Turbulence #2
Rubbing herself against the hard ridge was good but not nearly enough.
She reached to push down his pants and his briefs and looked at what she’d uncovered.
Impressive. Whatever fantasies she’d had where she imagined how Nico’s dick might look paled in comparison.
It was nice and thick in her hand, big enough to hit all the right spots.
The shaft was lavender and veined, the cap big, heart-shaped, and already pearling with cum.
She grinned again; this was surreal, all of it.
Nico was busy unzipping her jacket all the way, then the tank was pulled up and her bra pulled down. Breasts free, he wasted no time getting his mouth on one, groaning again, then commenced a hard sucking that had her legs turning to jelly.
“I knew your tits would be beautiful. You good for more than one orgasm?” he asked against her breast, tugging on her hard brown nipple with his teeth.
She loved his roughness, and she let him know by gripping his scalp through his shock of dark hair and holding him closer.
“That’s up to you, isn’t it?” she responded, and he grinned. She knew how competitive he was, and he’d find a way to rise to the challenge like the cock rising to rock-hard stiffness against her stomach. “I thought you said you didn’t want to fuck me.”
“You think I can help it?” he whispered.
He smiled into her eyes, and she looked away, suddenly uncertain if she could handle the gathering intensity in his.
“You’re fucking me up, Daniela. I haven’t been able to think about anything else but this.
About sucking on these titties. Licking your pussy till you beg me to stop.
Coming in you. Everything I’d do to you if I got a chance. ”
“Okay, but this is only happening once, so whatever you were thinking about doing, now’s the time.”
Nico’s eyes went sleepier, more serious.
Slowly, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her pants and underwear, pulling everything down in one movement.
He bent to get her clothes past her knees, and she helped him get them off completely by raising her slippered feet off the cold bathroom floor, one at a time.
Bracing herself against the tiny chrome counter of the stall, she gasped when Nico stayed on his knees, toying with her lower lips with his fingers before burying his face between her thighs to inhale deeply.
That made her wetter, coupled with his murmur of appreciation, followed by his first long lick from her entrance to her clit.
“Mm. Yes. Hit that spot. Right there,” Dani whispered, watching him through the haze of pleasure, the bright gold overhead light giving his hair an irresistible sheen.
She ran her fingers through it, holding in a moan as his tongue licked circles around her nub that all but destroyed her.
“Damn, you’re a good kisser.” Her moaned praise drew a laugh from him, a chuckle that rumbled against her lower lips and sent more shockwaves through her.
Nico grinned. He roamed his hand upward to tease her nipple again while he went back to licking her.
She gripped the counter harder, staring down at him while he went from licking to sucking her clit, fucking her with a thick, long finger.
Ecstasy shot through her all at once, with no warning; she didn’t mean to clamp her thighs around his head, but it couldn’t be helped.
It was too fucking good, the thunderous heartbeat in her pussy barely slowing down before he stood and hooked her thigh with his arm.
Nico pressed the slippery head of his cock against her clit, rubbing it to stretch out that first fantastic release.
He was wetting her lower lips with milk-white droplets of cum, sliding it around the clit again and then pressing the fatness an inch deep.
Staring down at where their bodies joined, he gasped, she gasped, and they moaned together.
“Can I?” he rasped. “Please. I need to feel you when you come on me.”
She dizzied from his words alone. This was reckless, and she knew it, but for the first time in her sex life, she didn’t fucking care.
Dani helped guide him in, exhaling as he slowly slid inside her, stretching her out and filling her.
When he was fully seated, they smiled at each other breathlessly.
And he was looking at her with a face so full of passion for her, it was almost overwhelming.
She closed her eyes and leaned back, ass almost in the sink, as Nico slid that silken dick in and out.
“Fuck, it’s so good. It’s so good,” she moaned.
“You’ve got such a pretty pussy.” Nico stared down at it, where he disappeared and she began, still gentle but beginning to pound harder. “So fucking wet. Daniela, you’re so…” His voice broke on his lust, and he went deeper. Harder. Faster.
His fingers dug into her hips. He pulled her out of the sink so her ass was against the edge, opened her wider, and hitched her leg up higher.
She could have screamed, but she somehow held it in, her arm against her mouth.
And all the while, he watched her as his hips slammed home repeatedly, as if searching for something.
What she saw in his gaze sent her careening, about to crash; she looked away, to safety, anywhere else but those fucking beautiful eyes.
“Give me that,” he said, voice husky. “That thing in your hand. I want to see what it can do to you.”
Dani grinned, panting, and handed it to him.
It didn’t take much for him to figure out how to turn it on as he paused in his strokes.
Nico took the first light pass at her clit with the tip, and she couldn’t help the stutter of her hips at the jolt.
Her bud was swollen, almost too sensitive, but he pressed it a second time, and when that electric joy hit and her walls spasmed around his cock in reflex, he groaned.
“Okay, now I see the point,” he said with a shaky laugh.
The humor faded as Nico resumed the gliding of his cock in and out of her slickness.
Moans, whispers, liquid pleasure, the jerkiness of his hips, the scent of their sex—it all built and concentrated, condensed down into tight need.
The plane hit another pocket of turbulence that rumbled at the same time that he pressed the buzzing thing against the side of her clit and deep-stroked her.
Her entire world shook, and she tumbled down, down, off a cliff, and into a river of her wet ecstasy.
“Good girl…that’s my good girl. Daniela…”
Nico followed moments later, into that same river, riding in on a flood of hot cum.
They rested there, shivering, while he slowly let her leg down.
He held her, panting, with his scruffy cheek against her face.
He was sweaty. Delicious. Nico turned to kiss her temple, nuzzling her and scraping that ticklish facial hair against her neck.
His mouth traveled back to hers and had a new, tangy taste; she recognized herself on him, like an imprint she hadn’t intended to make.
When he looked into her eyes again, she grinned, exchanging soul for sarcasm.
“Well, well. Vanilla Ice ain’t so vanilla after all.”
He smiled, cupping her cheek in his palm and leaning in for another kiss.
Seeming to become aware of her clothing in disarray, he pulled her bra up gently over her breasts after giving them a farewell suck and smoothed down her tank top.
He reached behind her to retrieve and wet some paper towels and cleaned up the cum running down her leg.
Well, that was new. And she didn’t know how to feel about it now that the frenzy had dissipated. She let him finish wiping her off, and then he cleaned himself.
“There. All good. Wish we could stay in here for another round, but…maybe later.”
His gaze wouldn’t be avoided this time. She looked into those blue infinity pools and kissed him quickly.
Nico held the vibrator to his nose, taking a good, long inhalation of her scent.
She could have come again from watching him put the tip in his mouth and take a taste of her.
He closed his eyes, apparently savoring it, and when he opened them again, they burned her from head to toe without touching her.
“I’m keeping this,” Nico told her.
Pocketing the lipstick, he left.
Read more work by Lynn Yorke here: