Gray

Falling asleep on the couch is not what I intended after a long day of work and battling with the inspectors but I was so exhausted and down hearted after getting home to no Mari I just fell down and conked out in a sulk.

I’m waking now though, still groggy from a nap that felt like a coma when I smell her near me. Holding completely still, I measure my breaths not to alert her to my wakeful state and almost come in my pants when wet heat hits my face right before she slaps me.

“Wake up loser, and earn that ring.”

I almost come because it’s Mari’s pussy I feel on my mouth before my eyes spring open and I look right into pink heaven. She’s already wet, hot and pressed against my lips when I open my mouth like a starving man and suck her in, groaning into her.

She tastes good, like clean flesh and a little musk from being out in the heat all day and I want nothing more right now than to fuck her blind. But first…

“Oh yeah.” she moans when my hands hit her hips and pull her down onto my tongue, her hips shifting as I start to explore her every inch.

I love eating a chick out but after mom gave me a lecture about bacteria and mouth warts I’ve been selective. I’m not selective now because I think Mari may just be the sweetest slice I have ever tasted.

I want to devour her, throw her to her back and go at her so hard my cheeks will be slick with her juices, but the hesitant movement of her hips has me slowing and looking up, right into glazed, nervous eyes. Especially when I lick up and grab onto her clit lightly with my teeth.

She tenses so hard I feel her jerk and try to pull away.

“Babe?”

“This is gonna sound whack, but don’t bite okay.” She whispers, staring down at me pointedly.

I puff a breath of mirth into her flesh and groan when she twitches on me, driving closer to my lips with a groan. I nod, just once and get the memory of a lifetime when Mari starts getting into it and rides my face like a pro.

She shifts, grinds, mewls her pleasure as I lick and suck, eating her so thoroughly that it feels like mere minutes when she grabs my head, stiffens and shouts her release, head thrown back in satisfaction.

When she winds down and slumps, I’m so hard I want to whimper. I throw her onto the couch, shove her legs open and settle between them, jizzing when my dick hits the slippery warmth and slides over her.

Mari looks sated and a little stunned as she blinks up at me and it takes my everything not to drive home when I see it. I did that. I gave her such pleasure she’s dazed and struggling to recover her senses.

It’s pussified but I’m ready to pound my chest when she looks up at me and smiles, her teeth scraping over her lip.

“That was my first muff session,” she whispers.

“What?”

“That, was a first for me and I so get why woman are crazy about it. I really liked that Gray.”

Shit. Fuck. I think I just shot a little as my dick swells more.

“I’ll eat you out twice a fucking day if you want. You can smother me with that pussy if you want Mari.” I grunt, grimacing at the need to fuck.

Mari smiles, just smiles slowly and grabs my dick with a grin.

“Now let’s see what you just earned.”

I don’t go slow. I want to lie and say I glide in softly and make love to her but the minute she puts my tip to the molten heat of her centre I lose it. I ram in, going all the way on a stroke and cry out at the sensation of silky, hot satin sucking at my shaft.

“Huuuuuh, fuck, why is it so good?” I roar, gritting my teeth to keep myself from coming.

Mari gasps, causing me to stop and go rigid, fearing that I hurt her.

“Babe, sorry I-”

“Ung, uh, that feels so good, Gray,” she moans, making me clench my ass when she tightens around me and whimpers.

I start counting, or at least I try to count but her boobs are right there…

“Oh! Oh!”

I suck a nipple in without moving an inch inside her hot sheath and growl when it makes her tighten even more, her grip on my cock so tight I feel the pain to come scratching at my balls.

I always knew it would be this good. I’m not that dick that starts waxing poetic about sex. I’ve had a lot of sex. Good sex. Bad sex. The kind of sex that left me drained and panting it was so fantastic. I won’t say Mari is like the best I have ever had because that would be an insult to the women I’ve taken before. What I will say is that being inside her, raw and unprotected for the first time in my life is so good I want to roar.

She’s tight. So tight it hurts when I switch nipples and finally start thrusting. I have to fight my way out when she moans and clutches at me, but going back in, all that heat and silky moisture, it’s unlike anything I have ever felt.

