Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
MAX
I’ve tasted a lot of pussy in my life, but Cari’s is by far my favorite.
It’s not only the way she tastes, but the way she lights up with her whole body.
She lets her body take control during sex, never holding back with her sounds, movements, or anything.
Her legs wrap around my head, and her hand is tugging on my hair as I lick up and down her pussy.
Lapping up her sweetness, I slide my tongue inside her for a brief second before focusing on her clit. I suck on it, flicking my tongue back and forth dangerously slow. It’s dangerous because I know how badly she wants me to make her cum, and this is going to prolong it.
“Fuck me harder, please,” Cari begs from above. I can hear how it pains her to have to beg for it, but that only spurs me on.
I open my eyes, glancing up through Cari’s stomach, and she’s sitting up, gripping the sheets with her empty hand.
Her eyes are scrunched closed, as if she has a headache.
But I know better; she’s trying to figure out how to make this go faster.
She’s grinding her pussy on my face, but that only makes me move my tongue slower.
I want to see her come undone, but I want to savor this. She groans, falling back onto the bed, and I speed up slightly. Her wetness slips down my chin, soaking my entire face.
“Please, Honey.” She moans again. Fuck. I’ve missed hearing her call me that; something about it makes me want to listen to her.
“I think I want to get something.” I stand up suddenly, causing her to groan.
“What!?” she gasps.
“You’ll like it, just be patient, babe.”
I look in the bottom of my dresser for the strap. I haven’t worn it in a while, so it isn’t anywhere convenient. Getting out of my jeans and flannel, but leaving my briefs and t-shirt on, I put my clothes to the side.
The strap is clean, so I start putting it on and watch as Cari’s face lights up. She’s watching it like it’s real, a full eight inches begging to be inside her. Her hand falls down her stomach and grazes her pussy. She rubs herself delicately, like she’s a bomb she’s afraid to set off.
Her eyes don’t leave my body and I pull off my t-shirt, leaving me just in a sports bra, but she moans. You’d think I was wearing Victoria’s Secret lingerie with the way she is looking hungrily at me.
“Now get on your back and let me fuck my girlfriend.” I like the way the word easily falls off my tongue. And I like the way it sounds.
Cari slides back on the bed, her naked body looking like a Greek masterpiece.
I saunter over to the bed, ready to fuck her into tomorrow.
Usually, we did it with her on top, or on all fours.
But I want her on her back this time so I can see her face.
Watching her as she reaches her peak and the glorious sounds she makes.
She spreads her thighs as I climb onto the bed, and I groan as I see how soaked she is. Her pussy is glistening with wetness, dripping on my sheets.
“Fuck, your pussy is dripping for me, babe,” I moan.
“It’s missed you.” She bites her bottom lip as I hook her legs on either side of my hips and get closer to her center.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you, but I want to hear you. If you like something, I want your sounds to tell me, got it?” I ask, waiting for her consent. I am so fucking glad my roommates aren’t home to hear any of this today.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” She nods quickly.
I run the tip of the strap up her wet pussy, watching and listening as she moans for me. I know how bad she wants it and I’m not going to torture her, but I want to have a little fun.
I pull back, coating my fingers with her wetness, then rubbing them down the strap.
Once it is nice and wet, I tease her entrance, brushing the tip across her clit.
I pull back just before sliding fully into her.
Cari gasps, her body lifting off the bed as she moans my name.
I slide out just to pound into her again.
“YES!” she cries, as I thrust my hips back and forth inside her.
She’s struggling to keep her eyes open to watch me, but I can’t take mine off her. She’s so fucking beautiful, her tits bouncing around, her curves on full display, and knowing they are all mine? Somehow, I have turned into this possessive person. I don’t want to share my girl with anyone else.
I slide the strap in and out of her body, listening to the wet sounds it makes. Her pussy is leaking more as I fuck her. She’s gripping the sheets, moaning and gasping. Her breathing starts to pick up and I can tell she’s close.
As much as I think about pulling out and teasing her again, I decide to be nice and let her cum. Watching her face as her breathing quickens and her cheeks redden. Her thighs begin to shake, and I make sure I don’t change the pace. Brushing my thumb across her clit, Cari comes screaming my name.
“OH MY GOD! MAX! MAX!”
Our neighbors three blocks away can probably hear her, but I don’t care. It’s too fucking hot to see her come undone like that.
I pull out as she bats the strap away, her eyes closed and struggling to catch her breath. I go to the kitchen, grab her a glass of water and bring it to her. Sitting up, she drinks the whole thing, and I place the glass on the nightstand.
