my hand underneath her to find her clit with my fingers.
She’s fucking dripping wet.
"I’m going to come," I warn her, unable to hold it any longer.
Just as the last words leave my mouth, I feel the tightness of her around my cock and I completely lose myself inside of her, taking us both over the edge at the same time.
Rapidly panting, I collapse on top of her back. She kisses my arm that’s now draped over her shoulder, both of us breathing in unison before I roll off her back, getting comfortable on the bed. She moves to rest her head on my chest.
When those hazel eyes look at me, for a brief moment, I forget where we are.
I want to stay right here, in this bubble, forever.
"I wish I didn’t have to go," she whispers, bringing my black sheet over her bare chest.
Tracing my torso with her fingers, she runs them across the scar that’s had seven years to heal, yet I still wince as if the pain is raw, and I hope she doesn’t ask about it.
