Tracey
I haven’t had many past experiences with sex. There was only one other guy besides Sean I went all the way with. He was nice. It was nice. But with Dak, the terms mind-blowing, Earth shattering, and heart pounding hold true meaning for me now. I get it. Sex with him is awe-inspiring to the point where I’ll admit he deserves the title Sex God. Everything is electric, intense, toe-curling heat, and at the same time anesthetizing and mind-numbing.
At this very moment, I think Dak is numb to the point where he’s going to suffocate me. I run my hand down his back trying to get his attention. “Dak?”
“Yeah, baby?” He lifts his head and starts placing little kisses along my face and neck.
“I…I can’t breathe.” I push against his chest.
“Oh sorry,” he says and rolls off of me onto his side, facing me. “I think you used up every drop of me. I can’t even move.” He runs his fingers through my hair.
“I hope that’s not true.” I giggle. “What will we do with the rest of the day?” I tease.
“You keep talking like that and we may never leave this bed again.” He pushes into my thigh and it’s clear I haven’t used every drop of him because I can feel he’s already thick and hard again.
“Can we leave the bed long enough to take a shower?” I joke, but I’m not hating the idea of staying in bed with him forever.
“Only if we’re taking it together.” He flips onto his back, stretching his arms over him and resting his head onto the palms of his hands. “Holy shit!” he roars so urgently I sit straight up in concern.
“What? What’s the matter?”
“Your bed! It’s pink and white stripes!”
“Oh that.” I smile and roll on top of him, straddling him. “Is this the first you’re noticing, Sherlock?” I kiss along his neck and breathe in his peppermint vanilla, now mixed with sex, scent.
“Yeah. I was a little too preoccupied to notice your Barbie Dream House bedroom before.” His sultry eyes are saying everything I want to hear and then he rubs both hands over my breasts and squeezes.
“Mmmph.” I roll my hips into him.
“Great idea.”
“What, the shower?” I moan as he continues to knead my breasts and pinch my attentive nipples.
“No. You riding me.”
Oh my God.
I love the way he uses his words. If I stay around him long enough I may be in a permanent state of orgasm.
“Unfortunately, four o’clock practice. Remember? For now we have to settle for that shower.”
“Nooo. Really? Can’t we stay here like this all day?” I pout and rock my hips against his thick cock again.
“Oooh fuck, Trace. You’re killing me,” he groans and I love it. I know he has to go to practice and I wouldn’t let him miss it. But the truth is, I’m loving the way he wants me. I love the power I hold over him to make his body shake in pleasure and I’m enjoying teasing him.
“Dak?”
“Trace,” he says, squeezing my tits to the point I need to force my brain to focus and my ass to stop wiggling into his hard shaft.
I tilt my head and look straight into his captivating eyes. “Thank you.”
“For what, baby?”
“For doing this for me. For helping me.”
“For doing this for you? Are you kidding me right now? Tracey, I’m the one who should be thanking you. You’re the most incredible woman, in every way. You’re…perfect. That’s it. Perfect.” He places one hand around the back of my neck and pulls me down. My breasts press against his hard chest and he crushes his lips into mine. And have I mentioned? This boy can kiss.
“Tell you what, baby doll,” he whispers between kisses. “You hold the thought of riding me like a cowgirl until tonight. For now, let’s take that shower and I’ll worship your sweet pussy until I can’t feel my tongue. Okay?”
Um…okay. Yes please.
***
He didn’t lie. After lathering each other with soap and running our hands over every inch of each other’s body, Dak pushes me against the cold, wet tiles and drops to his knees in front of me.
“This is where any guy who’s with you should be all the time. On his knees in front of you.”
I can’t speak. I’m so lost in the passion in his eyes.
“Watch me, baby. Watch me adore this sweet pussy.”
I can barely breathe. I’m soaked, and not from the shower water.
He drapes one of my legs over his shoulder and licks at me with a hunger that drives me insane. I thread my fingers through his hair and hold on to keep the one leg supporting me from buckling.
He’s licking me like he’s a starving man and I’m his meal, thrusting his tongue in and out of me.
Oh God.
It’s almost too much.
“Dak. I’m…Dak… I’m…I’m going to come.” I drop my head back against the tiles and he makes these rapid flicks with his tongue against my clit. “Yes…yes…just like that…yes!” I come so hard, I may be the one suffocating him this time. I can’t stop myself from screaming his name again.
He doesn’t stop licking me until I stop trembling and I may scream again because the pleasurable sensation is too much for my post orgasm throbbing clit.
“So fucking sweet,” he says, standing up. He licks his lips.
When I can feel my legs again I drop to my knees and take his thick cock in my hand. This is the first time I’m seeing him in the light of day and he’s even bigger than he appeared last night in the dimmed lighting. “Geez.” I tilt my head back and see the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen focused on me.
“You certainly know how to stroke a guy’s ego, Bambi.” He flashes me the sexy grin that had my panties soaked the first time I saw it.
Hmm, that’s not all I know how to stroke.
My mind flashes back to Sean and his directives during the act. “Not like that, Tracey. Do it like this.” I smile at the irony of having this expertise because of that selfish prick.
I’m thankful I’m able to use my skills on a man who doesn’t take me for granted, who appreciates me. I run my hand up and down Dak’s wet length and he groans and braces his hands on the tile wall behind me. The steam from the hot water swirls around us. Dak towers over me. He’s all ripped muscle and rivulets of water are streaming down the valleys of those muscles. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
I lean forward and trace my tongue over every ridge of his cock, licking down to the base and back up, circling the tip. He doesn’t take his eyes off me, his gaze both vulnerable and carnal. He groans with every flick of my tongue. I take him in my mouth as far as I can, devouring him like he did me, keeping one hand on his thick base. He’s wet silk over iron and he tastes soapy and musky and so good.
I keep working him with my tongue and hand, sliding up and down and around his length. His eyes are closed and I can tell by the strained look of pleasure on his face he’s going to come. The power of the control in making him come this way, the vision of him being so turned on by my actions, is almost enough to make me come again with him.
He drops one hand and threads his fingers into my wet hair to hold my head in place—like I would ever let him go right now. I take him in all the way, licking and sucking hard. His moan of my name pushes out from deep within him when he explodes into my mouth. Every muscle continues to shake as he keeps himself braced against the wall with one hand. I keep swallowing and drinking him in until he comes down from the pulsing waves of pleasure.
“Jesus…Bambi. Your mouth,” he moans. “I’m ruined.”