MILK AND COOKIES
DALTON
It’s not that a lot of women have snubbed me for my sexual tastes. In fact, many of them have been into it. But every now and then in the past, I met someone who just was not down for what I was proposing. No judgment on my part. I mean, it sucked sometimes, but I’m a grown man. Rejection is what it is. No use crying over spilt lube.
But this is different. This is Lacy. And I’ve wanted her for so long that I’m pretty sure rejection from her would wound me in a big way. Which is why I’m as happy as a kid on Christmas Eve night waiting for the big guy to show up.
Though, that’s not far from the truth. It is Christmas Eve night, and I am waiting for someone to come. And there is a big bag of toys.
When approaching, ahem, back-door stuff for the first time with someone, I’m always gentle. It’s really not the sort of thing you rush into. So when I find Lacy staring up at me expectantly and having just agreed to let me plug her, I step back to the bag and grab a small bottle of lube, just in case.
After laying both down at the edge of the bed, I stretch my hand out to her. We’re both still naked, the water from the hot tub mostly dried. Lacy’s hair is still pinned up and damp around the edges. Even so, she’s a vision. Over the years, I’ve seen her all dressed up and decked out with makeup and fancy hair. I’ve also seen her in a ratty T-shirt with her hair slung up on her head and a bare face. It didn’t take long to determine that it doesn’t matter what she does, she’s beautiful.
And side note, even though I’ve seen her in very small bikinis on summer holidays, there’s something wholly satisfying about finally seeing her completely uncovered.
As she walks toward me, my eyes bounce from her tits to the apex of her legs and back up again. Now in the light of the room, I can see her more clearly than in the hot tub. Her soft pink nipples are so perfect, and I ache to put them back into my mouth. She’s shaved bare, which I guess I should’ve expected considering some of the bathing suit bottoms I know she owns. But still—seeing it for myself, feeling it against me—it’s as perfect as I always dreamed it would be.
As she reaches me, I take her face into my palms and kiss her gently on the lips. I pepper more across her cheeks and against her jawline. Her breathing becomes shallow and quick, and I’ve only barely begun to touch her.
Pulling back, I look down into her eyes. Her normally honey-colored irises appear darker now and a little hazy. She almost looks a little drunk.
“Get on your knees, Lacy,” I say, growling. “I want to feel the back of your throat with my cock before I plug you.”
If I expect to see surprise in her expression, I don’t. Her lips part ever so slightly as she obeys, dropping to her knees without a moment of hesitation.
She looks up at me once she’s in position. Her long, thick eyelashes hood her eyes, casting shadows over the highest part of her cheeks. She licks her lips without breaking eye contact, her mouth hovering inches away from my head.
Lacy presses her hot wet tongue flat against the underside of my shaft and licks upward over and over again. Goddamn, it’s not even all the way in her mouth and it feels fucking amazing.
A groan escapes the back of my throat as my eyes roll back. I keep my hands to my sides, trying against all lack of self-control to let her take the lead with this particular interaction. I’m curious as to what kind of lover she is when given the reins.
After several more teasing licks, Lacy sucks me into her mouth and doesn’t stop until the whole of me disappears all the way to the base.
“Ah, fuck,” I say on a sharp exhale.
Just as quickly as my dick disappeared, she’s back to licking again. And then, another plunging suck. She’s a fucking tease, is what she is. The goddamn devil.
She grips me tightly just above my balls as she begins pumping me over and over while she swirls circles around the tip of me.
And just like that, she’s plunging me back down her throat. Only this time, she keeps me there, sucking me hard in rhythm with her hand pumping. Her free hand comes up to cradle my balls and the sensation is exquisite. Jesus. The sucking, pumping, and cupping all in tandem is sending shockwaves down to my toes.
“Fuck, Lace,” I say. “Your mouth feels so good, baby.” I look down at her, delighted to see a bit of teary black mascara streaking down her left cheek. “Are you wet for me, baby? Does sucking my cock make your pussy wet for me?”
She lets out a moan against me, and I know an agreeable sex noise when I hear one.
Reaching one hand down, I grab a handful of hair, quickly pumping into her mouth several more times before pulling her up to her feet and backing her up to sit on the bed.
I use the pads of my thumbs to wipe away her tears, gently kissing her swollen mouth. It’s important for me to mix in soft moments with the more intense ones. I like the juxtaposition.
“Back up onto a pillow.” I direct her back and make sure she’s in a comfortable position before barking out more orders.
“Spread your legs,” I say, still standing at the edge of the bed. I pump my dick slowly a few times as I watch her open for me. A goddamn vision, I tell you. Absolute perfection.
My eyes run over her pebbled nipples, down her soft stomach, and land on her center. I can tell from here it’s slick with want.
“Touch yourself,” I say.
Lacy drops one hand between her legs and rubs circles over her clit before pressing two fingers into herself. Her shoulders relax as she sinks into the sensations she’s creating.
She bites her bottom limp as a whimper escapes her, and I swear to Christ, I could probably come watching her just like this.
I grab a condom from the bag, collecting the plug and lube as well, before I crawl between her parted legs.
Her breathing turns ragged, her chest rising and falling faster than before. I can tell she’s so close.
“Don’t come,” I say. “You don’t get to come yet.”
Lacy whimpers as her hand slows, looking at me like she could blow any second. There’s a begging to her expression, a needful pouting, and I decide this is a pouting I can live with.
After depositing the supplies next to her, I flatten my body on the bed, adjusting so my mouth is dangerously close to where her hand is rubbing.
I blow hot air over her and watch as she arches her back, pushing herself toward me.
“What do you want?” I ask, blowing again.
Again she bucks her hips toward me.
I use a single finger, starting at the inner part of her knee and trailing up. I draw a chain of loops all the way until my finger gets to her entrance and then very deliberately hover there, giving her the lightest touch but not entering her.
“Dalton, please,” she says, moaning.
“What. Do. You. Want?” I ask again, punctuating each word so that she knows I’m not moving until she tells me.
“Kiss me,” she says.
“Where?” My lips pull up into the smallest, most devious grin I can manage.
“Right there,” she says, arching her back again.
“No, Lacy. You have to say it.”
“Kiss my pussy,” she says, her hand stopping so she can point. “Right there.”
“That’s my girl,” I say, lowering my mouth to her.
I press my closed lips flush against her clit as she yells out. Go ahead and scream, baby. No one can hear you.
I suck her into my mouth, lapping my tongue right where I know she wants it.
Lacy’s hands fall to grip the sheet beneath us as she hooks her leg behind my head to pull me in closer.
My tongue flicks at her over and over again until she’s bucking against me so hard her ass isn’t even against the mattress anymore.
My mischievous finger slides into her slowly, and her eyes dart open.
“Oh my god, Dalton. I’m going to come,” she says, whimpering.
I don’t want to stop what I’m doing to give her permission, so I press my mouth into her harder, pulling her into me, flicking my tongue and sucking and nibbling. The pads of my fingers grip her, press into the soft flesh of her thighs as I hang on to her so she can’t pull away.
I feel her fall over the edge, screaming out as her legs stiffen, her body jolting side to side.
“Oh my god, Dalton,” she yells, her legs practically a vise around my head.
Her body shudders again and again as she rides out her orgasm to the end, bucking against me, but she can’t get away.
I don’t know what it’s like to be a woman, to experience a woman’s orgasm. But I have to imagine, given the biology, that it’s an apex of sensation both delicious and always almost too much.
And I fucking love that I just did that to her.