Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
PIZZA
We were shedding clothes as we walked down the hall. I turned to face him and he simultaneously kissed me and pushed me back until I was up against the wall. He stood there like a lion surveying his prey.
"You have all of the power here. Remember to use your words, and no means no." he said.
I nodded, then remembered myself. “Yes, I remember.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me from the wall, wearing nothing but my underwear, I fought the urge to cover up while he walked us to a door at the end.
When he opened the door, there was mood lighting and the largest bed I had ever seen, covered in black satin. It had to be two king sized beds somehow sewn together into one. It was obscenely large, but the room was practically made for it. Everything was perfect.
“Lay down, sweetheart.” He pulled my arm to direct me toward the bed.
I crawled onto the bed giving him a perfect view of my ass in the thong underwear before sliding down on my arms and stomach then turning halfway and bending one knee. Posing like some fine art model getting a nude painting done.
He just stood there, stroking himself while scanning my body.
“Sweetheart, you are perfection on a plate.” His voice was strained and gravel filled.
He climbed into the bed next to me, and began massaging my feet with his strong hands. The obscene moan that I let go was so unexpected I tensed, and when I tensed I tooted. I was mortified.
He took a whiff of the air-biscuit I just fluffed in his general direction and then pulled my big toe between his full lips, twirling his tongue around and between.
“Don’t be embarrassed Sweetheart, I like all of the essence a la Pizza.
” He nibbled the edge of my toe until I felt a tug followed by him spitting.
“Just a little hangnail, got it for ya.” He only winked when I cringed.
He began to kiss his way up my calf until he reached my thigh, never breaking eye contact.
He moved up to my fupa, leaving spittle in little splotches with nearly hickeys in his wake, avoiding all the sensitive areas.
Then when he reached my stomach, he gripped the folds there and jiggled them with his meaty mitts.
He put his chiseled jawline between my breasts, cupping each one from the side, he squashed his face between them and motorboated for a few moments before licking the cleavage, completely ignoring my pebbled buds that were aching for attention.
He raised up on his strong arms and did a full knuckle pushup, walking himself with his tiptoes and fingertips until he engulfed my smaller frame, and then eventually resting his body against mine.
When at last our mouths finally met again it was all wanton hunger and teeth clashing.
A fire had been set and was ablaze with no means to extinguish it.
Our hands explored each other's bodies as our tongues tangoed in a dirty dance both fighting for dominance.
I felt his hardness between my legs growing impossibly larger.
He broke the kiss and began to slither back down my body.
He stopped and took as much of my breast into his mouth as he could.
He popped it out with an audible sound, then he took my nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.
To my delight, he playfully nibbled at it.
He moved to the other doing the same thing.
The only way I can describe the sound that escaped my lips was an aroused giggle.
He released my nipple and continued his descent.
He nibbled again right above my hip bone and I yelped.
He looked up at me with a devious smile and kissed the same spot.
With a hand on each thigh, he pushed my legs apart. In one fell swoop he licked at my juices and I felt like I would erupt. “You taste tangy. Umami and salty, mmmm.” His hum continued as he went back down on my slick folds.
He spread my legs as far as they would go, gaining full access to my cave of wonders.
He spread my lips wide and dove his long tongue right through my slit to my weeping hole.
I could feel his nose pressed against my clit and the pressure combined with the actions of his tongue were electrifying.
After a few minutes, he finally gave my bean a few flicks with his finger adding to the waves of pleasure.
His tongue found it moments later like a dart to a bullseye.
He flicked and sucked with such skill that I was writhing on the bed, my hands tangled in the sheets grabbing at anything and everything.
Every time my legs relaxed, he would push them farther apart. When I would start moving my hips, he would dig his fingers in to stop me. “Use your words Sweetheart, I need to know if this is good for you.” He enjoyed being in control.
"Ih…iiits…I can't hold on....I'm cumming.
" I had reached my breaking point. He hummed something and it felt like something inside me exploded at that moment.
My back arched, my fingers pulled at his spiky hair and I lost my breath.
I couldn't move....but his tongue kept going.
"Ehn…more, please" I begged, I meant to say no more, but it didn’t come out that way.
He was relentless. He reached his hand up and squeezed my nipples at the same time sucking my clit.
I immediately came again. He took two fingers and inserted them into my lady-cave curling them upward and finding that inner pleasure button.
His motion was so fast that his hand and arm became a blur in my vision, until I started squirting all over him, his face, and his silky sheets.
Finally, he eased up and I could feel him licking my juices, his hands gently trailed down my body smearing the squirtle in like lotion across my skin. We were both out of breath.
He rolled up me like that dance move the worm and kissed me. I was dazed and floating, so I didn't realize he had grabbed both my wrists in one of his hands.
As we kissed, and I tasted myself on his tongue, he pinned my hands above my head. “Are you okay with this, Sweetheart?”
I barely registered the question.
He paused and made eye contact while gripping a little tighter. “Words.”
I shook my head, hoping to gain some sense, but all I found was more need. “Yes.”
He lined up his womb-broom with my sloppy gape and thrust himself into me in one fell swoop, my cream easing his entry. He broke the kiss but kept thrusting into me. I couldn't catch my breath.
“Uhn, uhnn, uhnnn, mmmm, uuuhhhnnn.” The moans were involuntary at this point.
I wanted to touch him, grab his hair and pull his face to mine.
I wanted to dig my nails in his back and urge him to go faster, deeper—but I couldn't—I was at his mercy and I loved it.
The only control I had was wrapping my legs around him and meeting his every thrust with my heels digging into the top of his plump ass cheeks.
He bent down and bit my earlobe, hard. The combination of not having my hands, his quickening breath in my ear, our bodies rubbing on each other, the pain and pleasure at the same time, was exquisite.
"Please," I begged him.
“Please what, Sweetheart?” He questioned without losing the pace and exact position I needed to tease me along to another orgasm.
As I was about to hit a full crescendo he slowed down his pace, but my ankles were locked behind his back so he wasn't going anywhere. “Words, use your words.” He gritted through clenched teeth like he was holding himself back from his own cliff.
We looked into each other's eyes with every ounce of lust we had.
His lips met mine and he started pounding into me again.
As we kissed, a guttural noise came from his throat that sent me over the edge.
His mouth on mine, muffled my moans. I could feel my pussy get wetter than a screen door on a submarine and clench around his turgid member.
With a couple more thrusts I could feel his spunky baby batter spilling into me with his incredible length touching my cervix.
"Oh, fuck," was all he could breathily moan as he released my wrists.
He rolled to the right. I felt his love cream covered quivering member slip out of me.
We were both spent. We laid on our backs, catching our breath, letting what happened digest. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked me straight in the eyes, "So," and he kissed me softly on the lips, "do you still doubt we have chemistry? "
And I could do nothing but laugh...