16. Beth #3
“You’ll get more.” He looked up at me and winked. I didn’t see his mouth, but I felt the tip of his tongue start to trace my seam again.
I covered my face with my arm.
“Oh, no. I want to see your face as you fall apart.” He pulled my arm down and let his fingers trail down where he hooked onto the lace and pulled.
I lay there, feeling the cool air hit my center, knowing I was soaking his bedspread.
“So sexy,” he said.
He was soft at first, letting his fingers explore and using my wetness as he pushed into me. I lifted my hips, pushing back. He started with one finger, methodically going in and out as he focused his tongue on my clit, slow licks at first before sucking greedily.
“Ah,” I moaned. “Yes, more. Another.” I didn’t know what I was saying. I was overwhelmed by all the sensations, and everything felt so good. Too good. Like he was going to ruin me for anyone who came after.
“Love it when you tell me what you want. Good girl. Just let go.” He slipped a second finger into me and pumped.
It could have been two minutes or ten. I had no idea, but I felt that wave come over me. It took me over as I curled my toes, pushing myself into his face as he continued to pump and suck.
My entire body tensed up, then let go as I arched back onto the mattress. As I came down from my orgasm, he removed his fingers, licking me from my core to my clit, kneading my thighs as he did it.
“I love to see you unravel like that. So pretty.” He was still on his knees as he looked up at me.
I couldn’t take any more and squeezed my legs together and rolled to my side. My entire body had a sheen of sweat on it, but it didn’t seem to matter because Johnny crawled back up on the bed and grabbed onto me, rolling me back.
“Good?” he asked.
“More than good, but I want you.” I grazed my hand along his bearded chin and kissed his lips, tasting myself on him.
“Mhmmm. I want that too.”
I reached down and grabbed his length, running my tongue over his lips as he groaned.
“That feels good, baby.” He grabbed his boxer briefs and pulled down, freeing his cock, and I felt the wetness from the tip resting on my stomach.
I crawled down and licked his cockhead, his taste flooding my senses.
He leaned back, letting me stroke him for a moment or two before softly pushing me off, rolling onto his side and pulling open the drawer to his bedside table, rustling for a condom in there.
I don’t know what came over me, but everything felt hotter, more on fire than I’d ever felt before, and I knew it was because of who this man was in front of me.
As much as I wanted this to be casual for us, for me, it was turning into something more.
I couldn’t think about that though. I wanted to enjoy what we had tonight—not worrying about tomorrow.
Rolling back over, he asked, “Is this okay?”
“Oh, yeah.” I grabbed the wrapper and ripped it open.
I reached out to him, rolling it over his long cock, before pumping him a few times.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” And as he smiled down at me, I wondered if he felt the connection too, both of us too unsure of the other to say anything.
He leaned back on the bed, letting me touch him how I wanted before rolling back to me and roughly grabbing my legs and wrapping them around his muscled body. I loved how hard and sturdy he felt on top of me, how he wasn’t afraid to throw me around a bit, and he was strong enough to do it.
“You sure you’re good?” He lined his cock up with my entrance, playing in the wetness without entering me. Every time he traced up, he hit my clit, which was still throbbing from his tongue being on it.
I nodded, swallowing.
“I’m going to need a yes, baby.” He leaned down, grabbing my earlobe in his mouth, and sucked.
Fuck. “Yes… yes!”
“That’s what I like to hear.” And he pushed straight into me, halfway at first, then slowing down until I could feel the base of him on my clit.
I was going to go over the edge again. I arched back, pushing into him.
He groaned. “Fuck. You feel good.”
We stayed there for a moment, him just looking at me, then moaning into my ear before I arched into him, begging him to move.
As rough as he was before, he took his time, savoring the out and in, filling me up, then pulling all the way out.
He was driving me crazy, and I couldn’t take it, pushing back on him.
He groaned and picked up his pace, rhythmically thrusting into me as our bodies worked in tandem with each other. Everything felt warm, and I could feel my orgasm building every time he ground out at the base, hitting me where I needed it.
“I’m not going to last much longer.”
“Me neither.”
At that, he started sucking on my hard nipple and trailed his fingers down my body and nestled in to find the right spot, giving me the speed and friction I needed.
I moaned as I arched back into him, tensing up for the second time, him continuing his pacing. I flooded everywhere, and as I finished, I wrapped my legs around him, rolling him to his back while on top, grinding on him.
“Holy shit,” he said, running his hands from my hips up to my breasts, tweaking my nipples before helping me grind back on him as his fingers pushed into my hips.
“Yes,” I said, grabbing one of his hands over my hip.
“I’m going to pull out,” he said.
“Don’t you dare. I want to feel it.”
He groaned, and I knew that put him over the edge. Even with the condom, I felt him throbbing in me, and I continued to push onto him, riding the wave, leaning down and grabbing his bottom lip with my teeth.
He squeezed my ass as he lifted me up to lay me next to him in the crook of his arm. We laid there for a moment, him kissing my forehead and holding me tight against his body, so close I could feel the rise and fall of his chest.
After a few moments, he let me go, sauntering to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he hopped back in bed, he pulled the cool sheet over us and pulled me into him, putting us face to face, with me leaning onto his chest.
Something was different, and as much as I liked feeling out of control with him, it also scared the hell out of me.
“You’re staying over tonight,” he said, rubbing down my bare back after pushing my hair out of the way.
“I was planning on it,” I said, craning my neck to look at him.
He kissed the top of my head as he pulled me in, both of our bodies still hot and sticky with sweat. “I have to tell you,” he whispered, a dazed look on his face. “You look incredibly sexy when you come.”
I felt my cheeks warm as I buried my face into his chest hair.
“Hey, hey, hey.” He put his finger under my chin, tilting it up. “What happened to the woman who told me she needed more? Nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“It’s different.”
“What is?”
“When we’re in the middle of it.”
He shook his head and softly kissed my lips. “I don’t want you to be embarrassed by anything we do.”
“No?” I asked, our lips still touching.
“Absolutely not. I love seeing you like that, and I want to see you like that.” He ran his hand down my back and pulled me into him. I could feel him getting hard again. “Feel that?”
“Uh-huh.” I said, jolting when his cock pushed against my thigh.
“That’s what you do to me.” He moaned lightly into my ear, knowing that it drove me insane.
I ran my fingertips down his abs until I reached his cock and stopped. I lightly stroked up and down, barely touching him, but feeling him already thrusting into my hand.
He groaned into my neck. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“I think I have some idea.” I tightened my grip around his base, sliding all the way to the tip, where I rubbed the wetness around his head. “I feel the same way.” I leaned in and nibbled on his lip before lowering myself underneath the sheet and licked him from seam to tip.
I felt him already tensing up, sensitive to my touch.
“Too much?” I asked, running my tongue across his cockhead, then taking him into my mouth.
“No. I love it,” he said, wrapping my hair in his hand and urging me to go further.
And I did. I didn’t think about anything that could be and instead just enjoyed the short ride, even though I wanted more than I should ask for.