Chapter 21 #2
Slowly, I make my way down to her perfect pussy, teasing and tantalizing with my tongue, mouth, and teeth over the mounds of her breasts and the hollow of her stomach until my breath is above her clit.
Her breaths rise in anticipatory pants, her fingers diving into my hair and guiding me to the place she wants licked, sucked, and fucked.
As I start to lick the delicate skin around her inner thighs, she moans and arches her hips towards my face. Her sweet scent fills my senses, igniting a fire deep within me that only she can stoke. I lower my tongue and lick her hardening clit. Her body quivers in response.
My heart pounds in my ears, trying to take this slowly while my cock drags along her leg, moving slightly to get some friction of my own. I draw lazy circles around her sensitive nub, teasing her with gentle flicks of my tongue.
She’s eager for me to delve deeper by the pressure of her palm on my hand. Gazing into those lust-filled eyes, I slip two fingers inside her wet pussy, and she lets out a long, throaty moan.
With each thrust of my fingers alongside my tongue, her muscles tighten in anticipation. Her warm walls drench my skin, a precursor of what’s to come.
Her breathing quickens, and she speaks in a raspy voice, “Yes, like that . . .”
I smile against her flesh, ignoring the tight pull on the strands of my hair, and latch onto her clit to suck hard.
Her upper body rises off the bed, her eyes glued to me, watching what I am doing to her as her pussy floods my hand with cum.
I level my mouth with the outflow, greedily drinking it in when my fingers curl toward the top of her G-spot and milk more out.
Her fist loosens from my hair, her mouth in a perpetual “oh.” Her thighs clench against my ears, locking me in the best fucking place I’ve ever known.
As her orgasm subsides, I keep my tongue and fingers working, prolonging her pleasure as long as possible.
I murmur reassurances into her soft flesh, knowing that she’ll need some recovery time before the next round.
Slowly, she eases back onto the bed, a blissful smile on her face. I pull my fingers from her slippery folds and suck on them, trying not to let the taste of her overwhelm me into doing something stupid like flipping her over fucking her hard from behind.
Her eyes follow my movements, and I can tell that she’s still high from the experience.
“That was . . .” she starts, searching for the right words.
I grin and kiss her stomach gently, then move up to nibble on her nipple while massaging her other breast.
“I’m just getting warmed up, Izzy.”
It’s a warning and a damn promise.
That tiny orgasm will be followed by several mind-blowing ones, guaranteed. Her eyes flutter shut as I continue my exploration of her body, taking my time covering every inch of her sensitive skin with my tongue, making sure she knows she is mine and only mine.
My damn cock is leaking all over her body, dying to slide into her wet and warm pussy while my mind fights off rushing her for my own selfish needs.
She shifts herself into a more comfortable position, spreading her legs slightly in invitation and opening her eyes. They are dark, her pupils blown wide with those plump lips smirking while her palms stroke down my biceps.
“Come here.”
My tongue leaves her hard nipple, kissing the perfect mound and saying goodbye as I move between her legs. Taking a deep breath, I slide slowly into her warm embrace, savoring the sensation of her roaming hands and her tight body underneath mine.
“I like this.”
I gently kiss her lips, knowing I’ll remember how stunning she looks draped across my bed.
The daylight falls across the ends of her brown hair, turning some pieces orange against my white comforter.
She’s a stunning woman, but the warmth in her expression and the honesty in her eyes are stabbing my heart.
“I like you.”
My heart pounds in my ears when her whispered confession slips past the noise and quiets everything to the point where it’s only her and me. The tip of my cock presses against her soft folds, pushing slowly inside her and relishing how amazing she feels.
I stare at her reaction, her chin tilting upward and her mouth parting into a devilish smile. A small whimper escapes when I’m fully seated. Her hands fall away from my body, surrendering fully to me, and gripping the sheets tightly in her fists.
“I like you too, Iz.”
My confession feels loud and heavy, and I am scared to say it back, yet I know it’s more than true. My brain flashes, and I want to share many more experiences with her.
Skydiving, rock climbing, bungee jumping, and off-roading in my truck. All ending like this, in my bed, the back of my truck, or on my bike.
Kokami.
Every weekend could be like this. She could even stay over on the days we have school together. I’d have her in the morning, starting the day off right for both of us. Fuck her at night to take away the day’s worries.
It would be so perfect.
At the end of the semester, we won’t have to hide anymore. I’ll graduate, and we can have dates in town like a normal couple.
If I weren’t so turned on by her, I’d stay locked inside her forever. She’s that good for me in so many ways. She arches into me, her hands suddenly clutching my shoulders and grinding her mound into me.
Our tongues weave and twist together, seeking more of each other until I’m left sucking her tongue between my teeth.
“Harder,” she murmurs against my mouth, her legs winding around my body, rocking against me. “And deeper . . . so much deeper.”
I do precisely as she commands, a small cry rewarding me as I slam into her repeatedly, almost to the point it’s tight and painful on my cock.
“You love it rough, don’t you, Izzy?”
“Yes.”
The word sounds more like a grunt when she answers with a violent thrust into her slippery pussy. We move together, giving and taking in opposite succession as we climb to our releases together.
It dawns on me that we are in a state of dynamic equilibrium, where forward and reverse reactions occur simultaneously.
More commonly known as opposing processes, balancing each other and creating a state where opposing forces, as we are to each other, coexist and date in perfect harmony.
My brain fires at that simple discovery about us, and my thrusting doubles in ferocity until she screams my name, her nails scratching up my back. Her hands slip from my shoulder, from the heat from my body mixing with hers.
Her eyes pinch close. Her jaw relaxes. Her pussy clenches so tight I’m bursting inside her. My release is long and blissful, sending shivers down my spine with how much I’m pouring into her soft body.
My lips find hers once more, needing to own her mouth the same as I own her pussy. Her tongue doesn’t dart out to meet mine. It surrenders her mouth to be overtaken, allowing me to open access to another hole of hers. It’s dizzying and intoxicating, something I’m quickly getting addicted to.
We ride out our shared climax, the first time it’s happened. I plan on experiencing many more firsts with her, which makes my heart thunder in my chest, while a bit of worry slices through my brain.
Don’t fuck this up.