“I’m going to need a minute…or ten,” she says quietly.
“Take all the time you need.” I slide off the strap and head to the bathroom to clean it. I don’t like it being used on me, so we are probably done with it, for now anyway.
I climb into bed, wrapping the blanket around both of our bodies, spooning her.
She nudges her body into mine, and I wrap my arm around her.
She relaxes, and I start playing with her hair.
Twirling a curl around the length of my finger before adding another.
Her chest rises and lowers with each breath, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was falling asleep.
So, I play with her hair and stay quiet, hoping she’ll fall asleep in my arms.
“You let me fall asleep!?” She gasps. But then, turning around, she realizes she’s jolted me awake as well. “Well, apparently, we both needed it.”
“I wanted to feel you in my arms,” I admit. It’s hard for me to say some of these things out loud, but I know how much it means to Cari, so I’m making an effort.
“You wanted us to sleep?” Cari asks softly.
“Yeah, I wanted it.” I know the impact of what she’s asking. So many fights in the past of not letting her stay over or leaving the moment we were done hooking up. But this is different, and I am on a mission to show her how different.
“It was nice,” she admits shyly, turning to face me. She has sleepy lines on the side of her face from sleeping on her hands, the outline of one of her rings imprinted on her cheek. I reach out to touch it and she laughs.
“What?” I ask.
“I know I probably have marks on my face; it happens whenever I nap,” she groans.
“It’s cute, it’s like seeing your hands in an artifact. It happens more to babies I think because they get much better sleep than us.”
“See, people always say that, but have you ever seen a baby sleep? Or talked to the parents of a newborn? Babies sleep like absolute shit. Unless it’s the middle of the day,” Cari rambles on.
“Oh, I don’t know much about babies.” I shrug. “Why do people always say that then?” I scrunch my eyebrows together.
“I don’t know! It’s something I’ve always wondered.” Cari laughs.
Cari moves closer, leans in, and kisses me. Her lips are no longer covered in lip gloss. Her hand lies on my arm until she traces her fingers over one of my tattoos.
We’re still kissing, but I can feel her hand moving toward my breasts.
She slips under my bra and grabs my breast. Groaning into her mouth, she smiles against my lips.
Playing with my piercing, she teases my nipple before flicking the bar.
I clench my jaw, sliding my leg in between her thighs and getting her body closer to mine.
“I want this off,” Cari says, pulling away to tug on my bra.
I sit up, pushing it above my head and tossing it across the room.
Cari’s mouth goes to them instantly, and I fall back into the pillows as she straddles me.
Her thighs crush my hips as she bends over to suck on my nipples.
It’s embarrassing, but I’ve cum from just tit play before.
With how long it’s been, not to mention how turned on I am, I’m worried it might happen right now.
I’m moaning and gasping as she’s flicking her tongue over both of them. Using her hand to play with the other.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. I reach for Cari and rub my hands up the sides of her arm. I am desperate to touch any part of her. I just need to feel that connection.
Cari moves her lips from my nipples up to my lips. Kissing me for just a brief second before she keeps moving lower. I usually take control when we have sex, but I want to explore something new with her. So, I let her have the power here.
I’m watching her body as she moves over me, kissing and touching every inch of my skin.
She finally gets to my pussy and rubs her palm over the front of my briefs.
Groaning, I know she can feel how wet I am.
It’s not a secret, but I am embarrassingly close to finishing.
She has every nerve in my body ready at full attention, and I feel like I am going to explode.
“I’m going to taste you until I hear you screaming this time, Honey,” she whispers, looking up at me with her blue eyes, darkened with desire.
“Holy fuck, yes please.” I groan. She is fucking killing me, which only assures me how good this is going to be.
Cari bends down, her ass in the air while she licks my pussy. Her fingers dance across my clit as she licks up and down my core. My clit is so swollen; I am so fucking sensitive.
“That’s my girl,” I praise as she sucks lightly in between licks.
She hums in pleasure and raises the pressure just a bit.
Almost reading my mind that I need more.
But she isn’t, Cari just knows my body and the things I like.
She’s always paid attention to my needs, even when I didn’t want her to.
At least I wasn’t so stupid that I lost her without the chance of getting her back.
I would’ve beat myself up forever if I had.
She fucks me in a way that makes me feel safe and taken care of. A final flick of her fingers across my nipple piercings is what sends me over the edge. Her tongue lapping up every drop of me as I come, also screaming her name.