I shift back and his fingers slide out of my pussy. I want them back, but I know that I’m about to have something even better. I start to roll the condom on and then gasp as he puts his two fingers against my lower lip.
“God, the things I want to do to you,” he says almost as if he’s talking to himself. His fingers trace along my bottom lip, coating it with my own juices. Then he slides his fingers into his mouth and sucks on them.
My lips are still parted in surprise. He gives me a grin, then leans in and drags his tongue over my bottom lip, licking the same path his fingers just took. “Best thing I’ve ever tasted.” He kisses me deeply, his tongue sliding along mine. I don’t know if I actually taste myself or if I’m just imagining it, but it’s all dirty and filthy and definitely stuff I’ve written.
I roll the condom the rest of the way down his length. “Now,” I say simply.
“What would our beautiful dirty girl do or say now?” he asks.
“She…” I realize I need to think about it for a moment.
In my fanfiction, the hero typically takes the lead. They are also almost always at the fictional sex club. They’ve tried a variety of positions, toys, and role-playing, but always at his suggestion.
But they’re falling for one another. It’s obvious to everyone, even to them. Stepping outside of the sex club and their usual roles says it all. And having the heroine take more of a lead is a change in their dynamic. It’s showing that she wants to be more to him than a sexual partner.
I reach for the bottom of my dress where it’s bunched at my waist.
It’s never just been sex between David and me. It’s been a friendship that’s been building on a bunch of things we have in common—our hometown, our families, a shared desire to make sure everyone around us is cared for, childhood trauma.
We also like each other, respect and admire each other's work, our relationships with others, the way we interact in the community. We also make each other laugh. We love to tease and flirt.
And we definitely have chemistry. And I want him to know that I want all of this to continue, I want to be a part of it, I appreciate that he’s not going to let my dad be an issue.
And I’m all in.
I strip my dress up over my head and toss it on the back of the four-wheeler. I’m completely naked, fully exposed, letting it literally all hang out.
“She’d take what she wants,” I tell him.” And she’d tell him that he’s the best she’s ever had.” I pause. “In every way. Not just the sex.”
“Mia,” he says gruffly.
I shift forward and take his cock in hand. I lift up, positioning him at my entrance. “And she’d tell him that she’s so very, very glad to be with him here like this, and she hopes that it’s just the beginning.”
“I’m—”
But whatever he was going to say is cut off as I lower myself onto his length.
We both moan. He’s big. Perfect. He stretches me, fills me, makes my damn toes actually curl.
“Oh God,” I breathe.
“Jesus,” he grits out. “Are you okay?”
“I’ve never been better.”
“Well, let’s see if we can do something about making the next few minutes even better.”
Then he lifts, then lowers me.
And oh my God.
Then he does it again. And again.
I feel absolutely wanton with the summer breeze lifting my hair, my breasts bouncing, completely filled up and surrounded by David Bennett. And I want this to go on forever.
But it absolutely is not going to; I already feel my orgasm building again.
“Oh my God, David. I’m going to come again.”
