Lindsay

 

I can’t stop touching him, my hands under his shirt, over it, undoing the buttons, baring him to my gaze, the same gorgeous body I’ve seen at the pool, the same broad shoulders, hard abs and happy trail to his pants leading where my imagination could never go. I always wanted to lick him all over, but now that he’s here, I don’t dare.

He’s got no such inhibitions. His mouth is everywhere. As he sucks at my nipples, his fingers work to undo the buttons right down the front of my dress. As he opens it, his mouth follows his fingers and he plants a line of soft kisses down my stomach to my lace covered mound, each touch of his lips a caress that sends sparks of desire through me.

When he reaches my panties, off they come again, and he flings them onto the floor, a few feet from the bed as if to say, “You’re not pulling them up again this time.”

He traces his finger over my slit. “So fucking wet,” he says. “So wet and perfect. Can’t wait to taste you.”

And then he dives in with his mouth, and I groan with pleasure as his hot, wet tongue flicks against my swollen clit and his lips suck and tease. I am shameless, grinding my pussy to his mouth and using my hands to pull his face harder against me. He looks up at me, his eyes glinting with pleasure, with mirth, I don’t know what, and vibrates his tongue fast against my clit. Then he kisses it lightly and takes it between his lips, sucking hard. I call out, my spine arching high off the bed and my head rolling back, as I claw at the fabric of the cover and come undone.

He plants a kiss on my stomach, then holds me in his arms, my breasts against his hard chest. I trace a finger over the front of his pants, and he makes a low growling sound in his throat. I reach for the zipper, but he’s there before me, getting up to pull off his clothes.

In the dim light of the bedroom. I see him fully naked for the first time, his engorged cock lying flat against his belly, the hard length as beautiful and impressive as the rest of him.

He approaches the bed and I put my arms around his thighs and pull him to me, now daring to lick, to take the head into my mouth, to pleasure him as he pleasured me.

“Your sweet mouth is going to kill me, babe,” he says, his eyes closing as he sucks in a breath. I don’t care. I lick up and down the hard length of him, dragging my tongue over the shaft, teasing the head, sucking until he moans. I want to take him deeper, as deep as I can, engulf him, make him as needy as I was, but he stops me with his hands in my hair. “Do that and I’m gonna come in your mouth.”

“It’s okay.”

He smiles. “And I love that you want to, but the first time I come tonight is going to be deep inside your belly.” My breath freezes in my throat. It’s time.

He gets on the bed with me and runs his fingers over my folds. “Still so wet. That’s good, but I’m going in nice and slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Your fingers didn’t hurt me. Far from it.”

And then I look down at him and realize what I just said. I giggle and it breaks the tension.

He laughs. “Yeah, the last time I looked my cock was bigger than a couple of fingers, so I’m going slow. Let me know if you want me to stop.”

He slides slowly into me, a look of concentration on his face. “Fuck. You’re so tight,” he says. “That’s feels so good. You okay?”

I nod. “Don’t stop.” The sharp pain of entry disappears as quickly as it comes. Relieved that it was nothing much, I revel in the feeling of fullness as he pushes into me farther and farther, not pausing until he’s buried in me to the hilt and there’s a sound of satisfaction from deep in his throat. It feels like he belongs there deep inside me, stretching me, skin against skin.

And then he starts to move, and it’s even better, thrusting into me with tight, concentrated strokes, each one deeper than the last, varying the angle slightly each time, touching every sensitive place inside. I hear every grunt and groan from his mouth, flesh slapping on flesh, the moans of pleasure coming from my own throat.

Oh god, just when I think he couldn’t possibly go any deeper, he moves my legs back toward my head, spreading me to his gaze and he plunges in. We both call out at that, unintelligible words. And he goes faster and harder, hitting my clit each time with his hard body.

Each thrust brings me closer and closer, hitting all kinds of sensitive spots inside. And then a delicious wave of pleasure takes over my whole being. I feel myself contract around him as he gives a growl and releases into me, pulse after pulse.

He releases my legs and pulls me on top of him to lie on his chest. I’m so sated, even when I get my breath back, I can’t think about moving. Not that I want to. I’m happy in his arms. If I open my mouth, I’m sure gibberish will come out, so I just kiss his chest and he smooths my hair.