Chapter 21 #2
"Yup." I tug at the knots at her hips, loosening both sides at once, and the bottoms flutter to the sand; she kicks them deftly onto the nearest Adirondack chair with remarkably accurate aim, and then she's nude as well; I cup her bare pussy. "She’s fucking sexy."
“You don't prefer it shaved?"
I shrug. “That’s up to you."
"You're the one looking at it. Just give me your honest opinion—shaved, trimmed, or full bush?”
I cup her again, and then press a finger against her seam, slowly fitting it inside her. "Story, my love—as long as it's you, I don't care. But if you really want to know what I’d prefer, I'd say trimmed."
She smiles. "Good to know. I have a tendency to shave, let it grow out to a full bush, and then shave it again. Summers, obviously, I tend to keep…her…trimmed, because bathing suits."
"Not into the whole bush sticking out of the bathing suit bottoms thing?" I ask, teasing.
She snorts. “Um, no. I think most girls do that once and never again."
"You did?"
She shrugs, nods. "Yup. Ninth grade swimming class.
I had this awesome blue one-piece. I thought it was the shit.
Like, I felt so good in it when I tried it on at the store.
But that was at the start of the summer, and I got my pubes in that summer.
So then by the time swim class came around in the winter semester, I had grown a full bush.
I was too embarrassed to even discuss it with my mom, and the bathing suit thing didn't even enter my mind. I changed into the suit for the first day of swim class and half of the girls in the locker room pointed and laughed. I refused to leave the locker room, got in trouble, and Mom had to pick me up, and I had to explain the whole thing. I’ve been at the very minimum, trimming it since then.
" She laughs and shakes her head. "Why am I telling you this? "
"Because I want to know everything about you," I say. "But I can think of a better way for you to use that mouth than talking."
She grins. "An excellent point."
She sinks to her knees, caressing my length with her gaze locked on my cock—and I swear to god, the look on her face is downright loving, and then becomes ravenous and eager.
And then she has me in her mouth and she's pumping my shaft with one hand, cupping my balls with the other.
"I meant—oh fuck! I meant kissing," I say.
"I know." She gazes up at me. "I had a better idea."
I gather her hair and pull it aside so I can watch her lips wrap around my cock and slide down my length. "Jesus, baby. Fuck, that feels amazing." I reach down and cup her jaw. "Look at me, sweetheart."
She lets me out of her mouth with an audible pop and gazes up at me, sitting on her heels. "Yes, my love?"
"I want to make love with you," I whisper. "As much as I love the feel of your mouth, it's not what I want. I want you."
She clutches my ass in both hands, rubs, caresses, squeezes, clutches again. "I know. I want you too. I need you inside me like I need my next breath."
"So let's—"
She takes me in her mouth without using her hands, slides her lips stuttering down my cock until she's taken as much of me as she can, and an orgasm surges through me without warning, taking me from pulsing to about to blow in an instant.
Before I can release, she lets me go and stares up at me as I fight myself back from the edge.
"You're seconds from coming, aren’t you?”
I nod, head hanging. "Fuck. Yes. I told you, I haven't—"
"Neither have I." She rises to her knees and rakes her fingernails down my chest, down my hips, reverses her hands so her fingertips point down as she slides her hands down over my knees and shins and then carves them back up my thighs, pauses to play with my ass, and then explores my back and shoulders, and all the while, her lips are dancing and dotting kisses all over my chest. "We have all the time in the world, now, Killy.
You know you want this. You just feel like you're supposed to stop me so we can make love. "
“Yeah, I guess that's true."
"I don't want you to stop me. I want to do this."
"Not that I'm arguing, but why?"
She sinks to sit on her heels again, gazing at my cock as she caresses it one-handed.
"I like it." She pumps the root and teases the very tip with the fingers of her other hand.
"I love your cock. I love making you go crazy. I love knowing I can make you feel amazing.” Now, she squeezes the root of my cock with her middle finger and thumb, hard, pumping the head with a loose fist. "I love watching you get silly and stupid while I've got you down my throat. I love the noises you make, the faces you make. I love how wild you get right before you come. I really love it when you grab me and just stop trying to control yourself and come as hard as you can.” She looks up at me. "Does that answer your question?"
I'm on the edge, still, despite my best efforts, and can only nod, jaw clenched as I force myself to hold back.
She grins. "Cat got your tongue?"
