I slide my hand lower, cupping his balls, then touch the tip of his cock. There’s a bead of precum on my finger now.
He pulls my hand out of his pants. “You have to stop. I don’t want to…not yet.” He drops his head to kiss me again, his black hair making a curtain around us, and slides a third finger inside me.
I accidentally bite his lip, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He keeps slowly kissing me and pleasuring me with his hand, and I’m spiraling upward, but not fast enough. I moan in frustration.
And that’s when he shifts down my body so his head is between my legs.
I’m glad it’s dark. It sounds weird to put it into words, but I’m a bit self-conscious about how I look…down there, although I’ve always liked receiving oral sex. But my labia aren’t terribly symmetrical, and while certain articles I’ve found on Google claim this is normal, I’m still a bit insecure. So it’s nice that Taylor can’t see very well right now, can only touch me.
When the tip of his tongue meets my clit, my whole body jerks. He runs his tongue over my entrance before sliding two fingers inside me again, and this time when he licks my clit, I’m practically sobbing. I feel unhinged. My hands cup his face before sinking into his hair, and I buck against him because I just can’t help it. He moves his fingers quickly and roughly inside me, and it’s painfully good.
I want to come with him, for him, over and over. I barely know what I’m doing, what I’m saying, as I writhe against him, chasing my release.
Then it’s here, consuming me, making everything contract and then expand.
He lifts his head and smiles a slow, devastating smile that I can feel in my chest. I smile back at him. I was chilly when we got here, but now, I feel like I’m enveloped in warmth.
“Shall we move to the floor?” Taylor asks. “More room. We’ll put down the blanket.”
I nod in agreement and shed the rest of my clothes as he spreads the blanket out on the floor. He, too, removes the remainder of his clothes before getting onto the blanket with me.
I can’t help wanting a taste of him. I kneel between his legs, and he leans back as I take the head of his cock into my mouth, then quickly release it and lick down the shaft.
The way he’s gripping the blanket in his fist practically does me in. If I could come without being touched—unlikely, but if I could—it would be from touching Taylor. From his response to me.
“Do you have a condom in your pocket?” I ask. I have condoms, but they’re in my bag, and sure, it’s only a few meters away, but that seems very far right now.
He reaches into his discarded pants and removes a condom. Then he opens up the package and rolls it on, and my anticipation ratchets up to an almost painful degree.
I lie down on my back, and he kneels between my legs, giving his sheathed cock a few strokes. God, it’s hot to see him touch himself, but I think I’ll combust if he’s not inside me in two seconds.
Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait any longer. He positions himself between my legs and pushes partially inside. I sit up a little because I love the visual of it. His cock disappearing into my body, the dark thatch of hair at the base. I’ve gotten myself off while imagining him sliding into me, but it still wasn’t as good as the real thing.
“Okay?” he asks.
I nod and reach out to stroke his arm as he pushes all the way in. He watches my face as he pulls out then thrusts inside again, deeper than before, and my orgasm catches me completely off guard. I never come this fast from penetrative sex, and now I’m a sobbing, writhing wreck on the floor in front of the fire.
“Did you…?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I somehow manage to say. “Yeah.”
I haven’t had sex in a while, but I don’t think it’s my imagination: this—us—is a little different.
He holds himself still inside me as he bends over and places tender kisses on my nose, my cheeks, the spot on my neck that he bit earlier. My collarbone. The tip of my shoulder. It’s too much; I can barely stand it.
But I wouldn’t dream of asking him to stop.
He rolls his hips against mine, gradually picking up his pace, and I can’t think at all. I’m lost, floating, yet very present in my body at the same time. Present in this moment with him. He feels fucking incredible, and he gives me a crooked smile, looking like he’s just so damn delighted to be here with me. When I squeeze his dick with my inner muscles, that smile turns into something more like ecstasy, and I revel in his reactions.
He presses the length of his chest against mine and starts moving faster, his heavy breath against my ear, grunting as he finishes inside me.
I feel like I can conquer anything.
But not right now. Not this very minute. I just want to lie here by the fire with him.
He rolls onto his side, and I hold him from behind. He laughs, even though we haven’t spoken, even though I’m doing nothing that would tickle him, but I get it. I kinda want to laugh, too, and I like putting him in this giddy, post-sex state.
Yeah, I want to do that again. I haven’t gotten him out of my system yet.
