“I’m ok,” I whisper back. “Go back to sleep, JJ.”
His warm hand coasts over me, dropping to my hip, the slight touch of his fingertips over my skin is enough to spark a deep thrum of electricity all over me.
“Sleep?” he mutters, like it’s a dirty word and a bad idea. “You think I wanna sleep when I have your hot little body next to mine?”
Before I can answer, I feel something grow and bloom between us, a hard, thick line pressing into my belly. I giggle and take a peek under the comforter. “Does Mister Midnight ever stay down?”
“Jesus.” Jay runs a hand over his face, chuckling. “At least my dick has moved up from JJ Junior.” He rolls his eyes to the heavens. “And no, he doesn’t stay down around you for long.”
“Oh, it’s definitely up,” I laugh, walking my fingers down his ripped chest, which is carved like stone and feels as hard as his cock under my touch. “This body was built for all kinds of sin,” I go on, my fingertips descend to trace the gateway to his god of thunder as I pause at his ribs. “And I’m glad I excite him.”
“You’ve got no idea.” He lifts his arm as I slide closer, my hand dusting over his warm skin and over his chiseled abs, feeling the plains of his muscles along the way. I love every second of exploring his abs, and now I want to explore something else with my mouth. My fingers circle over that sexy smattering of hair below his belly button to my goal, trailing over his throbbing head. He hisses as my hand grabs a hold of hissizable, impressive length that seems to grow in my grasp, not wanting to waste any time. He rips the comforter down to our hips and flicks his eyes down to where my hand is connected to him, making the sexiest groan in his throat all the while.
“Fuck,” he mutters as I rub my thumb over his damp crown, feeling that sexy slit that I’m soon to taste, along with the drop of pre-cum. My fingers curl around that healthy girth I love so much, feeling the ridges and plains of its entirety as I tug it towards me.
“I want to taste you,” I murmur, not even knowing what has come over me in the gall stakes, but my desire for him is taking over everything. I feel giddy letting him know what I want. The hum of my lust filled haze lulls a soft tune all over my body, a vibration that’s coming from my core and roping in anything it touches. I’m all in for wanting to feel his sweet surrender in the back of my throat.
“Baby,” he moans, the throb of his length that I’m holding tells me everything I need to know, and only encourages me to take the lead and let my mouth have my way with him. Nudging him over onto his back, he falls on the pillow and looks up at me, still looking dreamy and half asleep, a cute, sexy smile dusting over his lips. “I want you so fucking much. You’re such a good girl.”
I tuck my lip behind my teeth as I smile, wondering what he tastes like, and excited that I’m about to find out. I straddle over his body and shimmy myself down, kissing his body in soft, sensuous waves as his hands run through my hair, my hard nipples dragging over his chest and stomach as I slide down. My hand never stops working him over, gripping that sexy monster, my mind temporarily forgetting the dynamics of how this is going to work. How far am I going to be able to take him in without choking?
My forehead presses into his lower belly, and Mr. Midnight himself nudges me on the chin. I giggle and squeeze him that bit tighter. “Eager,” I say, taking my first swipe. My tongue finds its own way to his swollen, leaking tip, just begging to be sucked.
He jerks forward in a lurch as I lick, hissing all the while, his body suddenly rigid from my touch. “So fucking eager,” he groans as I wrap my lips around him like it’s a present, sucking that bulging tip into the warmth of my mouth and letting it expand as I push down. “J, that feels so—fuck!”
I smile around my mouthful,fuckseems to be his word du jour when we’re like this. And it sounds so sexy on him. My body hums even more that I turn him on like this, that he wants this just as much as I do. He’s enjoying everything I’m doing to him.
I move my hand up and down his girth in the same beat as my mouth, my tongue feeling the underside of him. His salty juices are my new favorite elixir that I know I’m not going to be able to get enough of.
My eyes flick up to his and he’s watching me with intense, hooded eyes, his mouth parted, his jaw slackened.
“Fuck, that’s it, Babe. You’re taking me so well.”
Encouraged, I slide further over his gloriousness and twirl my tongue around his entire length, taking and tasting every last inch of him. I feel him start to slowly rock his hips as I play, my mouth lubricating itself on every bob of my head. Every time his cock slides out and immediately back into the warmth of my awaiting mouth and throat, it feels so sexy and so damned dirty.
I can feel him hitting the back of me, and while it may bring sweet tears to my eyes, I’m not going to gag. Oh, no. I’m going all the way. The only prisoner here is Mr. Midnight, because I’m not letting him go until he’s sent his sweet release cascading down my throat. And I have a feeling that isn’t going to take all that long.
We find a sumptuous rhythm, Jay’s hips rock against my mouth and the back of my throat as I bend my knees, pushing myself up slightly, letting my breasts hang between us. My nipples, stimulated by rubbing against the balled up comforter, rucked up underneath me. Jay opens his legs wider, his hip motions ticking up a notch as I move faster over him, my hand keeping up with my sucking ministrations.
“Baby, I’m gonna?—”
Sparks ignite low in my belly as I hear Jay’s breathing change, I can feel myself dripping with need from between my legs. I squeeze my eyes shut and devour him as if he were my last meal, one I’ve been starved and deprived of. The frenzy builds, burning like an unquenchable inferno that can’t possibly be put out.
Our juices tango, coating my hand in a heady concoction, my mouth not being able to stop devouring him, taking him for all he’s worth.
I feel his hips pull back, like he’s about to yank himself free from my mouth and my grasp, but I keep a firm hold, determined where I want him to shoot his load.
“Last chance,” his voice is a strangled cry at my relentless work of sucking him off. It wouldn’t take much for me to get used to this.
“I’m—Jade—fuck—I’m?—”
He stiffens even more below me, and I feel the pulse from down the line of his thick cock, the rumbling of a volcano about to erupt. Then, the succulent echo of his orgasm reigns out in a deep, primal groan. “Ohhhh, Jade, fuuuuck,” his voice trails off as his hot seed hits the back of my throat and I ride him through the wave. A continuous shudder runs through his body as he fully lets go and frees himself, unloading every last drop he has to offer. And I lap it up with vigor because he’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.
Finally, we both come to a lull and I feel his body soften back onto the mattress, his head imprints into the pillow and I slowly but surely drag my lips over his very warm, bulging length. I lick along the lines of his perfection, pausing at the head to catch any last drops. Lifting my head to release his dick, it bobs against his abdomen. I cast my eyes up at him as he stares downward while I swallow and lick off any access that adorns my lips with a sweep of my tongue.
“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, his voice gruff and sexily rugged. I’ve never quite heard it like this before. I crawl up his body and lay myself flat like a pancake over the top of him. The warmth between us is hotter than an electric blanket.
“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen on a morning,” I tell him, nuzzling almost shyly into his chest. Hiding my face against the chiseled muscles that meet me, my left cheek pressing into his flesh and my lips feeling the buzz of the work I just did. “And I just had to do that.”
