Chapter 25 WESTLEY
Maevyn shrieks in surprise as I grip both ankles and pin them beside my head, her arse thrust to the ceiling and her pussy open to me, mine for the taking.
“Holy shit.” She looks over her shoulder at me, face flushed and eyes wide. “You’re just gonna manhandle me into any position you want?”
I run my palms over her arse cheeks. “Too much?” I ask.
“I’m surprisingly into it.”
Smug pride has me smiling. “That’s because you know I’ll look after you.”
“Sounds like you’re talking too much to prove it.” Maevyn wiggles slowly in front of my face, inviting my hands to smack both arse cheeks and squeeze, opening her further to me. Her pussy still glistens from her earlier release.
Her dark gaze is stuck on me as I flatten my tongue against her opening and slowly lap up until I reach her arsehole. She shudders with a gasp, her eyelashes fluttering in bliss.
I slowly work my tongue over her, up and down, then dip inside her cunt. Her hips rock over me, hesitantly, as if she’s not sure she should. With a firm grip on her arse, I encourage the movements, rubbing her over my mouth and marking her with my beard.
“Jesus. It feels so good,” she cries as her forehead drops against my thigh.
I smooth a hand over her arse, then smack her again, making her shudder and moan.
“I bet you’d like it more with my cock in your mouth,” I say between licks, then I pull away. Reaching my other hand down to her chin.
With a thumb tracing over her bottom lip, I tell her, “Open wide, baby.”
Her body lurches back with a shiver, but she leans up on one hand, picks up my cock with the other, and swallows me deep.
My hips tilt up, chasing the warmth before the need possesses me. It feels as though a red haze clouds my vision, and I circle both arms around her lower back, haul her pussy to my mouth, and feed.
Maevyn moans around my cock as I continue to pull her against me, my mouth and tongue practically singing incantations over her cunt and up to her arse as she screams a garbled mess of encouragement.
Her hand teases my balls as she suctions her mouth around me, bobbing up and down until my thoughts are scattered and all I can comprehend is the feel of her naked body against mine. I’m convinced nothing before has ever felt so right.
She fucks herself over my mouth, making tingles run up my legs. My release is coming. I don’t want this to end, but fuck, do I want to give in.
I run a hand all the way up her back until I can bury my fingers in her hair.
Maevyn pops off my cock with a sigh. “Ahhh, fuck, Wes.”
Her rocking hips turn clumsy for a moment, lost to the high before she hurriedly sucks me again with more frantic desperation.
I stroke the back of her head, gripping the strands as she works my cock, the other locked over her arse, holstering her pussy to my face.
I don’t want her going anywhere until I have her next orgasm dripping down my chin.
The whole room is engulfed with the sounds of our pleasure and the scent of raw need, and goddamn do I need more. More of this. More of her.
I’m losing breath as I feel my release barrelling towards me.
“Gonna come, Mae,” I say, still stroking my tongue through her pussy. “Gotta tell me where you want it.”
She scoops her hands under my thighs and pulls me deeper into her mouth.
“Fuck.” I gasp, and my toes curl as she works her tongue up and down my length.
I tilt my head, making room for my fingers to find her clit. Maevyn moans around me, the vibration making my legs shake.
When her legs squirm around my head, I pick up the pace. Her whole body practically dances over mine, but she doesn’t stop in her pursuit of claiming my release.
Her muffled cries only spur me on until I’m at the point of decimating her pretty pussy, ruining her so she only breaks for me. But I want to be the one who puts her back together, too.
Maevyn’s body starts jerking over mine, her nails scratch up and down my thighs, and then she’s wailing over me.
Her release is the permission my body needs.
For a second, my limbs lock up, my breath stalls, and time seems to freeze until blinding light explodes through my body and I feel myself spill into Maevyn’s warm mouth.
Uncontrolled, I throw my head back into the pillow and shout out my relief.
My head pounds, and dots cross my vision. I’m somewhat aware of Maevyn rolling off me, then landing beside me on the bed.
“Holy shit,” she says, panting. “No wonder your ex wanted you back.”
I don’t know if I’m laughing because it’s funny or I’m still delirious from how intense that all was, but either way, I manage to push myself up to sitting. Maevyn lies on her back, body shining with sweat as she takes big breaths. My head flops to her stomach, looking up at her content face.
With a smile, she rolls onto her side, propping her head up with one hand, as she runs the other through my hair.
And that’s where I start to see more of the girl I’ve been hopelessly captivated by from the start.
We talk and laugh for what feels like hours, until I drag us both off the bed and throw her over my shoulder.
She squeals when I smack her arse, and I walk us into the bathroom, turning on the shower.
She lets me wash her body, then she washes mine. She lets me kiss her before I turn the water off and bundle her up in a towel. She lets me toss her pyjamas aside when she attempts to get dressed again.
And when she rolls onto her side, with a whispered goodnight, she lets me wrap my arms around her and tug her close so her back settles against my chest. She lets me hold her as I fall… asleep.