“Youshouldfeel good about yourself, Chance.”
I let heat spark in my eyes, and circle her ankle with one hand. “Speaking of feelin’ good…” I haul her slowly backward toward me by her ankle. “Think it’s your turn to see Jesus.”
She twists onto her back as I drag her toward me. “Chance, I just wanted to—”
“And you did. Now it’s my turn.” Her ass comes to rest on my chest, her feet on my shoulders, and I trace a finger down her seam—she’s soaked with pungent desire. “Feelin’ hungry, mama. Need to eat.”
Her eyes go hooded, flutter, close briefly. “Chance…” it’s a breath. A plea.
“You this turned on by suckin’ me off?” I ask, trailing my finger between her lips, gathering essence and smearing it onto her clit. “Fuckin’ soaked, baby.”
“Yes,” she gasps. “I’ve always liked giving head, but with you…” she pauses to moan, biting down on her lower lip as I tease her clit, slide my finger inside her, back to her clit. “With you, I…oh fuck, that feels good—with you, god, making you feel that good turns me on like crazy.”
I grasp her wrists and pull her upright to sit on my lap, sitting upright to meet her. She gazes down at me through a curtain of ringlets, eyes heavy-lidded with desire, cheeks flushed. Her breasts hang in front of my face, overfull, heavy, perfectly tear-drop shaped, nipples hard and erect and begging for my mouth. I oblige, fisting her hair and cupping one breast as I flick my tongue against the other. She moans, gasps, cups my head against her.
The intoxicating scent of her need-drenched pussy beckons, a siren song I cannot resist—and don’t try to. I lie back down and pull her up my body until her sex is above my face. She tucks her shins under her butt and gazes down at me, her hands resting on her thighs. I hold her eyes as I bring my mouth over her opening, and watch with eager delight as her eyes slide shut and her brow furrows and her mouth hangs open.
At first, I just kiss her sex, my mouth fusing to her lips and tasting her essence. She writhes, moaning. “Please, oh god, Chance, I love your mouth. Eat me, baby.”
I rumble a laugh, and give her a flick with my tongue, my laugh turning to a pleased groan when her sex floods with a renewed torrent of need, soaking my mouth. Another flick with my tongue, and a hungry slide of my lips.
She grinds against my mouth, throwing her head back with a loud whimper. “Chance, god, fuck, yes, yes. You like the way my pussy tastes, baby? You love it as much as I love your cock?”
God, her dirty talk makes me crazy. My cock stiffens as I taste her, listen to beautiful dirty encouragement drops from her mouth. She cups her breasts, lifts them and lets them drop, then pinches her nipples and twists hard.
I growl my affirmation, showing her how much I love her pussy instead of answering with words. I devour her, then. Mercilessly, I ravage her clit with my tongue, build her to the quivering cusp of climax and then slow, mouthing her lips and kissing her sex and teasing her until she’s writhing and grinding with frustrated desperation. And then I send her flying all over again.
I run my palms up her belly and grasp her heavy tits—she grips my hands and presses them against her breasts as if forcing me to play with them. I twist and pinch and flick her nipples, caress the pendulous delicious weight of them, and I edge her closer to orgasm and back away, again and again. I torture her this way, to the edge and then stopping, until she’s mad and wild with need.
Her eyes are blazing, her hips ceaselessly grinding her sex on my mouth. “Chance, goddammit, please—please let me come. I can’t take it anymore. I need to come, baby. Please.”
I pinch her nipples until she cries out in protest, and at that moment, I send her over the edge, thrashing her clit with my tongue until I feel her tumble into climax. Her spine arches and her head flings back, shoving her tits forward and roughly scraping her pussy against my mouth with desperate force.
“Oh fuck, ohfuck, Chance, yes—yes, fuck yes—oh my fucking god I love you I love you I love you, don’t stop, baby, please fuck don’t ever stop!”
And then she can only scream, riding my mouth hard and fast, her hands in her hair as I pinch and release her nipples in time with her thrusting sex.
Finally, she can come no more and slumps, gasping, shaking all over. Sliding down my body, she cups my face in trembling hands. “Chance. Oh my god, honey.” She wipes at my mouth, giggling, and then kisses me, a deep, slow, thorough kiss, her tongue sweeping my mouth. Breaking, she rests her forehead on mine. “Wow. Just...wow.”
Lifting up with palms braced on my chest, she gazes down at me. Speaks not a word, but reaches between her thighs, finding my aching, straining cock. She fits me between her lips, hesitates a beat, another…and then impales herself on my cock, taking me to the hilt in one slow slide of her wet, hot sex.
She leans forward, breasts smashed flat on my chest, cups my face, kisses me, and sets a rolling rhythm of her hips. Her mouth never leaves mine, sometimes kissing and sometimes just breathing with me, our breaths mated, heartbeats in synch. I meet her rolling rhythm with rough thrusts of my own, gripping her hips and pushing and pulling. Her whimpers fill my mouth, my ragged grunts huff into hers.
Everything before this was discovery, release, exploration, connection. This is something else. There’s no desperation, no hurry, no chase to completion, no tangling or rolling or shifting positions. No dirty words, no filthy exhortations. Not even declarations of love, or gasps of encouragement.
Just our bodies uniting, our souls merging. Her, and me, becoming us.
I feel her quaking above me, and I wrap my arms around her shoulders and waist and crush her to me, claim her mouth in a wet hungry kiss. She spasms around me, and sobs into the kiss but doesn’t break it, and I let my own release build and explode in perfect harmony with hers. My bones turn to jelly, my veins liquefying into raw flowing heat. Our movements are as one, climax into climax, sobs mating with groans, gasps marrying with grunts.
It is endless.
Time is nothing. We come together for an age, an eternity.
And when it’s over, we lie together, still joined, breathing together in the dawn silence.
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