She’s struggling to keep her eyes open to watch me, but I can’t take mine off her. She’s so fucking beautiful, her tits bouncing around, her curves on full display, and knowing they are all mine? Somehow, I have turned into this possessive person. I don’t want to share my girl with anyone else.
I slide the strap in and out of her body, listening to the wet sounds it makes. Her pussy is leaking more as I fuck her. She’s gripping the sheets, moaning and gasping. Her breathing starts to pick up and I can tell she’s close.
As much as I think about pulling out and teasing her again, I decide to be nice and let her cum. Watching her face as her breathing quickens and her cheeks redden. Her thighs begin toshake, and I make sure I don’t change the pace. Brushing my thumb across her clit, Cari comes screaming my name.
“OH MY GOD! MAX! MAX!”
Our neighbors three blocks away can probably hear her, but I don’t care. It’s too fucking hot to see her come undone like that.
I pull out as she bats the strap away, her eyes closed and struggling to catch her breath. I go to the kitchen, grab her a glass of water and bring it to her. Sitting up, she drinks the whole thing, and I place the glass on the nightstand.
“I’m going to need a minute…or ten,” she says quietly.
“Take all the time you need.” I slide off the strap and head to the bathroom to clean it. I don’t like it being used on me, so we are probably done with it, for now anyway.
I climb into bed, wrapping the blanket around both of our bodies, spooning her. She nudges her body into mine, and I wrap my arm around her. She relaxes, and I start playing with her hair. Twirling a curl around the length of my finger before adding another. Her chest rises and lowers with each breath, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was falling asleep. So, I play with her hair and stay quiet, hoping she’ll fall asleep in my arms.
“You let me fall asleep!?” She gasps. But then, turning around, she realizes she’s jolted me awake as well. “Well, apparently, we both needed it.”
“I wanted to feel you in my arms,” I admit. It’s hard for me to say some of these things out loud, but I know how much it means to Cari, so I’m making an effort.
“You wanted us to sleep?” Cari asks softly.
“Yeah, I wanted it.” I know the impact of what she’s asking. So many fights in the past of not letting her stay over or leaving the moment we were done hooking up. But this is different, and I am on a mission to show her how different.
“It was nice,” she admits shyly, turning to face me. She has sleepy lines on the side of her face from sleeping on her hands, the outline of one of her rings imprinted on her cheek. I reach out to touch it and she laughs.
“What?” I ask.
“I know I probably have marks on my face; it happens whenever I nap,” she groans.
“It’s cute, it’s like seeing your hands in an artifact. It happens more to babies I think because they get much better sleep than us.”
“See, people always say that, but have you ever seen a baby sleep? Or talked to the parents of a newborn? Babies sleep like absolute shit. Unless it’s the middle of the day,” Cari rambles on.
“Oh, I don’t know much about babies.” I shrug. “Why do people always say that then?” I scrunch my eyebrows together.
“I don’t know! It’s something I’ve always wondered.” Cari laughs.
Cari moves closer, leans in, and kisses me. Her lips are no longer covered in lip gloss. Her hand lies on my arm until she traces her fingers over one of my tattoos.
We’re still kissing, but I can feel her hand moving toward my breasts. She slips under my bra and grabs my breast. Groaning into her mouth, she smiles against my lips. Playing with my piercing, she teases my nipple before flicking the bar. I clench my jaw, sliding my leg in between her thighs and getting her body closer to mine.
“I want this off,” Cari says, pulling away to tug on my bra.
I sit up, pushing it above my head and tossing it across the room. Cari’s mouth goes to them instantly, and I fall back into the pillows as she straddles me. Her thighs crush my hips as she bends over to suck on my nipples. It’s embarrassing, but I’ve cum from just tit play before. With how long it’s been, not to mention how turned on I am, I’m worried it might happen right now. I’m moaning and gasping as she’s flicking her tongue over both of them. Using her hand to play with the other.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. I reach for Cari and rub my hands up the sides of her arm. I am desperate to touch any part of her. I just need to feel that connection.
Cari moves her lips from my nipples up to my lips. Kissing me for just a brief second before she keeps moving lower. I usually take control when we have sex, but I want to explore something new with her. So, I let her have the power here.
I’m watching her body as she moves over me, kissing and touching every inch of my skin. She finally gets to my pussy and rubs her palm over the front of my briefs. Groaning, I know she can feel how wet I am. It’s not a secret, but I am embarrassingly close to finishing. She has every nerve in my body ready at full attention, and I feel like I am going to explode.
“I’m going to taste you until I hear you screaming this time, Honey,” she whispers, looking up at me with her blue eyes, darkened with desire.
“Holy fuck, yes please.” I groan. She is fucking killing me, which only assures me how good this is going to be.
Cari bends down, her ass in the air while she licks my pussy. Her fingers dance across my clit as she licks up and down my core. My clit is so swollen; I am so fucking sensitive.
