31. Nate #2
Sliding my hands down, I grip under her thighs as I stand and lay her across the bed, covering her body with mine. The feel of Rosy under me drives me insane.
I sink into the feel of her breathing, the flex of her throat against my palm as she moves her mouth against mine.
Her lower body squirms up against me, seeking friction, and her stomach pushes against my dick.
When my balls start feeling tight, I pull back, not wanting to blow my load before I’ve even tasted her.
Because sure as shit, I’ve imagined this moment so many fucking times.
I bury my face in her neck and feel her pulse thundering loudly, erratically, then lick up the column of her throat, tasting the sweet, salty taste of her earlier sweat. Fuck. She writhes and arches up against me, then I bite down before licking and sucking, moving farther down her chest.
“Taste so fucking good,” I grind out, feeling feral as I tug open the zip of Rosy’s hoodie and shove down the base layer she has underneath.
There’s no bra underneath, and I need a fucking moment to process what’s in front of me.
Whatever magic clothing this is, I’m buying her more.
With my face still hovering above her chest, her nipples are fucking inches from my mouth.
Tight and pink.
Her pants come out faster now, her skin pebbling as my breaths leave me.
“Please, Nate,” she moans, all pleading and begging. She’s impossible to deny, especially when she’s begging for me.
Flattening my tongue again, I lick just below her breast, gliding up the curve, over the bump of her nipple, and up her chest to her neck. Stopping just below her ear, I murmur, “Your taste…it’s better than I imagined.”
There aren’t enough flowery words to describe her; none would be right or enough. There’s no word to describe her taste, her scent…her.
I lean back on my heels and curl my fingers into the waistband of her leggings. Pausing, I watch, waiting for her to protest. When she nods eagerly, I yank them down so quickly the breath leaves her lungs and her thighs jiggle.
Not giving her the chance to feel uncertain, I bury my face into the cotton of her sunshine yellow underwear. Shoving my hands beneath her thighs, I split her open and suction a trail up the middle of the fabric, chasing the wetness she’s leaking.
Her hands lash out, clawing when she’s unable to latch onto the short hair on my skull as I suck her rounded clit.
Hips rising, she chases more, a needy whine leaving her lips.
Keeping my mouth wrapped around her sensitive clit, I take a moment to appreciate her breasts rising and falling with her pants.
Her grip on me tightens, attempting to hold me in place.
But I tug back, enjoying the bite of pain that scrapes along my scalp as her nails attempt to dig in.
“Please, I’m so close,” she whimpers, twitching with her need for release. She doesn’t try to get there herself, though.
No, she waits for me.
She pleads me for it.
“I want to see your pussy when I make it come for me.”
Her hands shove into the waistband before I get the chance to tug them down myself.
She’s shimmying, contorting, trying to rip them off even with me still kneeling between her legs.
Finally they drop to the bed beside me, and as she starts tugging off her top, I grab the damp yellow fabric and stuff it into my pocket.
As her legs fall back open around me, my body locks up tight.
She’s fucking breathtaking. Glistening.
Bare skin everywhere, so soft that it scalds me.
I need to touch her, to feel her. Curling my hands around her hips, I throw her legs over my shoulders and focus my attention on her exposed pussy. Flicking my gaze up her flushed body, I see her watching me. She gnaws on her lip, brow creased in frustration.
“Do you want me to feast on you, little tease?” I blow a long, hot breath against her parted skin; her head tilts back, her legs tensing and tugging me closer.
“Words, Rosy. Tell me. What do you want?” I inhale deeply, fighting the urge to dive in, as I wait for her to give me what I asked for. Fuck, she smells perfect. I can still smell the fruity scent of her but mingled with it is the subtle salty scent of her sweat.
Her mouth parts, tongue gliding out to wet her lips. “I want…” she starts, a fiery heat cresting up her chest and cheeks as she swallows. “I want you to put your mouth on me. To feast. I want you to make me come.”
Even asking politely, the way her voice turns husky makes the words sound filthy.
I don’t even bother responding. I dive in and lick from her entrance up to her swollen clit, then suck on it. Grunting as the taste of her hits my tongue.
“Fuck, Nate. Yes…” she gasps, legs widening around me.
Urged on by her praise, my dick twitches in my shorts, precum leaking from the tip. Fuck, it’s hard to hold back, but I stop myself from grinding into the sheets. My focus is on her, not me.
