Chapter Forty-Five #3
I nodded. Her mouth moved to tease my other nipple while her hands slid to undo my pants. Her hands danced across my boxer briefs, her fingers making contact with my clit.
“Can I touch you here, Nola?” “Yes.” I exhaled out. Her hands dipped lower again before I had more air in me. “Not there,” I instructed.
Bee’s hand slid back up to my clit, her eyes coming up to stare at me. Her first touch underneath my briefs was rough with pressure before she lightened her touch to do gentle circles.
“Gentle like that, baby.” I nodded as her fingers worked quickly. “Fuck yes, baby.”
“Do you want my tongue again?”
What I wanted was to touch Bee, but I was desperate to follow her instructions. Desperate to feel this orgasm bloom through me like I knew it would. I needed to come now so I could have my way with Bee before everyone came over. And her tongue back on me would definitely get me there.
“Please, baby.” I all but whined and I could feel her smile against my chest. With the faster she flicked her tongue on my chest in time with the flick of her wrist, it wasn’t long before I was rolling my hips into Bee’s hand and pressing her head deeper into my chest. I hung on desperately as I came, my throaty moans reaching the ceiling while Bee pressed delicate kisses up back to my mouth.
I barely had time to breathe before I was out of Bee’s embrace, “Don’t move.”
I moved up the stairs at record speed to the nightstand by my bed and flew back down the steps to see Bee touching herself on the counter.
“Who said you could do that?” I growled as Bee’s eyes shot open to me and then what was in my hand.
“Is that…”
“Do you want to…”
“Fuck yes, baby.” Her eyes were hungrier than before with the promise of my silver strap in my hand.
I pulled my pants off and thank God I had sense enough to wear the briefs with a hole cut out for the base because the thought of taking my girlfriend against our counter had been playing on a loop in my head all day.
I watched Bee’s eyes flick between me and the dildo, her teeth biting her bottom lip. “I don’t need lube.”
“How wet did you get for me while I came?”
“Come look.” My girlfriend pressed my fingers to her pussy, the feel of both of our fingers making my eyes roll back.
“Shit, Bee…”
“Please fuck me with your dick, Nola.” She smiled and it took everything in me to not come again.
I scooped Bee off the island and spun her around to have her perfect ass in my face as I knelt down and spread her legs open.
I licked then pumped two fingers into her, so rough she sucked her teeth from the pain and pleasure.
I could keep going like this, but I needed to focus.
I stood as my fingers kept pumping to get her ready.
I slid the dildo against her pussy to coat it then leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “Help me guide it in?”
A whimper and a nod was her only response.
With my angle from the back and her hand reaching down between her legs, she guided the tip of the dildo at her entrance and I moaned as I felt it glide in with little resistance.
Bee’s moan was guttural and unrestrained the deeper I sank into her.
It didn’t matter that I couldn’t feel anything, because the visual of her ass in the air for me was all I needed.
“N-Nola, this feels so good,” she slurred.
I started my strokes long and slow to let her walls get used to the width of the dick. Bee moaned with immediate pleasure as I picked up the pace, my hands gripping either side of her ass as I rolled my hips into her.
“Harder, please, baby.”
I obeyed and used one hand to dance up her back to grip the front of her neck. From our kiss on the beach, I could tell she liked being choked, but I wasn’t ready to hear Bee giggle with ecstasy. The sound made me grip her throat tighter as I pumped faster.
My left hand gripped hard the faster I went, my right hand leaving Bee’s neck so I could slap my girlfriend’s ass instead.
I knew I hit her spot when she shouted a high pitched yes.
The only sound that could exist when the kitchen was filled with nothing but my praises for her and our heavy breathing.
I could tell Bee was close to finishing the faster and harder I thrusted but she wouldn’t go over the edge until she had pressure on her clit too.
I gripped her short curly hair loosely and yanked her up to her tippy toes, her back on my chest, while she stayed pierced on my dick. My hips made mini thrusts at this angle, my strap at the hilt while Bee took the rest with a scream our neighbors probably heard.
My left hand moved quickly with hard pressure and fast circles until Bee screamed my name as she orgasmed. Her head falling back onto my shoulder and her tremors rolling one after the other until she could finally breathe again.
“Holy shit.” She breathed as I peppered kisses along her neck, gave her affirmations I didn’t know if she needed but figured she’d like nonetheless.
And then our apartment buzzer went off, alerting us our guests had arrived.