“Roll over,” he says. I roll onto my stomach and wait, listening to the sound of him pulling off the rest of his clothes and then he’s crawling over me. I love the heat from his body and feeling of his chest hair along my back. He kisses me all over, my cheeks, my shoulders, all the way down my back.
He moves me to my knees and his mouth is on my pussy. His licks every inch, kisses my lips open for him, sucks on my clit. His tongue pushes inside me. It feels so good. I tell him. I tell him not to stop, but he does. I whine and complain, but I know it’s just getting started.
The next thing I feel is his hips pressing against my ass and his shaft rubbing along my slit. It’s like the night before but it feels different. It feels better. He grips my hips and starts moving me back and forth, slowing until I’m moving on my own, driving myself crazy.
“That’s right,” he says. “Get me nice and wet.”I lean forward a bit, spread my legs even more. My pussy is open, clenching for him. I can almost feel him entering me from behind, feel every inch, like a phantom sensation. All he has to do is shove his way in. I start to feel myself going over. Just a few more seconds and I know I’ll come.
Shep stops my hips. He pulls away. I whine some more, but he tells me to be patient.
He slides back up the length of my body, moves his hand along my stomach then lower on my thigh to urge me to lay flat again. I feel his cock along my ass and then he’s gathering my hair in his hand, bracing himself with his other hand just beside mine in the sheets. Shep turns my head and kisses me properly.
I’m almost angry at how good he is at kissing. I could kiss him all night and be satisfied. I won’t tell him that because I really want to come. His knee slips between my thighs and nudges them apart just a little bit, leaving just enough room for his hand. His whole hand is cupping my pussy. I’m so wet I know I’m soaking all of his palm. He slides three fingers in and swirls them around just for a moment before he’s cupping me again.
“Shep,” I beg.
“Shhh. I got you.” He licks the side of my mouth. “Just hold tight, baby.” His yanks my head to the side. I let out a little yelp, but the pain just spurs me on. I need him inside of me. Shep sits back a little and his other hand is back between my legs, but it’s not enough. It’s just a tease. And then I feel his knuckles brushing over my ass. Over and over.
“Do you feel that?” he asks. I try to nod, but he’s still gripping my hair.
“Yes,” I say.
“I’m using everything I got from that dripping wet cunt of yours to jack my dick.”
My body reacts on its own. I wince because I’m so turned on at the thought of it, I try to move, but I can’t. He’s holding my hair too tight.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I say. “Please,” I beg.
“Soon,” he whispers and then he’s kissing me again.
This torture continues. I can feel his hand and his cock on my ass and at the base of my back and every few minutes he pauses to gather more of my juices from between my legs. His kisses become more frantic, more restless. He starts getting rough. I bite him, but not too hard. He bites me back, just hard enough. Then I know what’s about to happen.
“I’m about to come,” he says. His voice sounds so ragged. I close my eyes. “Fuck,” he says and then he says it again a little louder and then I feel it on my ass. The hot drops covering my skin, then the head of his cock spreading it around. He releases my hair and lets out several deep breath before he speaks again.
“I just came all over your ass. You want to see?”
“Yes,” I gasp. I turn my head and watch him as he grabs his phone. I lie there as he snaps a few pictures.
“You wanna taste it?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say even louder. I feel his fingers wiping up what they can. He covers me again with his whole body and holds the phone up in front of my face so I can see how nice my ass looks all red and painted.
“Open up.” I do and he shoves two cum covered fingers in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around, then suck them clean. He’s salty and sweet. “Next, I do it on your tits and then in your mouth. Don’t move.”
“’Kay,”I say as he hops up. I lay there and hold still as I hear the sink running in the other room. He’s back a few seconds later and I feel the warmth of a wet wash cloth smoothing over my butt. Then he gives it a hard slap, and I hear the wet sound of the washcloth landing in his hamper. He leaves the room again. He’s shutting off the lights in the kitchen. He turns off the lights in the bedroom when he comes back, then moves me to the side of the bed so he can shift the covers out from under me.
“It’s time for bed,” he says as he pulls me into his arms.
“Now?”
“Yes.”
“Can we finish?” I turn my head and look at him. His eyes are closed.
“We are finished.”
“I didn’t come yet.”
