He works it in circles, easing the tension from my walls and my shoulders.
“You wanna know something?” He kisses my lobe, crooking his finger.
I nod, choking on a moan.
“When I asked if I could have you, I meant like on some forever type shit.”
“Me too.” I gasp as he pushes his finger further than my little one has ever gone.
It’s a snug fit, and he reminds me by cursing under his breath. In bed he’s like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. The unpredictability keeps me clawing at his hair.
“Prove it,” he says, pulling my nipple into his mouth. “Show me forever.”
Forever goes good with the flick of his thumb against my clit. It makes me suck in deeplongbreaths while he laughs.
I gasp. “How the fuck I do that?”
He curls his tongue around my nipple. “I don’t know. You the one agreeing and shit.”
“Aso—ahh.” It was his thumb again.
“I want forever,” he sings. “I’m wait—”
“Put another one in.” I thrust my hips up and spread my legs wider, like he keeps coaching me to do.
“There you go, baby.”
His words are gentle, nurturing and calm and remind me why I’m so obsessed with him.
“You still can’t have my dick though.” He laughs, nudging another finger inside me, and sliding down my body.
Having any part of him inside me makes me think of irrational shit like how his dick might feel plunging inside of me.That’sthe forever I want.
“But...” I gurgle out.
“I think your eyes are bigger than your stomach.” He smiles from between my legs. “You better start listening to me.”
I don’t have a chance to dissect another one of his sexual innuendos before his tongue thrashes against my clit and his fingers stroke in and out of me in smooth, twisting motions. The sudden build up of warmth between my legs makes my nerves tingle with satisfied sighs. Words fall out of my mouth that I don’t know the meaning of. In between them, I call Ace a jumble of something that makes him push his heavy tongue against me harder and my legs clamp around his head. I’m cumming, but I can’t mold the words in my mouth to tell the world, so Ace helps me along the wild, rolling waves of pleasure.
“Shhh...you want everybody to hear what you call me? That’s for my ears only,” he hisses, nudging his other fingers in my mouth. “Open up and give me my pussy, baby. You can’t take it away—not yet. You said I could have you forever, remember?”
I can’t even appreciate his outright nastiness for the first time because I’m too busy suckling on his fingers and rocking my hips against his face to soothe the aftermath of the trip he took my body on.
I squeeze my eyes together and wait for the post-orgasm shame to wash over my body from the words we exchanged and the places he saw that no other boy has.
He pulls his fingers from my mouth. “Lourdes?”
“Ye—yeah?”
“Tell me how you feel.”
Somehow there’s a difference between that and, “are you okay?”
I tap my tongue against the roof of my mouth and squirm as he pulls his fingers out of me. I miss them already.
“I feel drunk again.”
When I peel my eyes open, he’s kneeling between my legs with his fingers in his mouth and his abs contracting with the heavy breaths he’s pushing out. He’s breathing like he’s the one that came.
