♥ Sometimes, it’s all you’ve got. –X
He laid with his arms behind his head and his legs slightly parted. His hard cock lay against his belly, throbbing softly, and his pubic hair was sodden with her juices…in fact, his balls and the tops of his thighs were shiny with it as well. She was so aroused the swollen lips of her cunt rubbed against each other as stood at the foot of the bed to take in that profane little tableau. There was a part of her that just wanted to sit at the edge of the bed and masturbate. His complete lack of insecurity turned her on, and she wanted to memorize that moment so she’d always have it with her when she needed to come alone.
His smile faded as she crawled onto the bed. He spread his muscular thighs and thrust his hips forward. She got a whiff of their combined musk. She rubbed her clit and thought of all that she was about to do to him. He cocked an eyebrow, and his eyes moved down her body as she touched herself.
She didn’t spread herself open for him because she wasn’t doing it for him, she was doing it for herself – she didn’t care whether he saw her as she pondered feverishly.
First, I want to lick from his knee to the top of his thigh and taste him… She traced inverted tear drops around her clit. She was still sensitive from his plucking while he’d fucked her from behind. His belly tightened, and his cock bounced.
Oh, and then I want to bite one of his thighs – just a little, to feel his muscles tighten underneath his skin while the fragrant heat emanating from his balls nearly burns my cheek…
She groaned and sucked her own wetness from her fingers. She slid three fingers inside herself and moved her hips. He pouted with longing, but she didn’t care. Her mind was buzzing with filth.
I want to push his knees into his chest and watch his asshole tighten, then tickle then bite softly into his surprisingly silky insteps while rubbing my cunt against his ass just to see whether it will wipe that pout off his face…
One of her nails cut into the tender flesh at the opening of her pussy. She looked at her hand to see whether she was bleeding. He saw the streak of red in the wetness on her fingers before she did and quickly licked her fingertips clean. He put his feet flat on the bed and lightly caressed a nipple.He knew what she craved, and he was giving it to her.
She watched as he posed for her. He squeezed the bulb of his cock. A pearlescent bead of precum dripped onto his belly, and his eyes clouded with pleasure.
He was so lovely – no man had ever been that naked with her, that open. She was still young, and felt like she’d hit the jackpot.
She moved between his legs tongue-first. She licked his perineum, making wet circles with her tongue that moved up to his balls. She looked at his face as she made her tongue broad and licked her juices off him. Her heart-shaped ass moved back and forth eagerly as she tasted him, and he had to concentrate on not blowing his load all over his belly like a teenager.
She tickled his wet peehole with the tip of her tongue. His legs trembled underneath her, and she had to suppress the desire to take him into her mouth. She started at his balls and licked slowly up his shaft. She swirled her tongue around the bulb, playing with the fresh wetness that wept out of his cock. She tugged at his balls and his cock stuck straight up between her breasts. His hips bucked. She pressed her breasts against him. He tried to squeeze them together, but she shook her head.
Well, at least, not now.
He so aroused her lips looked pale against him. She thought of the way he’d eaten her out earlier – he’d licked on her clit so softly, building up the pressure slowly, a little stream of saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth he was so hungry for her. He’d sucked her pussy when she’d finally come for him, his tongue muscling its way into her, opening her for his cock. He hadn’t stopped until she’d come again.
She sucked the tip of his cock and felt his body rise with the sensation. She loved the taste, smell, and feel of him, and she wanted to savor every second of his moaning, trembling ecstasy. She pressed his tightening balls against his shaft and licked them before rubbing her lips on the rough little groove right beneath his head. She wanted him to come in her mouth, but her pussy ached for him again.
She straddled him and he actually cried out. She smiled at his eagerness, but her skin burned. Every single one of his actions seemed to be carefully orchestrated to arouse her desire, and she wondered exactly when and how he’d gotten inside her head and seduced her so completely. His acquiescence maddened her because although he was submitting to her ministrations, she knew that it was just another subtle way of making her his.
She wanted nothing more than to be his.
He pulsed against the wet heat of her pussy. She wrapped her fingers around his cock right underneath the crown and squeezed until his eyes fluttered closed with pleasure. She wanted him inside her so badly her pussy tightened, but she wanted to see the blush rising in his cheeks, the sweat beading on his forehead, and his fingers and toes twitch and curl as he gave in to the pleasure she was giving him. Her pussy swallowed him.
As she moved up and down his shaft, heat began to spread from her chest to her belly – the way her clit caught on the crown of his cock had her on the edge of an orgasm, but she didn’t want to come…yet.
She jerked him off with her cunt lips. The way the head of his cock pushed her swollen clit forward a little as she moved drove her mad. His hands clenched to fists at his side as her ass kneaded his balls.
“Look,” she said as she felt the warmth seep into her hips. “I’m so fucking wet…”
His eyes fluttered open, and she noticed for the first time how thick his eyelashes really were. His lovely feline eyes were cloudy with concentration, and she knew he was struggling as valiantly as she was not to come. She threw her head back, and she felt the heat of his gaze on her belly as she moved over his cock.
His eyes were glued to the fork of her legs. He touched her and held up his fingertips. They were pink with blood. It was only then that she noticed that her pussyflesh stung a little because of the cut she’d given herself earlier.
“You really hurt yourself,” he said, but he wasn’t disgusted. He licked his fingers clean and guided himself inside her. They both exhaled and threw their heads back, each lost in their own pleasure. She moved her hips in slow circles. Her eyes rolled underneath her closed eyelids as his cock moved underneath its silky skin inside her.
She opened her eyes and looked between her legs. His thick hardness spreading her cunt lips open was beyond pornographic.
She was suddenly so close to orgasm that her leg muscles stiffened. She looked between her legs again. The shaft of his cock was glossy with her wetness, and his hip muscles were tight and sweaty – it was a sight beautiful to behold, and she didn’t want to take her eyes off of it as she came.
She didn’t mean to say it out loud. He smiled. He slid in and out of her, and his eyes clouded again as her pussy sucked at the bulb of his cock. Their foreheads slid against each other with sweat as she bounced on him, not letting it get any deeper than halfway. She stretched so perfectly around him, yet there was still so much of him left for her to enjoy… it gave her twice the pleasure to see as well as feel.
She knew then why men gloried in being visual creatures.
Her orgasm made her thighs squeeze his hips, and he took that opportunity to sit up and thrust completely into her. He threw her onto her back and fucked her balls deep. He feasted his eyes on her twitching, pulsing pussy as she continued to come on him and around him. Her hard nipples, glossy with their shared sweat, made him spurt on her belly. He rubbed the underside of his cock against her and took a mental picture of his come making her her pussy sticky. He knew he would revisit the image when he needed to come alone.