Not letting you go.
Not going anywhere. Ever.
“Please,” I begged. “Please don’t stop.”
I never wanted him to halt the movements down below as I spread my legs as far as I could. Held my knees up to my head as his hands gripped my hips and shoved me further down the bed. Off the pillows. My arse full up in the air.
And then he added…a prodding finger.
Maybe I died in that moment. Every single little file memorised in my personal spank bank flew out the window. Everything I thought I knew about myself. Gone.
Because it was him. And it was his finger and his mouth and his wetness that made me shiver. It was him causing my dick to dribble a tiny slick of wet onto my chest. Because my dick was right in front of me, and I was still wearing my glasses. I could see it. I could see…everything.
“You good?” he questioned, his flushed face popping up. Wetness…everywhere. Like he was just covered in me.
“More,” I slurred.
“So greedy.” He smiled.
“Fuck.”
“Yes, sir!” He grinned.
His finger…sank all the way in. Moving. Twisting. Finding…
“Let me know if I find a good spot,” he asked, then let his tongue trace around his digit. The stretched skin lapping him up, every touch seemingly too much as my breath kept going all funny. Like I couldn’t breathe…and then had too much air in my lungs. My skin too hot. Yet my skin was prickled with chills.
And then?
“Fuck!” I roared.
It was just a small touch, but his head popped up and he smiled like he’d suddenly won at…everything.
“Yes!” He gasped. Then he did it again as my body squirmed and rolled to the side. I lost the grip on one leg, and he caught it mid-air. Gave it back to me, and then…
Then he really went to work. His mouth and his fingers and that tongue on him, and my dick was right in my face and…
Fuck.
“Can you lick it?” he asked. I hadn’t even noticed him there. Too close. His tongue reaching out and giving my dick a little…lick.
I was too shell-shocked to know what to do. But he just smiled. Lapped another line along the shaft.
“If you reach out, really reach. Can you lick yourself?”
“Fuck you,” I panted out.
“You’re really flexible. Curled into a fucking pretzel.”
“Babe,” I panted.
“Do it. I want to see it.”
“I’ll come,” I warned. “This is not funny.”
“Oh yes, it is.”
He pushed my back further up, and then he reached in. That wet, filthy mouth on him right in my face. He kissed me. The smell of…me. And him. And everything this was filling me up with everything I failed to find words for. Our tongues tangled and our mouths fused. My hand now around my cock as I jerked erratically somewhere under my chin.