Mari groans and screams out a ‘yes’ and I take it with my last breath as my hips start grinding and pounding into her, my pelvis slamming and rubbing her fat little clit on every glide.

“So tight. Take it, Mari. You want me to come in you, baby. Yes, you like that huh. I can feel you going tighter. I’m gonna fill you so full of me baby, fill you up till it runs out of you.” I growl, going harder when she growls and scratches at my back, pulling my mouth to hers.

The sex, it rages. Goes hard. Mari is wild beneath me. Clawing and biting at my lips the tighter she gets. I love the feel of a chick coming. It’s all I need to blow but when Mari comes…it’s awesome.

She goes stiff as a board beneath me, sinks her teeth into my shoulder and screeches as she contracts and milks my rod.

“Yeeees!” I roar when my balls draw up, tighten and release, spewing hard enough to slam me into Mari and do exactly what I said I would.

I come so hard just thinking about where it’s going I feel my vision go black as everything explodes.

I only come around when she starts stroking my hair and lift up slightly to look down at her soft smile.

“God, I wish I could have recorded that. No one will ever believe it.”

My grin is wicked and I feel ten feet tall as I lick her lips and kiss her, making love to her sweet mouth.

“Baby, if straight missionary blows your mind, you should see what I can do with some leg room.”

 

Mari

My vagina is still singing a chorus by the time Gray pulls out of me and throws me over his shoulder, his step light as he carries me into the bathroom and into the shower stall for a quick clean that turns into some hot kisses and then even more.

He's so buff he lifts me easily and just slips into me as he takes me against the wall, grunting and growling the harder I push back at him. I came so hard that time he had to clean me up one handed and carry me to bed because my legs were useless.

“So, what’s up with sitting on my face, Mari. Not that I’m complaining. Feel free to sit on my face any time, baby. But…”

I groan and slap a hand over my eyes because now that I’m sated and not clawing at my pants for relief, I’m horrified. Damn Tink and her naughty suggestions.

She gave me a lot of advice but the thought of having all that control the first time just did it for me and boy, was it good. I have never felt anything as good as what Gray did to me with his tongue. When he bit down into my clit for the second time I came so hard I almost lost the will to hold myself up.

Only the thought of smothering him and never having that mouth again stopped me. And let’s not even start with his dick. Oh hell, I still feel him inside me. He’s got game, I’ll give him that and I can safely and very smugly say that he gave me the best orgasm I ever had.

“I always wanted to try it.” I confess, leaving out the rest of that statement because I’m already so red I’m afraid I’ll burst into flames if I continue.

That would give mama validation and I can just see her at my funeral, telling people she always knew I was a demon.

“Ah, come on, Mari, tell me.” He wheedles, leaning in to kiss my nipple sweetly. “You’ve had sex before, so why not head, and why my face first.”

“God, will you stop. I don’t want to talk about it. I’m not a talker.”

Gray shifts closer and I expect some flippant snark, but he pulls my hands away and stares down at me seriously.

“Don’t do that. I love you, Mari, I want to know everything about you and tell you everything about me. Don’t just use me for sex and pull away, it’s not fair.”

“Shit. Dammit. Why can’t you just be normal! I want a normal guy who fucks, rolls over, farts, and starts snoring.”

“Too bad. You got a peach who likes listening to you and makes love like a dream. I could fart if it does something for your sick little mind but it’s just not there and I may shit my pants,” he says jokingly, though I see a little hurt in his eyes.

That’s the thing with him and something that still scares me a little. He’s real and sweet at the same time. His mom did a bang up job with him and Blay because Gray is in touch with himself and not ashamed to share his feelings.

He just accepts every part of himself, and in so doing accepts others. It’s attractive, a quality I have never found in another man because he’s not selfish like most people.

That’s saying a lot because he’s spoilt. The man wears suits that cost more than my organs, boxers with a higher thread count than my sheets and he doesn’t ‘do’ cheap coffee.

But he’s all of that, spoilt and sweet, rolled into one man who looks at me after sex and wants more. Of me. Not just my body.

“Fine, but I can smell you menstruating, Grayson, and it is not attractive,” I mutter, rolling to my side to look at him. “Don’t laugh.”

