28. Ford #2
“I like it when you say my name.” Bending down, I kiss her gently as my hand finds her bare, silky skin.
I palm her right breast again, testing the waters of what she might or might not be into now that she’s been stripped bare for me.
If she was anyone else, I’d already be inside her, but this is June.
And my little Bug? She isn’t a convenient snack.
The woman deserves to be relished, slow and sweet.
She melts against me, mewing quietly while sucking on my tongue like before.
The feeling shoots straight to my cock, and I swear I could come just like this.
Fuck, June. You’re even sweeter than I imagined.
I tweak her nipples carefully with my fingers, rolling them gently just to see how she reacts.
Ripping her mouth from mine, she moans, “Ooooh.” She rests her head against the wall and closes her eyes, her back bowing, thrusting her chest into my palm even more.
Seems she likes it when I play with her.
And fuck, do I like this game, too. I dive in for another lazy kiss.
Her hips shift ever so slightly, and her breathing turns stilted, proving the girl’s a fan of nipple stimulation.
I smile against her mouth once more. I wonder what she’ll do when I suck on them. My mouth waters at the prospect.
Let’s find out, shall we?
I kiss the side of her parted lips while she squirms beneath my touch.
Moving lower, I scrape my teeth against the side of her neck, then dip further down.
When my tongue laps between her breasts in one long lick, her breath hitches, and her fingers thread into my hair.
I’ll take that as a yes, she likes this, too.
Palming her left side, I let her heavy breast spill from my grasp and move my mouth to her right.
Slowly, I place open-mouthed kisses along her skin.
Musk and honey. It’s a heady concoction, and I’m convinced I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Suckling her, I move to the next patch of skin while my cock throbs in my jeans.
I’ve always enjoyed foreplay, but this is torture.
The crazy part, though? Somehow, I don’t want it to end, especially when I finally have the chance to play with her the same way her presence has played with me since the moment we first met.
She shifts to the right, moving her nipple closer to my mouth as if she’s begging to be devoured the same way I’m dreaming of a taste.
When I finally give in, I blow gently on the supple peak, watching it harden even more as my mouth hovers an inch from it.
“Ford,” she begs.
Fuck, I love it when she says my name.
I kiss her nipple softly, barely brushing my lips against her before parting my mouth and stealing a taste.
Flicking my tongue against the nub, I feel her nipple pebble even more.
My cock strains in my pants, and my balls tighten.
I feel like I’m going to explode, and I can’t get enough.
She’s driving me insane. I shove as much of her flesh as I can get into my mouth, letting the heat from me seep into her as I suck on her skin.
“Oh my god,” she whispers. “Ford, you have no idea…”
She doesn’t finish her sentence, but I can still piece together the sentiment.
The desperation is like music to my ears.
What I wouldn’t give to undo my belt right now, shove my jeans down, and settle between her thighs.
But this is June, I remind myself for what feels like the hundredth time since I came into this room.
The last thing I want to do is push her further than she wants.
“Ford,” she begs.
I know, baby. I know.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I twist her to the side and lower us both to the ground. Precum seeps through my jeans and drips on her inner thigh as I settle between her parted legs, not bothering to let go of her pert nipple. She tastes too good. Too sweet. Too fucking perfect.
“Ford.” She churns her hips against me, desperate for friction, and fuck, would I love to give it to her.
Trouble is, I have to stop tasting her sweet body to grab a condom from my wallet, and that feels like a damn travesty.
Flicking my tongue against the little nub, I thrust against her core, not even giving a shit that we both have too much fabric separating us to take this to the next level.
“I’m close,” she whispers. Hell, it’s almost shy. Like she can’t believe it herself. I’ve only met one or two girls who can get off with nipple stimulation. Knowing June’s one of them makes me even more ready to blow my load than before.
Come on, June Bug. Let’s see how pretty you look when I make you come.
Her fingers twist in my hair, holding me to her full chest as her breathing turns erratic.
Like I’m going anywhere, June.
I haven’t dry humped like this since I was a teenager, and even then, it never felt like this. My dick is steel as I shamelessly rub against her while our clothes separate our lower halves. And all the while, I worship her chest like it was made for me. Like she was made for me.
“Holy crap, how am I close?” she whispers to no one in particular, rubbing herself against me, her chest, her pussy.
It’s like she doesn’t know what to do with herself.
Her fingers claw at my scalp and tug on my hair, proving how close she is to losing it.
The sharp feeling shoots straight to my balls as I suck on her perfect tits.
Fuck me, she’s close? I’m close. I’m so fucking close, I might actually—
“Ah!” she moans. Her body tenses beneath me, and her back arches, her chest smothering me until the taste of air is literally obsolete. But what a way to go. My balls tighten, and my dick pulses in my jeans, shocking the hell out of me. Liquid heat unloads in my pants. Like I’m a damn teenager.
Did I really just come in my pants?
Holy shit, I just came in my fucking pants.
Slowly, the tension in June’s body melts away, and her grasp on the back of my head disappears. “Oh my gosh.” She covers her face as we lie limply on the ground. The same dazed words tumble past her swollen lips. “Oh my gosh.”
With a low chuckle, I rest my forehead between her breasts.
My breath feels impossible to catch while I try to wrap my head around what the hell just happened.
Did we really only make it to second base?
Not that I was expecting anything else when I followed her in here, but dry humping? Really? Another low laugh escapes me.
“Well, that was…unexpected,” she murmurs, voicing my thoughts to the quiet room.
I lift my head and look down at my masterpiece in the black lights.
Half a dozen quarter-sized red blotches color her pretty skin.
They mingle with black smudges from my face paint and hot pink finger paint.
Never considered myself an artist, but damn. She’s nothing short of perfection.
My dick twitches at the sight, preparing for round two.
If I thought I stood a chance, I might try it, but now that she’s come, I have a feeling her logic will steal any odds I have of taking this further.
Look at the bright side. At least someone’s thinking clearly, ‘cause it sure as shit isn’t me.