12. Pluto Mensah #3
He leaned in and kissed my clit first, soft enough to make my breath leave me, then did it again with his mouth open a little more.
I gripped the sheets while his tongue slid through me, slow and flat, tasting all that wetness like he had been hungry for it.
The sound of it filled the quiet parts of the room, slick and nasty, and my thighs moved against his hands because my body couldn’t stay still.
Pressure held me open and kept licking, dragging his tongue from my opening back to my clit until my legs started shaking around his shoulders.
His tongue moved over my clit in slow circles, then he sucked it into his mouth and held it there while my back lifted off the bed.
I reached down and grabbed at his head, and he pulled me closer like he wanted me to stop trying to be careful with him.
My pussy was making a mess on his mouth, and the wetter I got, the deeper he went.
He licked through all of it, spreading me with his thumbs and dragging his tongue over every place that made my body tighten.
I could feel the wetness slipping down, feel it on my thighs and feel his beard getting damp against me while he kept his mouth there, not stopping until I came for him.
“Pressure,” I whispered, but it barely sounded like his name.
He sucked my clit again, and my hips moved up before I could stop them. His hands held me down, firm enough to make me take what he was giving me.
I had to lay here with my hair spread under me, my titties rising with every breath and my pussy open for him while he licked me closer and closer to the edge.
The orgasm came up slow at first, then all at once.
My thighs tightened around his head, and my hands gripped him as my body started shaking.
Pressure stayed right there, kissing and licking me through it while I came against his mouth.
I felt myself getting wetter, felt my pussy pulsing under his tongue and he kept going until the pleasure turned so deep my legs tried to close on him again.
He lifted his mouth only after my body started coming down, and the sight of him made heat spread through me all over again. His beard was wet, his eyes were low, and he crawled back up my body.
When his mouth reached mine, he kissed me deep, letting me taste myself on his tongue. I moaned into him and wrapped both arms around his neck because that kiss felt nasty and loving at the same time, and I loved that it was ours.
Pressure’s dick was between my legs now, thick and wet from rubbing against me, and I moved my hips just enough to feel him slide through the mess he had made. He groaned into my mouth, and I sucked his tongue a little, needing more of him before he even pushed inside me.
He lifted off my body and moved onto his knees in the bed.
I stayed on my back, watching him while he took himself in his hand and rubbed the head of his dick through my pussy.
The first slide made both of us breathe harder.
I was still wet from his mouth and my orgasm, and when he pushed the head against my opening, I felt myself stretch around him before he was even all the way in.
He eased inside me, slow enough for me to feel every inch, and my feet came up against his chest. He held my legs there with one hand while the other stayed on my hip, and he pushed in deeper until I was full of him.
My eyes closed for a second because it felt too good.
It felt like being opened by somebody who already knew the shape of me, and when he pulled back and slid in again, the wet sound between us made my whole body tighten around him again.
He started moving in a slow, deep rhythm, pushing his dick in and out of me while my feet pressed against his chest. His eyes stayed on my body, moving from my face to my titties, then down to where he was sinking into me.
I could see the way it affected him. His lips parted, his chest rose harder and his grip on my hips got a little tighter every time my pussy pulled at him.
Everything felt slippery. My cum was still on him, his mouth was still wet from me, and each stroke made more of a mess between my legs. I held on to the sheets at first, then reached for his arms because I needed to feel him under my hands.
Pressure moved like he knew my body was his, and not in a way that made me feel taken for granted, but in a way that made me feel known. He didn’t have to guess how deep to go. He didn’t have to ask where to touch me. He just watched me, felt me and followed every little sound my body gave him.
My feet slid from his chest to around his waist, and that pulled him closer.
Pressure leaned down over me, still inside me and braced one hand near my head.
His mouth found mine again, and the kiss was messier this time because we were both breathing harder.
His hips kept grinding into me, and his dick rubbed in that perfect place that made my toes curl against his back.
I held his face while we kissed, and his body covered mine completely. His chest rubbed against my titties with every stroke, and the wetness between us got louder as he kept going.
My pussy was already sensitive from the first orgasm, but he kept hitting that place inside me that made everything build again. I moaned into his mouth, and he breathed against mine with his forehead touching mine for a second before he kissed me harder. That was when I felt him change.
His strokes got deeper, not faster, just heavier.
His hand slid under my back and pulled me tighter against him, and his mouth stayed on mine.
I felt his dick swell inside me, and felt his control start slipping in the way his hips pressed down and rolled into me instead of pulling all the way out.
Pressure’s body got hotter over mine, and his breathing turned rough against my lips.
“I’m ’bout to cum,” he said, his voice low and strained. “Fuck, baby, I’m ’bout to cum in my pussy.”
I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him before he could say anything else.
His tongue pushed deep into my mouth, and I sucked it while he started cuming inside me.
The second I did, his whole body jerked against mine.
Pressure groaned into my mouth, deep and broken, and his hips stayed buried while his dick pulsed inside me.
I could feel every warm spill of him, feel his hand grip my back and feel the way he pressed his chest into mine like he needed somewhere to put all of what he was feeling. He didn’t stop either.
Even while he was still cuming, his hips started moving again in slow, hard grinds that pushed his nut deeper into me.
I whimpered against his mouth because the mess between us had changed everything.
His cum mixed with mine and made every stroke louder, wetter and nastier. My thighs were slick against his sides, my pussy was full and slippery, and every time he rolled into me, I could feel him sliding through the mess we had made together.
Pressure kissed me like he couldn’t pull away. His tongue stayed in my mouth, and I sucked it again while his dick kept stroking through his own cum. That made him groan, and the sound went straight through me.