burn
I love that Jack spends a lot of our time together caressing, pinching, grabbing, sucking, and biting on my tits. I climbed over him and pushed them in his face. He grabbed them tight with both hands. A certain calm came over his face as he bit down on each one, pressing his cock against me as I moaned out, arching against his body.
I admit, I have a special thing for Jack. Every time he floats back into my periphery I always walk around with a certain sense of excitement that I get to see him. He makes my body ache, and he knows it. So falling into bed with him last night was an unexpected treat. The email came really early in the day and I carried that excitement all afternoon.
This morning, I’m a bit achy and my nipple are a little bruised.
Kissing him, I melted into the comfortable embrace. His warm thick lips and the tickle of his facial hair. His big strong hands wrapped around body, my legs straddling his hips. I ran my hands under his shirt and pulled him up to take his shirt off. Skin to skin, I inhaled him. Everything about him is just so inherently male that it intoxicates me.
I kissed down his body, making some small talk. Kissing, sucking and biting on his nipples. Pinching him. He groaned and flinched. He is not in to pain although sometimes we get rough. Not tonight though. Tonight it was about comfort and need.
Moving farther, I unbuckled his belt, noticing that the next notch was more worn that the one he was using, proof of his exercise regimine and busy schedule. Pulling his pants and boxers down, I stroked his cock. I took him, not quite hard from my lazy attention, into my mouth. His fat cock, warm in my mouth, I ran my fingers through his soft hairs, moaned. I sucked his cock slowly, letting him get hard and then licking up and down his shaft while I ran my fingers up his thighs, over his stomach, gently pinching his nipples. I talked to him, told him how much I think about him. How much I love his cock. His thick warm fat cock.
He encouraged me. Answered me. Stroked my cheek, grabbed my hair. His deep voice, caressing my senses as my tongue stroked up and down his cock. My lips sucking him in and pushing him deep into my mouth. He lavished in my attention.
“Fucking cock slut,” he groaned at me, “You like that big cock?”. I kept going, letting him fill my mouth- hitting my throat again and again. Harder, deeper, faster until I pulled away- choking and sputtering, struggling for breath.
He pulled me up and we kissed again. My swollen mouth pressing down on his.
He rolled me onto my back and kissed down my body. Stopping again to suck on my breasts and comment on how much he loves them. Lower still- he positioned himself between my legs and pushed a wet finger inside my pussy. I arched towards him and then felt his wet tongue slide between my lips. I melted into the bed and opened my legs wider for him. He stroked over my clit until he felt it hard against his tongue. Then he used his free hand and spread my lips, opening me and exposing my clit. I felt his warm breath and then his tongue, slipping over my clit- fast and hard. Almost too fast too soon. I squirmed, not moving away but trying to find the right spot. I whispered, “slow down, baby.” I ran my fingers through his hair as he slowed briefly.
His fingers pulled out, and then pushed a second finger- facing down, and then twisting. Stretching me. Then pressing against my g-spot. I whimpered, feeling his elbow holding down one leg. He had my other leg pinned down by his body. I caught my breath as he thrust his fingers inside me, hard- not stopping or slowing until he could feel me swelling around his fingers, his lips. I tried to breathe at a normal rate, but I couldn’t. He was relentless, his tongue, thrashing over my clit- faster and harder now until it made that sweet burn that I almost had to pull away from. His fingers now, pushing inside me. I could feel the pressure against my g-spot. Hard. He was stroking me on the inside- rubbing his fingers against my g-spot and pushing his tongue down on me. Between his lips and his fingers- my sex balanced in one ball of nerve and fire. I was cumming, and hard.
I called out, moaning, whimpering, cursing. My body burned. I felt like I had to pee, he was pressing hard against me. Holding me down and open fo this delicious assault. I grabbed him, a fist full of his hair tangled in my fingers and I thrust upwards against him, fed by the fire and rocking with it until I burned. He began to thrust again and my orgasm exploded. It sounded like I was screaming, but I can’t be sure.
My body jerked as he pulled back. Watching me writhe, breathless.
“Oh my God,” I grabbed him and pulled him down on me, “Fuck me. Right now.”
What a way to get me up in the morning…
Lucky Jack