He responds with a growl against my sensitive flesh and continues his assault on my senses. I need to strengthen my grip on him to stay upright as my legs start to buckle. Instead of deterring him, my quaking body makes him double down. He tugs my clit between his lips, flicking it feverishly with the tip of his tongue and sucking it like a wild beast.
My breathing accelerates until I’m nothing but a writhing mess of pleasure and raspy sounds. I have no clue how I’m still standing. Most likely, I’m levitating.
One second, I’m on earth, and the next, I’m spiraling into the abyss. Tremors rock my body, and my pussy spasms, locking his fingers deep inside me. My climax greets me in the clouds, showing me the end of the universe and beyond.
A slew of unintelligible words crescendos out of my mouth. I seem to have lost the ability to silence or interpret them. For all I know, I might be cussing, screeching, or translating hieroglyphics into Spanish.
“Just like that,” Reed enthusiastically lauds me between licks and nibbles. “Fuck yes, cookie.” One last pump of his fingers before he pulls them out.
His movements turn languid as I steadily return from my journey around the sun. After one last long lick, he breathes his praise over my quivering flesh. “Good girl. You taste so damn sweet.”
When I become oversensitive, I jerk away from his devilish mouth. Instead of releasing me fully, he helps me steady myself as I lower my leg to the floor.
He’s so dang sweet.
That orgasm launched out of me so fast I didn’t even have time to worry that I’d squirt all over his face, which is a relief because the panic would have no doubt swept the pleasure away.
Reed slides toward the middle of the couch, grabbing my hand to pull me with him. Thankfully, my legs keep me upright.
My gaze falls to Reed’s lap and his rigid cock, where it stands proudly. I wonder how much I can fit in my mouth.
He demands my attention with this bossy velvet tone, all rasp and wanton desire. “Get back on my lap, cookie.”
Although my body moves onto him via autopilot, I can’t help but wonder if I’m missing out on a tremendous blow job opportunity. He’s so horned up, he won’t notice if I’m terrible at it.
I’m tempted to tell him Iwantto reciprocate, but as soon as I’m on his lap, he slams his lips on mine. In the same feral way he attacked my pussy, he consumes my mouth. I forgot how much I like kissing him after he’s brought me to climax on his tongue. It’s illicit and a bit naughty.
His hands work their way under my shirt, skimming up my back before coming to the front to fondle my breasts.He quickly loses his patience with my shirt, tugging it up by the hem. “Get this thing the fuck off. I want your tits in my mouth when you ride me.”
Only an idiot would say no to that offer. I can already feel my next orgasm brewing.
I remove my shirt at lightning speed, as if his dirty words hit my fast-forward button. He beats me to my bra clasp, wrapping his strong arms around me. His eyes double in size as he staresat my bare chest, looking back and forth like he can’t decide which one to play with first. As if my chest is a menu.
And for the gentleman, perhaps an overflowing Double D that borders on E cup.
That annoying voice of self-doubt says I should cover up. However, the desire etched into his face and the way he licks his lips as he studies me cut through in a much louder volume.
Why do I want to conceal a body that he’s so painfully frantic to see and touch?
I only come up with one possible reason—it’s a desire to hide from myself. Not from him.
Oof.That hits a bit too hard. If I linger any longer on those types of thoughts, I’ll end up crying and not from pleasure.
In the next breath, I easily forget my insecurities. Reed sucks my right nipple into his mouth, shooting arousal through my entire body. Guess he finally made his selection.
As he thrashes his tongue over my stiffening bud, my pussy aches to be filled. The need to have him inside me builds until it’s unbearable. Dragging my clit over his erection while he works me into a frenzy is heavenly. But Ineedmore.
Taking what I want, I encircle the base of his cock and position him at my entrance. He pops his slick lips off my breast, gazing down our bodies to where we’re joining. His jaw sags, and his eyes dance like he can’t get enough of how it looks to disappear inside me.
Unfortunately, I can’t get a good view over my breasts and rounded belly. Instead, I watch his awe-filled expression as I bring him deeper into my body, one inch at a time.
His brows draw in tight, and his upper lip curls as if he’s holding back from slamming his hips. He’s mesmerizing. Turns out, I have the better view.
Watching this pleasure overtake him iseverything.
Too desperate to draw this out, I sink down on him quickly. When he bottoms out inside me, my head falls back as a moan unleashes from the depths of my chest. I adjust the position of my knees on the couch, and he slips in an inch farther. Maybe two.
Okay,nowhe’s bottomed out. Earlier was a false alarm.
