I took one last peek at his face before sliding down and grabbed hold of that enormous dick, his girth so significant that my fingers didn’t even touch as I gripped him. I used my other hand to seize his balls, the massive sac overflowing my palm.
There was no prelude as I opened my mouth and started sucking on the tip, licking away the salty pre-cum as I tried to take as much of him into my mouth as I could. But he was too huge, too lengthy. I got halfway down before the crown struck the back of my throat, causing me to gag slightly before I retreated.
I did this again and over again, Seth’s hand in my hair, my hair knotted between his fingers. He moved his hips up at the same time he softly pushed my head down on him, forcing me accept more of his length. He groaned hard, and I knew he was near, so close that I continued tasting spurts of his semen glide along my tongue.
I hummed, knowing the sound and vibration would set him off. And just like I knew it would, he sighed profoundly, tightened his fingers in my hair painfully, and shoved his hips up into my mouth, making me take as much as I could.
He came powerfully, pouring his load down my mouth. I swallowed it all, my eyes watering but my appetite for him strong.
When I felt his cock grow semi-soft in my mouth, only then did I pull back. I drew in a large lungful of breath, the blood surging underneath the surface of my lips, my mouth feeling swollen. He glanced at me with longing on his face. This faint sheen of sweat coated his naked chest, and excitement rushed into me.
I wanted him, desperately.
I climbed on top of him, straddling his waist, his cock hardening between our bodies instantaneously. I was very wet, saturated in fact.
I reached down and grabbed his dick, put the tip at my entrance, and slid down on his shaft easily. We both groaned, and my entire body heated, sweat beading along my chest and back. I braced my hands on his pectoral muscles and started riding him.
Up and down, quicker and harder. I crushed my pelvis against his on every down stroke, curled my nails into his chest every time I rose up. I could feel myself climbing higher and higher, and the clipped sounds coming from Seth told me he’d be heading over the edge right along with me.
He might’ve just gotten off, but when I claimed he was voracious for me, I meant just that.
And then he grasped my breasts and pulled at my nipples with his thumbs and forefingers, twisting the points till I tilted my head back, my hair brushing along the top of my ass, and yelled out as I came.
I plunged over the edge hard.
It wasn’t until several moments passed that I collapsed on his chest, Seth holding me, his cock still buried deep in my body. We didn’t say anything, yet no words needed to be spoken.
This moment was beautiful.
This moment was our reality.
I heard her coming into the kitchen and turned around as Grace walked in. She was newly showered, her hair moist and flowing over her shoulders, the ends starting to curl gently as the strands dried.
She was dressed in a pair of black formfitting trousers, the white ballerina flats matching a small white T-shirt she wore. There were little red flowers painted on the material, her breasts straining against the fabric, the V-neck low enough I caught just a hint of cleavage.
I made a tiny sound in the back of my throat at that sight, and she glanced at me. She grinned and came up to me, placing her arms around my waist and rising on her toes to kiss me.
“You get so jealous over everything,” she murmured on a small sigh.
“Does that upset you?”
“Turns me on that you want me all to yourself.”
I growled and laid the spatula down, placing my arms around her waist and pulling her back toward the counter. I had her raised up and sitting on the edge of it a second later, using my body to push her legs apart, and stepped between them.
I dipped down and kissed the side of her neck, smelling the soap she’d used earlier, felt the warmth from her flesh, the chill from her damp hair against my cheek.
“I can’t help it. I just want to keep you all to myself.”
She sighed and rested against me, and I just held her.
After a year together, my affections for Grace had expanded tenfold.
Every day they got stronger, engulfed me even more.
I moved my hand down her arm, over her wrist, and put my fingers on hers. I drew back and gazed down at her hand, bringing it up and laying a digit on her ring finger.
“I’m going to need my ring on here soon, Grace.”
