Chapter 16 #2
I bite back a groan and trace her slightly swollen lower lip. “It’s not stupid. Believe me, it’s not stupid at all.”
“Do you like it? Am I doing it right?”
“Yes.” This time, I can’t keep the wicked growl out of my voice. “Yes, you’re doing it right.”
“Will you show me? Like you said? Put your hands in my hair, and help me?”
Fuck. My dick jerks hard and I wonder if she has any idea what she’s doing to me with her innocent request and her eyes gleaming with eagerness.
I release her face to wind my hand through the thick strands of her hair.
They snag against the roughness of my hands, but it’s just another contrast that I love.
I guide her face back to my cock and I groan, low and rough and loud, when her mouth parts and she sucks me in.
I let her take me slow and set a rhythm of her own, before I slowly flex my hips.
She lets out a sound of surprise, but it’s a passionate sound, one of enjoyment, so I’m not afraid to guide her face back and forth, gently, while I thrust slowly into her mouth.
She takes everything I give her, hollowing her cheeks and swallowing when I get to the back of her throat.
I’m gentle, even when I want to be rough.
Even when I want to use her brutally, fuck her mouth hard and greedily.
I want to be down her fucking throat, coming all over her tongue, marking her as mine.
Instead, I contain myself to a gentle rhythm, letting her set the speed for the most part. She sucks me eagerly, greedily in her own way, pulling back and pushing forward, circling and sucking my head with her tongue, moaning every single time she swallows.
She takes me hard when I increase the rhythm, right to the back of her throat. She lets me work her mouth with long, heated thrusts, and when she glances up at me, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes from the strain, saliva running from between her lips, I’m done.
“Fuck…” I grind, my way of a warning. I see that she doesn’t understand, and I try to pull away, but she grips my legs with both hands and holds me there, in her mouth. “Ami… Gonna… gonna come…”
She doesn’t respond, not with words, but she sucks me hard, jerking her head back and forth, taking me to the back of her throat over and over again.
I can’t hold back. My balls are on fire, my lungs are completely deflated, like someone took a pin and burst them.
Every single muscle in my body is drawn up tight, ready to snap.
My dick jerks as I start coming and there isn’t any pulling out or holding back now.
I feel the climax in my damn toes as it travels up my legs and bursts in Ami’s mouth.
She swallows hard, and I jerk back, coating her tongue, letting her taste all of me, because I can’t fucking help it. I need to mark her like this. I need to give her this. I want her to taste me. All of me.
She swallows every single drop, then pulls back, releasing my dick with a popping suction sound that echoes through the room, and licks her lips while she looks up at me.
“Fuck,” I groan. “God I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I should have pulled out…”
“No.” She shakes her head. “No. I didn’t want you to. I wanted to taste you. I loved it. All of it. You were delicious.”
My cock is still hard, throbbing furiously. Even if it hadn’t been before, her words would have pumped that bastard up. I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life, right after the best blow job I’ve ever known.
“Need to return the favor,” I grind out, because I do.
I need to taste her. Need to split her open and fuck my tongue up into her cunt.
Need her writhing and moaning and coming all over my face.
I need her riding my mouth, sitting on my face, need to flip her over after and eat her ass and make her come that way too.
“You already did,” she squeaks, her eyes widening comically, since they’re already like saucers in her head.
“I know, sweetheart, but that was just once. I want a repeat. I want you coming over and over again. Four, five, six times. And that’s before the fun even starts. Unless you don’t want to. In that case, I can just get my clothes, and we can talk.”
“No,” she says, too quickly. Her entire face flushes red, even in the darkness that’s fallen over the room now that the sun has set fully and not even the gray light seeps through the blinds. “I mean, I don’t want to talk. I’ve done enough of that for a lifetime.”
“Right. Bed it is.” I can’t help it. I give her orders, just to see if she’ll follow them.
“I want your face down on the pillow, your pretty ass high in the air, your legs spread so that I can see all of that glistening cunt. I want you bared to me, spread so I can watch your arousal drip down your thighs before I lick it away. I want to see how wet and swollen sucking my cock made you.”
“Jesus,” she breathes.
Her lips part and sharp little pants escape.
For a minute, I think she’s going to tell me no, and that would be okay too, because I’ll do anything and everything to her that she wants me to do, on her terms. All I want to do is bring her pleasure.
The sweetest pleasure she’s ever known or will ever know, because she’s mine and she’s mine to please.
Her gaze sweeps over me and then her breath hitches and she moves. She walks over to the bed, her hips swaying gently. I groan inwardly. The rest of my body follows suit. Even my dick groans, because it wants to be buried to the hilt inside of her.
When Ami kneels on the bed and gently maneuvers her way to the pillows, I very nearly come all over her carpet.
Because fuck. She does exactly as I told her to do.
She rests her head on the pillow, her hands supporting herself, her shoulders down, round little ass in the air, and spreads her legs, exposing her swollen, pink, glistening cunt to me.
And just like I thought, she’s soaked. Dewy drops bead in her folds and cream slicks down her thighs.
I wonder if I can make her come without even touching her. She’s ready. So ripe and swollen and ready.
I never could back down from a challenge.