“I know, Billy.” I roll closer to him and kiss his lips. “I know.”
We take turns kissing one another, each kiss growing more and more passionate. After several, I can’t help but reach for his shirt. Pulling it out of his belted dress pants, I run my hands up until I feel his bare skin. “I want you, Billy.”
“I want you too.”
I reach down and undo the tie of my dress and pull it open so he can see my black bra and matching panties. This is exactly what I need right now, something to take my mind off of what happened earlier.
“You’re so fucking sexy, JoJo.”
“So are you. Get naked.”
In less than a minute, he has jumped up and stripped. He’s completely naked and standing next to the bed, fully erect. Meanwhile, I’m still in my black undies and bra. “Your body is crazy beautiful,” I say without feeling one bit awkward. Why should I feel that way? His bodyisbeautiful. He’s even got the “V.” And real abs. Six of them. His entire body looks like a sculpture in an art history book.
When he slides back onto the bed, I open my legs so we can get as close as possible. Kissing me slowly and deeply, he pulls back, staring down into my eyes. “I’m going to make love to you first. Nice and slow, my sweet baby.”
Oh, I love that.My sweet baby. “At first? What are you going to do the second time?”
“Fuck you hard and fast, my dirty girl.”
My dirty girl?I love that one too. I can definitely be both of those people—at least I can for Billy. Almost shyly, I respond with, “Okay.”
Billy slowly removes my bra while kissing my lips, then moves down to my breasts. Using his tongue, he licks, suckles, and nibbles on each one. Both girls get equal attention. He’s got me writhing from that alone. When his mouth begins to move down over my soft stomach, his hands move up to continue playing with my chest. Then, I feel it. His tongue has found the motherland. “Spread those legs for me, baby.” He asked so nicely, so of course I do it. Sadly, his hands move down there too, but that’s okay. He uses his fingers to open me further. While one of his fingers enters me, he uses his tongue to bring me to the brink. One of my boyfriends used to go down on me now and then, but I know from only a few minutes of Billy that the old boyfriend knew nothing about a woman’s clit. Billy knows. His tongue swirls around it. When he sucks on it, I launch off the bed. “Oh my God, Billy.”
He doesn’t stop his work, merely mumbling down there. It’s a good feeling too. His fingers are working inside of me, in and out, and in no time, he’s got a rhythm that is driving me insane. My hips are moving right along with him. I’m so close. I clamp down on his fingers, chasing the orgasm. Chasing is a good word for it. “Almost there. Don’t stop.” I nod frantically, hoping he’s listening to me. He is because he begins to pump those fingers faster and harder while his tongue and mouth deserve Academy Awards. “Oh, hell yes!” I shout as the wave hits me. I’m pulsing and vibrating around him as he slows his fingers. “Yes,” I say tiredly. “Billy.”
When I look up, Billy is staring down at me. “Did that feel good?”
I snort and slap his upper arm. “You know it did.”
He groans, “I do,” as he slides into me. “So good.” He mutters, pulling out then back inside of me. I open my legs further so he can get as close to me as possible. I like the feel of his weight on me. I like the touch of his lips on mine, even though I can taste myself. Whispering in my ear just before he bites my lobe, he says, “You feel so good, JoJo.”
“You do too.”
He’s pumping in and out slowly. I feel a little antsy. I need…. “Billy?”
“What do you need, honey?”
“Faster?”
“Like this?” He begins to thrust faster and a little harder.
“Yeah, like that.” It’s working He’s deeper, and I can feel him everywhere. My body is covered in goose bumps. “Like that,” I repeat. “Billy,” I whimper. “I’m close again.”
He begins to move faster, a pace that doesn’t seem possible. The man is a machine. A sex machine. The thought makes me giggle.
“You think this is funny?” He thrusts harder.
“No. It’s serious. So. Damn. Serious.”
“Fuck yes, it is.” Billy stops moving, and I whine. But he’s only pausing to place my ankles on his broad shoulders. When he pushes back inside, I want to scream because he’s so deep. Keeping up the pace from before, my body begins to tighten until I let go and come hard, it makes me dizzy. With my legs limp, he holds on tight, entering me several more times. His moan, when he comes, is sexy and deep. “Shit, JoJo.”
“I know.” I’m literally gelatinous.
When he pulls out, I feel wetness and know we didn’t use a condom.
Sliding out of bed, he walks into my bathroom. When he steps back out, he’s got a washcloth in his hand.
“Uh, Billy?”