“Sorry. I can’t make any promises. I’ve met your family and friends Mari, chances are whatever you tell me is gonna make me laugh. Now answer me.”

Ahg!

“Well, you know my family is Catholic.”

He snorts, getting a glare from me that shuts him up immediately.

“My ma and the Aunts, they’re crazy okay. Ever since we were all little they’d tell us the worst things. It’s like just being a girl meant we had to live in fear. At first it was ‘if you don’t eat your vegetables, God will stop watching over you and the demons will get you’. Stop laughing! She used to tell me they’d start at my feet and work up to my face!”

Gray splutters, clearing his throat noisily and wipes his eyes with a loud sigh.

“Mari, your mother is vicious.”

“You’re telling me. I finally just said screw it and fed my broccoli to the dog. I slept in my closet with the light on for a whole week till I realized she was shitting me.”

“Okaaaay.”

I huff and roll my eyes.

“And as I grew older it was other stuff. Don’t wear revealing clothes Mari, there’s an outbreak of warts and it’s airborne if you stand too close. I wore polo necks in summer for a month before the nuns got worried about my health and had mama talk to me. They hated me but they were horrified. That’s the first time a nun ever did me a good turn though.”

He groans and shakes his head.

“You’re a pill.”

“Shut up! I thought my ma was a saint till I turned sixteen and the nuns told me she was evil. No, really sister Mary Josephine caught her putting fake money in the collection box. You know how she justified that? She was broke and it’s the thought that counts.”

Gray sucks his lips in and doesn’t make a peep but his shoulders are shaking hard enough to make the bed quake.

“It was always one thing after the other. Mari, wash Bobby’s jock strap or I’ll have an asthma attack and die. Mari, your boobs need to stop growing or you’ll develop a hump on your back. I taped them for a year and sweated my way through training bras so she wouldn’t know that they wouldn’t stop getting bigger. The worst though was the sex talk.” I say, shuddering at the memory.

Mama sat me down at the kitchen table and had two shots of whiskey, one after the other. I still believe it gave her impetus and made her that much more creative because the things she told me made me so scared my papa had to force me to go to school, because I was terrified a boy would like me and I’d really burst into flames.

I didn’t want to die!

“God!”

“Nothing holy about that talk. Trust me. She started off by telling me I got my period because I started shaving my pits and legs. I was so hairy, hoping the bleeding would stop I looked like a fucking hippie! Stop laughing, it wasn’t funny.” I rage, kicking him off the bed when he just laughs harder.

“My mom,” he wheezes, taking a deep breath as his head pokes up over the side of the bed. “Told me if I didn’t trim the hay, I’d get no play.”

Why! Why did he get the sane one when my mother crawled out of the devil’s arm pit? Not fair.

“You think that’s funny. I got a lecture from a nun twice my age about personal hygiene and they wouldn’t let me into swim class because my bush was so wild it looked like I was being attacked by an animal. Lizzie, Lizzie finally threw a tub of wax at me and told me to clean it up before someone lost an eye.”

I giggle when he snorts so hard he farts and laugh harder when he blushes and checks his ass for leakage.

“That is just wrong. Lizzie? Of the ‘your hands will fall off if you touch yourself clan?”

“I shit you not. And it got worse you know. I still have nightmares about the actual sex part. She told me that getting head was bad because boys like to bite. I almost pissed myself the first time a boy tried it. Kicked him so hard his eye bled. Stop laughing right now or I stop!” I yell, getting huffy when he finally rolls onto the bed, spent and tries to pull me into his side.

“Aw baby, let me hold you. You must have been terrified and yet you still sat on my face.”

I slap his chest hard, satisfied at the handprint that forms and sniffle a curse.

“I’m not stupid, Gray. I know she was blowing smoke up my ass. Now. But the other things. They still stick with me. Mostly it’s the guilt ya know? I never get over feeling guilty when she asks for something and I don’t do it.”

“Aaaah,” he breathes, pulling me close. “That’s why you’re moving in with her.”

“Yeah. She won’t say it right out but she needs help and papa, he has some bad days ya know. I can’t just abandon them when they need me, not even for you.”

I totally think I love him when he pulls me closer and kisses my hair, murmuring.

“I wouldn’t love you if you did, Mari.”