I have no words. I'm at a loss—she's on her knees in front of me, big breasts bare and beautiful and mine, lips wet and swollen, eyes bright and wide, hair loose and wild. "So goddamned perfect." It's all I can manage.
She melts. "You're supposed to say something sexy and demanding, babe, not sweet."
"It's like that, is it?"
She nods. Palms my ass in both hands and kisses my hipbone, above my navel, the other hipbone, and then my thigh, and the other, avoiding my cock entirely. "It's like that." She kisses, kisses, glances up at me, mischief in her expression. "Unless you had something else to say?"
Fuck, I know what she wants.
She likes dirty talk. Rough demands and firm commands.
And I realize I've been holding back—she said she was nervous and I didn't want to make it worse by coming in too hot. Now, it would seem, she's not nervous anymore.
So I decide it's time to give her what she wants—a part of myself I’ve never really had the chance to explore, until her.
I growl as a surge of need blasts through me, arousal boiling inside me like magma about to burst free from a volcano. Cupping her jaw, I tug her lower lip down with my thumb. "Open."
The greedy glee that suffuses her expression at my command only makes me hotter. "Yes, Killian."
She drops her jaw, mouth open wide, eyes on mine.
I fist my shaft and angle it toward her, slip the head onto her tongue.
The second she tastes me, feels me, her eyes flutter closed and she takes over.
She guides my hands to her head and then takes my cock in her fist, pumping my base as she suckles around the head.
With her other hand, she cups my balls, teasing, tickling, gently squeezing.
"Give it to me," she breathes, her whisper puffing on the saliva-wet skin of my cock-tip. "Come for me, baby."
I let my control—such little as remains, at least—snap entirely. I snarl my hands in her hair, tangling and knotting, and thrust my hips forward, pushing my cock between her lips. She moans in delight, and then adjusts the angle and opens her throat, and I pull her toward me and thrust deeper.
"Fuck, baby. I love watching you swallow my cock."
“Mmm," she hums, eyes lifted to mine. "Mmm-hmm?"
"You want me to come?"
"Mm-hmm!"
She lets go of my root as her lips slide down my length, and she cups my ass in her hands and bobs her mouth down my shaft until her nose nuzzles my belly. Pulling away, she breaks free with a gasp, saliva stringing from her lips to my cock, gasping.
And that's the end of my ability to wait.
"Fuck this," I snap. "I need you. Right fucking now."
I crouch and pick her up, and she gasps as I cradle her to my body. Her legs lock around my hips instinctively, and I claim her mouth, tasting myself on her breath, her lips.
"Killy, I wasn't—"
I nip her lip. "Couldn't help it." I brace one arm under her ass and find her pussy with the other, delving a finger against her clit. "I fucking need you."
"Killy!” she pants. "Fuck!”
I finger her clit, and she starts to buck and writhe within seconds. "I need to taste you."
She shakes her head, face buried in the side of my neck. "No. Later." She clings to my neck with one arm and leans backward, feet hooked at my coccyx, and grasps my cock, strokes me a few times, and then angles me against her slit. "This, right? This is what you need."
"Fuck yes."
She paints her pussy lips with my pre-cum, smearing it on her seam. “Say it, Killy. Tell me what you need." She holds my eyes. "Tell me while you take me."
"I need your pussy," I whisper. "I need to be inside you.
I can't wait. I don't want to come in your mouth.
I want this." I finger her clit and then slip my finger inside her, dipping deep into her wet, tight, slick channel, finding her G-spot and making her jerk and wail as a climax builds inside her.
"I need to feel you come while I’m inside you. "
She writhes against me, bucking and grinding as I alternate thrusting my fingers against her G-spot and circling her clit. "Killy!”
"Come for me, Story."
"Oh god, fuck, I’m so close. But I can't—I need you."
I grind with her, driving my cock through the lips of her pussy. "This? You want this?”
She nods raggedly, desperately, gripping my cock as I circle her clit. "Please, baby. I need your big, fat cock all the way inside me.”
"Then come for me." I slick three fingers inside her, and she clenches around me as a tight-throated keening scream escapes her gritted teeth. "That's it, sweet thing. Let me feel this pussy squeeze me."
She arches backward as her orgasm slams through her, and her pussy vises down on my fingers, and she comes apart for me, wailing and screaming—loud, wild, and with total abandon. "Killian!"
I fit my tip to her seam. “Take me, Story. Now."