She’s unable to keep from going cross-eyed just as her orgasm hits.
Instantly, I rip my mouth away, and, while keeping my fingers steadily pumping, I land a succession of quick, firm slaps right over her clit.
Her mouth drops wide open with a sharp squeal, her hips jumping. “Fuck, oh my God, I’m coming, baby, I’m coming!”
She throws her head back before her spine bows completely off the bed, erupting with a scream. A jet of clear liquid shoots from her pussyonto my face, prompting me to lean closer, open my mouth, and stick out my tongue with an eager whine. Her hips shoot off the bed from the power of her orgasm, forcing me to pin her down with my elbow so I’m able to continue slapping her clit and pumping my fingers with my other hand. Spurts of cum gush out of her like a fountain, splattering across my tongue, chin, and cheeks.
I’m fucking high off it, and it shoots straight to my cock. Pure excitement takes over my body until I’m whimpering and undulating against the air like a fucking dog as she feeds me, but I can’t find it in myself to give a fuck when she’s creating a goddamn masterpiece across my face.
Soon, the excitement peaks, causing my dick to seize with euphoria. The orgasm takes me by surprise, having never been so worked up that I come without physical stimulation before.
“Ah! Fuck, Rev,fuck, you’re making me come,” I bark hoarsely, an edge of disbelief to my tone as I once again fight to keep my vision straight. Cum leaks onto my leg, and thunderous tremors rack my body.
My moans grow louder, and my hips stutter while my cock contracts almost to the point of pain. Still, it fails to distract me from her, caring for nothing else but her spitting pussy.
After several long, drawn-out moments, she collapses onto the bed with a tortured wail, her bones completely melting. I’m fucking drunk on her, withdrawing my soaked fingers and sucking on them with frenzied, eager whimpers so as not to waste a single drop.
Meanwhile, little mewls leak from her throat. She either has violent aftershocks, or she’s having a seizure. Either way, she’s sobbing into her hands, and I’m torn between crawling up on the bed to soothe her and shoving my tongue back into her hole to lick her clean.
I spare her one more second of consideration before I dive back in.
She squeals and weakly pushes at my head, but I’m too mindless to care. I shove my tongue inside her and collect as much of her cum as I physically can, once more drinking down everything she has to offer.
All the while, she pleads through sobs, her chest jumping from the force.
Still, I don’t stop. Ican’tstop.
I lick and suck with a single-minded focus, lapping up her release as desperate little whines leak from my throat.
I pay no heed to the words she’s screaming right before her bodystiffens again and her cries silence abruptly. Several seconds later, her upper half comes flying off the bed again, and her knees snap around my head, cradling me against her as she comes for a third time.
It’s almost impossible to keep her still while her thighs try to force me out, but I resist until I’ve drained her of every last drop, my saliva the only thing left.
When I retreat, she instantly curls up on her side and tucks her knees into her chest. She trembles so hard, her teeth chatter.
Only then do I use my joggers to wipe up the small pool of cum on my leg from my second release. Then, I pull them up and climb onto the bed beside her. I gather her into my arms and say nothing, basking in the taste lingering on my tongue and the wetness dripping down my face and neck, soaking my hoodie.
She hiccups, and I hold her tighter.
“Shhh,” I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to her sweaty forehead.
Crooking my pointer finger beneath her chin, I gently lift it until I’m able to capture her lips with mine, setting off a low hum of electricity between us that makes me dizzy. Her hand fists my hoodie, as if she, too, needs something to ground her. The taste of my cum on her tongue mixes with the taste of hers on mine. And while the kiss is slow, it’s also deep, and the intimacy and passion of it is jarring. I refuse to think too hard about it, and instead, I just focus on the addictive feel of her soft lips lazily moving against mine.
I don’t think about what I’m doing as I feel for my phone in my pocket and slip it out for the third time. It takes half a second to peek open an eye and swipe up the camera icon from the lock screen. Aiming it at our faces, I close my eye and deepen the kiss just as I snap a picture. I keep tapping the screen, taking a multitude of pictures while we make out, the kiss languid yet sensual.
If she notices, she does nothing to stop me.
In fact, it only seems to grow in intensity. Our breathing becomes shaky and erratic, and my teeth nip at her while she taunts me with her tongue, reminding me just how skilled she is at using it.
Something indescribable and acute fills my chest, and I’m overcome with the overpowering urge to get even closer to her, to mold myself into her, to crawl inside her until there is no end, no beginning between us.
And that scares the fuck out of me.
With a groan, I rip myself away just as I drop my hand and tuck the phone away. Our breathing is heavy as I place a few more quick kisses on her lips and then cup the back of her head, tucking it beneath my chin, desperately needing a breather from the moment.
I can admit, I had zero intention of it ending this way, which only proves she quite literally makes me lose my mind.
She’s dangerous, and that alone should convince me to save myself and run, to settle back into my hatred and resentment for her, where I’ve long since grown comfortable.
