You ain't got to tell me twice!
If I could describe the sensation of his tongue, I would say it's somewhere in between the feeling of a roller coaster going up before that drop, and drinking cool water after a workout. My body instantly relaxes, my back arches, my hands clench on the couch, and my tongue falls out the side of my mouth.
Time is naught. Life? Nothing without this moment. Every good thing in my life dulls in comparison to the way Athy is making me feel. I'm overstimulated, my stomach is rolling, waving, my brain wants it to stop, but my brain says please don't.
"There you go," He kisses my clit before nipping it. "That's a good rabbit," He continues munching. "Tasty rabbit."
His upper eyes are hooded and low as he watches my face. My stupid near orgasm face, and my leg shakes. "Athy," I drag in a breath. "I'm…oh…yes."
"Mmm." One part of his tongue is flicking on my clit, the other is inside of me. "Yes, woman, do it, give it to me." He's slurping, heaven help me.
Reaching out, my hands hold onto his upper wrists and I close my eyes as I launch into the hardest orgasm I've ever had in my life. My body feels like jelly. I'm weak. My stomach is still lurching, and my body is tweaking.
"Fucked out?" Athanasius slowly unclamps my thighs from his head, standing up. "No…" He lifts my arm watching it drop. "I can do better."
"Huh?"
He lifts me from the couch, gently placing me over his shoulder as he walks upstairs. "We have more to do, rabbit, I haven't heard you screaming."
His hand delivers a sound crack to my ass, and I push myself up (barely) with my hands. "Easy!"
"Like that?" He does it again, and I won't tell him, but the tingle flows to my clit, and I rub my thighs together in response. "Yes, you do."
On the bed, he's more romantic. The lights are off, and Athanasius removes his clothing. My hands flow over his tattoos, and his skin ripples in response.
"I enjoy your touch." He huffs. He positions his body over mine. "I will watch myself enter you," He groans. "I'll only use one at first."
He was planning on using both? I mean…in my mind? I'm a freak. I love a good reverse harem, and the thought of being Eiffel Towered turns me on, but in real life? I've always been a missionary and doggy type of girl. Never too much, just enough to get me off. Athanasius has two dicks and just the thought of him burying them both inside of me makes my heart flutter. I've never done backdoor though…how's that going to work with that huge cock of his?
"Pay attention, woman." He groans, rubbing the head of both of his cocks against my oceanic pussy and my clit.
The tip of the lower one presses inside of me, and I let out a long moan. "Inside already."
Athanasius grunts. "Rabbit, this is a lot of cock, you must learn to take me."
"I can do it." I'm being greedy. I just want him to ride me hard. You know that feeling when you're ovulating and overly horny and just want to come hard? That's me right now.
"Sure you can." He presses deeper, and his top cock slides hard against my clit and I'm shaking. "Relax, rabbit." He grunts. "You're tense."
"I'm not."He thrusts hard, and I groan.
"You are," Leaning over me, Athanasius finds my mouth as he moves his hips. "How can I pleasure you when you won't let me in? Relax, Ione, I'm going to take good care of you."
One of his hands is holding the back of my neck, the opposite is rubbing my nipple. My legs fall open, my stomach relaxes, I breathe into his mouth. Athanasius groans, his tongue flicking in my mouth as he slides home.
"There we go," He moans. "Oh, you're tight." His hand lowers to my stomach. "Do you feel that rabbit?" Right on top of my womb, he pushes down and begins moving his hips back and forth. "That's me."
Yeah, he can get it anytime. I wrap my arms around his body, pulling him as close as I can. Our mouth are attached, bodies connected, he's fucking me like it's his only prerogative. There's a dick in me and one rubbing my clit, and I'm seeing stars. I don't know how long we've been going at it. I just know I've come twice, and now he's holding my thighs open, rutting like a deer in mating season.
Athanasius has his lower eyes shut tight, but the upper ones are staring at the ceiling. "Fuck, fuck, yes." He's breathing hard. Reaching down, I cup my hand around the tip of his upper cock, and he groans, leaning his head over me. "Tell me I can," He whimpers. "Ah, I just need to…please?"
My orgasm is building again. I wrap my legs around the back of his thighs, and do a Kegel. "Let me feel you come, Athy."
His arms shake, the bed creaks, and the way he moans with his head back and 4 eyes shut is a sight to behold. Not to mention ropes of seed, which isn't white but black and slightly sparkly, like an iridescent sky shoot into my hand and up my chest.
"You don't have to hold yourself up," I chuckle, watching as he mentally decides what to do. "Lay on me."
He hasn't pulled out. "I'm too heavy."
