SIX
My hands slid down to the top of Darian’s jeans, where I tucked my fingers between the denim and his lower abs. My touch was met with a soft patch of hair. A smile broke across my lips. Someone else skipped underwear too.
I began to tug at the top of his shorts but was met with resistance. “Not yet,” he whispered. He unraveled his fingers from my hair and put both hands on my hips, then tenderly pulled my hips toward his and pushed them back, rolling the thin piece of cotton between my legs against his bulge.
A moan escaped my lips. Darian’s hand quickly moved back up into my hair threading my strands as he gently pulled my head back. He pressed his lips below my earlobe, sending shivers down the side of my body as I arched against him. As if to soothe me, he reached his other hand under my shirt, behind the elastic of the built-in sports bra, and met my bare breast. There he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger sending more sensations across my body.
His lips continued down the side of my neck, as I released tiny whimpers of pleasure. In response, I ground my hips harder against his, the wet fabric between my legs rub against the front of his shorts. I could feel him meeting me with each roll. I reached down again, desperately wanting to feel his cock against me.
“Not yet,” he said on exhalation. “Ever since I saw you in that tiny skirt, the hint of your smooth ass poking out the back with each sway of the fabric—” his hand released my breast and reached down between my legs— “and then last night, that brief taste. God, all I’ve been able to think about is your sweet pussy.”
I arched my hips high enough, allowing his fingers to slip inside the fabric, then lowered myself onto his palm. One finger slipped along my fold, where it teased my clit making it throb beneath his touch. I clenched my thighs against his hand, which made him rub faster. I didn’t hold back, letting my cries loose into the wild around us.
“Don’t cum yet,” he pleaded. Moving his hands to my back, he slowly lowered me from his lap to the ground.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I said, reaching across my midsection with each arm, and tugging at my tight tank top until it pulled up off the top of my head. My nipples contracted in the cool mountain air until they became tiny dark points at the ends of my breasts.
“Not at all.” Darian shook his head as he shifted to his knees, still positioned between my thighs. “Today is all about you.”
I squealed as he reached forward, tugging the sides of my skirt until it pulled free. His fingers slid down my legs as the cotton slid off, releasing my midsection to the open air. I sucked in a sharp breath as the warmth from his touch was overtaken by the morning coolness, and crossed my arms over my chest to stay warm.
“Here, let me help.” Darian leaned over my body, pressing his against me. His lips met my left breast while his hand met my right one, and soon the chill was replaced by the warmth of his mouth and hand as he rolled my nipples with his tongue and fingers.
I raised my hips against him, feeling his erection as it projected between us. He pushed his knees between my thighs and his other hand fondled the inside of my pussy. I thrust myself toward his fingers, begging for him to enter me. If I couldn’t have his cock, I’d take the next best thing.
He started with one finger, running it inside my soaking folds. His thumb rubbed against my erect clit, which instantly began to pulse again with pleasure. His knee pushed my left leg further back, and I moaned in pleasure as he added a second finger inside of me, sliding them inside and out, faster and faster. My hips thrust against his hand as bursts of pleasure exploded across my body.
“Do you like me inside your tight little pussy?” He lifted his head and released my nipple into the cool mountain air.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Please. Fuck me.”
“I want to taste you,” he said, moving his kisses down my torso, still keeping one hand on my breast. “I want to feel your orgasm against my tongue.”
I thrust my hips against his hand in agreement, and his kisses hastened as they trailed across my abdomen to my groin. They slowed as they reached the bare skin of my folds and paused for only a moment as they replaced his thumb against my clit. The change in sensation made me cry out as his lips sucked my clit between them, letting his tongue tease its tip.
A third finger slipped past my opening, rubbing eagerly against my tight ass. I bucked up in pleasure, eager to feel more of Darian inside of me. He didn’t hesitate, moving his wet finger against my tight hole and then pushing it inside of me. I cried out in unbridled pleasure, feeling a gush of cum escape my pussy.
“You like that, don’t you.”
I groaned in agreement as I pushed and pulled myself against him, grinding my clit with his tongue while his fingers slid in and out of me without effort. Pressure built inside of me as Darian worked me into a frenzy. His other hand squeezed my breast, until it was pinching my nipple, sending waves of carnal pleasure down every limb until my entire body was on fire.
“More,” I pleaded. “Faster.”
His strokes intensified until I didn’t know who was moving faster, him or me, sliding feverishly against one another. I didn’t even care if I got to have his cock anymore, as long as he didn’t stop. I needed to cum so bad; my pussy ached, crying to be released.
“Come on, girl,” Darian pleaded, his words teasing my clit. “If you don’t cum soon I’m not going to be able to stop myself from fucking you. My cock is so hard right now. It wants to be inside your tight, wet pussy.”
“Ah.” I cried out, shoving myself hard against his face. My body shook as the rippling waves of my orgasm overtook me. My moans came out ragged and broken as Darian’s tongue still slid hungrily against my clit, keeping me at the peak of pleasure, as his fingers still massaging all my holes. My body arched toward the mountaintops as I released my last cry and fell to the blanket below.
His lips trailed back up my torso, and his finger released my ass, making me cry out in delayed ecstasy. When his lips met mine, his other two fingers still played around between my legs making me squirm as tiny buds of my lagging orgasm surged through my groin.
“Again, that was amazing,” I said, stretching out on the blanket as he finally let go and climbed next to me. I shielded my eyes from the burning sun, and met his hungry gaze as he looked over my flushed and naked body.
A playful smile spread across his lips. “We aren’t done yet.”