Chapter 11
Kenni
Warm, long fingers caressed my body, pulling me from my sleep.
I fought against the feeling, preferring to sleep just a little longer.
I was exhausted and wanted to surrender to the slumber.
When my legs parted, I kept my eyes closed, chasing the drowsiness and hoping it would pull me under.
But when that first lick swept through my folds, my hips rocked forward slightly, and a moan fell from my lips.
The nimble fingers parted my folds, and the warm tongue thrust deeper into me, a welcome intrusion into my nap.
I unfolded my leg, making room for Bryson between my legs.
It had been so long since we had sex, weeks in fact, and even then, it had been rushed, inattentive, and just a quick action to appease both of our needs.
We had been simply passing ships in the night all year. As long as we ate, slept, and had clean clothes and shoes, we didn’t seem to care about anything else. But that was the one thing that we had not allowed to lapse completely.
We may not have exchanged “I love yous” in a while, but we definitely attended to our sexual needs.
That was something that could not be completely ignored, no matter how distant we had become.
If we had allowed that to languish completely, I was sure that we would have gone somewhere else to have those needs met.
I had begun to think that maybe he had when three weeks had gone by, and we hadn’t touched each other.
Previously, we had sex several times a week, and two times at least.
My body’s memory recalled the way his fingers brought every nerve and sensation in my body to life as he continued touching me the way he once had, gently and lovingly. With one hand, he caressed my hip, and with the other, he softly rubbed my clitoris.
My back arched off the bed as my legs gapped further. Bryson knew how to please my body in ways no other man ever had. I fed him from my well, nurtured him in fact, pumping out the juice that gave him life.
One finger, two fingers, three fingers slid inside of me along with his thrusting tongue that moved as if it was in search of something. And whatever it searched for, I gave him. I juiced, I moaned, I gushed, and I exploded in his mouth.
Bryson moved back with heavy, lust-lidden eyes. He bit my thighs and moved slowly up my body to tongue the navel piercing. He kept his piercing gaze on me as he worked his tongue around my navel piercing and inside of my belly button.
I rested my hand on his head as he looked up at me. There was longing and desire in his eyes and something more. God, how I missed the intimacy that we once had. I held out my hands to him, and he shook his head. Slowly, Bryson moved further up my body, still holding contact as he went.
His fingers gripped my breasts and he kneaded them, caressed them, and worked my nipples back and forth as he continued licking a slow trail of heat from my navel to my cleavage.
“I have never wanted you as desperately as I do right now,” I moaned as he took one breast into his mouth. His tongue swirled around my nipple as he softly stroked the other one.
The brightness in his eyes told a message of untold desire and yearning for us to have a deeper, intimate connection than we’d ever shared. I had a feeling after this weekend, we would have what we’d both been missing, and it wouldn’t be sexual alone.
By the time he reached my mouth, I was on fire for him. My hands worked themselves over his low fade, working over the ridges of the waves in his hair. He made love to my mouth the same way that he had my pussy, using his tongue to engage me in sensual mouth play expertly.
I sucked on his tongue, trying to suck the taste of my nectar off him. We were a collision of tongues and lips as his hands moved through the strands of my hair to massage my scalp and then to caress my face and back again.
Bryson pulled away and nipped my neck. “I need you, Bryse. Let me taste you, baby.”
He pulled back and stared into my eyes with a naked hunger I had never seen.
I crooked my fingers and beckoned him to straddle me.
Bryson moved and hovered over me. We had returned from apple picking and our nature walk and showered.
Despite the cooler temps in the mountains, I still felt sticky and itchy when we finished.
We were both exhausted after the shower and had fallen asleep in nothing but our towels.
Somehow, I had managed to free myself from mine as I slept, because I slept wild.
Bryson still wore his. I flipped it out of my way as he straddled my face, and I pressed into his abdomen to push him back slightly.
Bryson moved back, but his dick swung forward, hitting my nose.
I grabbed it with both hands and stuck my tongue out.
