30. Lina #2
“Yes, Lina, yes,” he murmured into me in low, sensuous vibrations. “I’m so fucking hungry, baby. Give it to me.”
My thighs were already shaking as he wrapped them tight around his head, allowing himself to bury deeper in me. Pleasure surged through me as I threw an arm over my mouth to muffle my moans.
My sensitive body cracked in half, and a river of my arousal spilled out with another roll of my eyes into my head. Jonathan laughed, slurped, and gulped at my joyous release as he continued to pummel me with his tongue and punish me with his mouth.
I yanked him off me with the sharp tug of his hair. My body was quivering from the onslaught of his mouth. He laughed and groaned, breaking away from me, his tongue dangling out of his mouth like a dog.
I snatched his chin again with a frown. “Behave,” I said with a gravelly voice.
He tilted his head to the side, coy, with a wide smirk on his face. “Or what, Miss Lee?” He pulled my hand away from his jaw and sat up on the backs of his heels, his shaft standing tall and proud again. He towered over me effortlessly. “I’m the professor here, remember?”
“Just because of that, you think you’re the one in charge? I’m the one who bestowed you that title, and I will take it back without hesitation.” I arched a rebellious brow at him.
Jonathan laughed, pumping his hard length tight and fast with his own hand. “No, Darling. I’m the one in charge here.”
I parted my lips to argue when he pressed his body against mine.
With one hand guiding his length, he purposefully pressed the tip of his thick and heated dick against my clitoris.
The pulse of his sex synced with mine, both of us throbbing in unison.
When I looked back up at Jonathan, the corners of his lips pulled wide and dripped in pure arrogance.
He began grinding his hips against mine, angling his tip lower and gliding over my labia and clit.
The guttural, primal groan that slipped out of me was a sound I’d never heard before.
A flush seared across my cheeks when he chuckled, thrusting his length harder against me. I moaned again, gasping for a breath.
“Fuck, Lina. You sound so fucking hot.”
I could barely answer him as he drew his searing shaft over my aching bud again and again before guiding it lower to the entrance of my core. Never penetrating. Only sliding and slipping over my sensitive, drenched labia to my clitoris.
“J-Jonathan.”
He kissed me, never ceasing the way his tip drew over my sex. Our tongues intertwined messily with each hard thrust he gave me.
“I want you,” I said against his wet lips.
He pulled away slowly to hover over me, his gaze darting over every inch of my flushed cheeks and warm lips. “I want you, too, Lina.”
“This weekend,” I mumbled, swallowing thickly. “I—”
I watched him—observing the way his jaw slackened, and his hard abdominal muscles contracted and relaxed with each harsh thrust he made against my clit.
He began slapping the underside of his shaft against my labia.
It was lewd, obscene, the wet smacks reverberating as he held my jaw with his other hand.
“Use your words, Miss Lee. I can’t hear you.”
“Fuck me,” I breathed with a sob. “This weekend. I’m ready. I want it, Jonathan. I want it so badly.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed with a hard, noisy swallow.
A muscle in his jaw feathered. Those eyes of his glazed over.
One of his hands held my torso tightly while the other continued to grip his shaft, thrusting until his testicles pressed against my labia.
The hand on my torso let go. He measured from where his tip pressed firmly against my belly button to where his testicles and my labia kissed.
“This is how deep my cock will be in your demanding cunt. Are you sure you’re ready for this stretch?” He hummed, thrusting with the same fast and hard motion.
I whined. “Yes. I’m ready.”
Jonathan chuckled, pulling his body away from me. “Be a good girl and show me. I want to see you fuck yourself for me.”
I took hold of his shaft, pumping it in a slow, tight clasp. “You better watch closely.”
He threw his head back and moaned as I gave him another methodical stroke.
He shifted away, inch by inch, until he had a full view of me.
I sat up and backed away until I lay against my pillows.
I spread my legs wide open so he could see the entirety of my body, my face, and the expression I wore when I satisfied myself.
I whined at how sensitive I was with the ghostly caress of my fingers over my own sex. More kept dripping from my entrance despite the loss of Jonathan’s touch. Shivers quaked my body as I tapped my engorged clitoris for a moment.
I watched the way he pumped his tip with a brisk and snug grasp. When the motion of his hand slipped down to the base of his shaft, I dipped my index and middle fingers into myself. Simulating the movements of him fucking me instead.
We groaned together.
I slid in another finger effortlessly, needing more. More of a stretch. More girth to fill me up and thrust me over the edge of another withering release. More of Jonathan. I wanted him to destroy me and glue me back together. Again and again, like we always did with our words, and now our bodies.
His breath shook as he watched me fuck myself with three fingers. The hand he gripped tightly around his shaft moved at an accelerated, blistering speed. My fingers moved in the same rapid, aching motion. The way I was fucking myself mirrored the way he jerked himself off.
We were one and the same.
Fire and fire.
Lina Lee and Jonathan Lo.
We came together.
Ribbons of his release spurted out and across the bed as my climax gushed and poured out onto the bedsheets and mattress, soaking it. I continued to heave and tremble with pleasure as I uncoiled my fingers and pulled them out of my core.
A torrent of my arousal coursed out with the removal of my hand, and Jonathan groaned, deep and gruff, until my bed frame shook.
He inched back to me and dove into my core, consuming and drinking from my fountain with these long and deep voracious licks.
His eyes never left mine as we watched one another and the fire that raged and surged within each of our souls.
When I climaxed again, I didn’t take my eyes off his.
We continued to hold one another’s gaze even as I rode out my high on his tongue.
We didn’t pull away from our silent hold on each other until our lips met.
We kissed and kissed until the taste of my sex blended into his and our sweat cooled down into a tacky, uncomfortable film across our skin.
We giggled into each other’s mouths when Jonathan flinched at the touch of my cold toes against his calves. He gave me another peck before hauling himself away with a disapproving grunt.
“We should shower again and change your bedsheets,” he said. His fingers gently held my jaw. “Then, have dinner and sleep.”
I blinked. “You’re sleeping here?”
A flush seared red across his face and down his neck to his chest. “S-sorry, should I leave—”
“No!” I immediately interrupted him. “Stay, please. I’m sorry for asking that. It’s just . . . I thought you didn’t want to stay over since you were worried we might have sex last time.”
I had asked Jonathan to stay with me last Friday, but he had declined, saying he didn’t want us to move too fast. I wouldn’t have minded it if we did. I knew I wouldn’t regret it. This was all with him after all, and I trusted him the same way he trusted me.
Jonathan kissed my forehead and pulled me into a tight hug. “No sex tonight. But I want to stay and wake up tomorrow with your scent on my skin.”
My cheeks flared as I buried my face deeper into the crook of his neck. “Me too.”