Sliding a finger up her wetness, I tease around the opening before sliding in to my knuckle. I want to test how she takes me, how she feels wrapped around a part of me.
Fuck.
Her body welcomes and hugs me. Then she fucking clenches.
Pumping in and out of her body slowly, I ease it in to the last knuckle.
“More, more. Please, more,” she keens, thrusting her body up to meet me. Her pussy rides my face and steals my oxygen. My second finger slips straight in. I barely make a single thrust before she’s asking for more.
My greedy girl.
Third finger in, and she’s clenching so fucking hard, but unless she wants my fist, I can’t go any further.
Her face is flushed, a sheen of sweat coating her brow and the column of her neck. More precum drips from my slit at the sight. Eyes locked together, I release her clit, then crudely spit on it.
“Mine,” I grunt, then reseal my mouth around it and flick my tongue up and down it sharply.
She lets out a strangled moan as she clenches around my fingers. It’s so fucking tight. Her body vibrates as she detonates; the need to come up for air disappears when I feel her wetness leaking out and coating my wrist.
As her body slowly settles, I tug my fingers free. I lick up the escaping wetness from her cunt, not willing to waste a single fucking drop she’s given me.
It’s fucking mine.
Her fingers slide over my head, stroking lightly. Reverently.
“That’s…I’ve never…it was…” she stammers, and it’s cute. She’s floppy and languid. The look on her face, I never want it to stop.…she should always have this dreamy, content expression.
“Perfect,” I finish for her.
Her lashes flutter, and a small smile tugs at her mouth.
“Perfect,” she agrees.
Sitting back on my knees, I look for something to wrap her in so she doesn’t get cold.
“What about you?”
She frowns, sitting up on her elbows, her focus locked on the straining dick confined in my shorts. It’s not comfortable, and I’m desperate to bury it inside her, but I won't. I’m not rushing this. Plus, it’s better than if I were wearing jeans. Would have fucking lost circulation by now.
“This was about you,” I state, moving to grab the edge of a blanket tucked under the pillow.
“But I want you. I can help or…watch you?”
Her words hit me, and my balance falters. Dropping the blanket, I throw a hand out to catch myself. Her fingers somehow make it to my dick, and she strokes me through the fabric, her touch hesitant. I look down at the concentration on her face as I brace above her.
“Fuck, you make it hard to say no.”
“Then don’t,” she replies, her touch becoming bolder when I don’t object.
The waistband gets tugged down to my thighs. I’m still kneeling between her legs, her wet pussy so fucking close to my dick now that I’m not confined.
Eyes falling closed, I try to inhale and remind myself not to rush this. It’s fucking important. She’s fucking important. We’ll have forever for me to keep my dick inside her. I don’t need to rush to do it now.
Her hand moves to grip me, her skin cooler than mine. My answering groan at the dual sensation has her breath picking up, and she speeds up her movements.
“Are you on birth control?” I grit, struggling to think coherently when her hand’s fucking my dick.
“Yes,” she confirms eagerly, her legs widening underneath me.
“Fuck, such a good needy pussy for me, teasing me,” I grunt, “I’m going to come soon, so if you don’t want it, need you to say now.”
The muscles in my shoulders are straining now, beads of sweat running down the back of my neck as my hips piston into her hand.
“I want it, yes. I want it.”
I bat her hand away and replace it with mine. Tugging on my dick, my grip turns harsh and almost punishing as I angle myself down to her wet pussy.
I cave a little and swirl the head through it.
As I nudge her sensitive clit, we both moan. Her legs tuck up to her chest, and my dick slides in a fraction. My balls draw tight at the sensation of her heat.
Fuck, I’m fighting the primal urge to bury myself inside her, to brutally thrust until she’s writhing, screaming.
Bracing on my knees, I use my other hand to smear my precum on her clit, rubbing in circles before I pinch it. Her pussy clenches hard around my tip as she comes again.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
When my body locks up, ready to spill inside her, I reluctantly pull out. My eyes lock on to hers, breathing turning ragged at her glossy expression as her orgasm rides through her.
I squeeze my dick hard on the last tug and spill across her spent cunt.
Trailing my fingers through my cum, I rub it into her skin.
Blending the two of us together.