I licked across the slit before I puckered my lips and pulled him inside.
He was erect and cool, but the more I sucked, the warmer and harder he grew.
With one hand planted on the headboard behind me, and his other on his hip, Bryson closed his eyes and gave into the feeling.
My hands worked him as I sucked him deeper into my throat. With my free hand, I reached underneath his towel and massaged his balls. He got deeper into it, his eyes closing, and his teeth tugging his bottom lip into his mouth.
“Shit feels good, baby.”
I pressed my hand into his chest until he moved off me. “Lie on your back,” I encouraged.
When he did as I commanded, I straddled him with my back facing him.
I gripped his dick again and sucked it back into my mouth while my hands resumed massaging his balls.
His groans and moans were deep and addictive.
I found myself moaning along with him as my pussy grew wetter.
I slid around on his belly, loving the way that I left a trail of moistness from my juices.
My fingers slid across his balls as I moved my lips from his head to suck at the frenulum.
“Fuck, Kenni. What ya doing, girl?” He groaned and worked his hips upward. When he got deeper into it, I used my fingers to tickle his perineum lightly. Bryson froze for a minute, but I allowed my fingers to continue while I worked his dick further down my throat.
“Whatcha doing, Kenni?”
“Pleasuring you, baby. Just finding new things to spice things up between us. Relax and trust me.”
“How the fuck do you expect me to relax when you’re playing with my ass?”
“I’m not playing with your ass, just a space close to it.”
“I don’t like that.”
I looked over my shoulder. “Are you going to tell me this doesn’t feel good?” I asked, applying pressure in the area.
He kept scowling for several long seconds before he slowly started rocking up.
I covered his dick with my lips, and he kept rocking up into my mouth.
His groans grew deeper as I applied pressure to his perineum.
I pulled him out of my mouth and stroked his penis while I continued playing with his perineum.
I moved between his legs, pushed his dick up toward his belly, and kept stroking it, and then I licked the same spot.
My eyes remained on him, and his nostrils flared. “Does it feel good, baby?”
“This shit is intense, Kenni.”
“Does it feel good?”
He gritted his teeth and nodded slowly. “Fuck yeah.” I continued until his entire body tightened, and before I knew it, Bryson shot cum forth onto his belly. No sooner than he finished, he flipped me onto my back so fast, I grew dizzy. He pinned my arms to the bed.
“Who the fuck taught you that, Kenni?”
“Nobody,” I replied, staring at him like he’d lost his mind.
“Then where did you get that from?”
I glanced sideways.
“Where?” he demanded in a gruff voice, shaking my pinned wrists.
“Porn, okay? While we weren’t having sex, I was hiding in the bathroom watching videos.” I sobbed.
Shame filled his eyes, and he slowly released my wrists.
“I promise that I haven’t cheated on you, Bryson. I haven’t been with another man since you and I became involved. But I would love it if you would return the favor.”
He didn’t respond; he just flipped me over and fucked me hard and strong from the back.
His fingers pinched the skin at my waist, and I suspected he was punishing me for pleasing him in a way that was uncomfortable to him.
He was as shocked that he orgasmed that way as I had been.
I could guess what he was thinking, but I didn’t want to.
I would need to talk with him about that later.
He pulled out of me and pushed my head into the mattress.
With his other hand, he spread my legs apart, and the next thing I knew, he was munching on my ass.
Never had he been willing to do anything like that before.
When we’d had previous discussions about people doing that, we both agreed it was gross.
I wasn’t sure what had gotten into us, but it seemed that our sex lives were taking a different route, and I loved it.
I thrust my ass up in the air and spread my legs wider.
His tongue and lips were buried between my cheeks.
His fingers found my slit, and he fucked me as roughly with his fingers as he had with his dick.
All the while, his tongue continued to intrude in my ass until I orgasmed on his fingers with my pussy tightening all around him, and my breath coming in sharp, ragged bursts.
Sweat covered my body, but I was more satiated than I ever had been.