When he’s an instant from exploding, I cradle his balls in my hands and massage them, finger pressing along his taint, and I take him deep, until his cock pushes against my throat, and I pulse there, deep to deeper, to the edge of my comfort.
He comes, then.
I feel it, a hot thick rush down my throat.
“Ohfuckwhat?” He curls up a little. “Ohhhh….shit. Rin…fuck…fuck!”
He flops back to the bed as I drain him, pulling back to suck and bob around the head, plunging one hand around his cock hard and fast, milking the orgasm out of him while I continue to play with and massage his balls with the other, fingering his taint and cradling the heavy softness of his balls.
Another burst floods my mouth, and I swallow it, tongue the head as yet more surges out of him. I pull away and stroke him, mouth open, his cock resting on my tongue for him to watch—he spurts once more onto my tongue, and then he’s done. I lick him, then. Suck every last drop out of him, feathering light caresses up and down his erection.
He’s gasping, chest heaving.
I don’t stop until his cock is a soft comma on his belly.
Crawling up his body, I rest my chin on his chest. “Hi.”
“Holy fuck, darling.” His voice is ragged, utterly destroyed.
“I love you.”
His eyes open and he looks at me. “I fucking love you so much.”
I stare at him, the snarling, rabid need inside me blazing from my eyes. “How much?”
He levers upright, throwing me backward, throwing the blankets off. I’m on my back before I know what’s happening, and his mouth is on me. Despite the sudden assault, his tongue is exquisitely gentle, probing up my seam. Tasting me, testing me. Sliding into me, slithering between my lips. I let my thighs fall open, and he lays in front of me with my legs over his shoulder, and he devours me. Slowly, eagerly. With consummate skill, taking his time to build me to the edge, only to slow and let me sink away from it. Then, when his tongue has swirled and probed and his lips have suckled my clit until I’m hovering at the edge, he slides his thick strong fingers into me and I scream over the peak for the first time. He keeps me there, his tongue wild and fervent and tireless, flicking side to side with my thrashing, licking upward with my bucking hips. I grab his hair and hold him in place, and I ride his mouth, lifting my ass clear off the mattress to get more from his mouth.
A second climax is hard on the heels of the first, but it’s a precursor only. He slows and lets me build once more to the threshold of the third, edging me away and back to it until I’m mad with desperation to finally hit it.
This is when he does something new.
In between licking me and fingering my opening, keeping me hovering right under the edge, he puts a bead of his saliva on his tongue, and I groan, knowing what he’s going to do.
His mouth on my clit, three fingers inside me, he presses that saliva-smeared middle finger to my asshole. I spread wider for him, relax for his touch. Welcome it. It’s slow at first, easing and pushing. He spits on his finger again and smears it on me, and now his touch slides inside me, filling in both places.
I come with a scream so loud my throat aches.
He is relentless, then. Dragging every last ounce of orgasm out of me, keeping me thrashing and bucking on the wave of climax, his fingers pulsing in and out of both of my holes.
I come until I’m limp.
Hoarse.
And then finally, he releases me.
I whimper when I lose his touch inside me.
“Turnabout…is fair play,” I gasp. “Right?”
He laughs. “It is indeed.”
“Go wash your hands.”
He goes. Washes his hands thoroughly, several times.
When he returns, his erection is bobbing at half-mast. As he nears me, still sprawled naked on the bed, half-mast becomes full-mast. Simply looking at me.
God, so beautiful.
