17 #2
And I was coming with a shout, slapping into her sodden cunt hard.
To my surprise, she stiffened up, her walls clamping down so fucking tightly around my dick it had me hissing through my teeth and seeing actual stars.
Her inner muscles pulsed around my throbbing length as she came right on the heels of my orgasm, her eyes rolling back into her skull.
The fact that making me come had made her come was the hottest fucking thing ever, holy shit.
I didn’t give her time to relax, remembering at the last moment to grab the base of the condom before I slipped out of her. She made a low, disapproving noise. I yanked the condom off and dropped it carelessly on the floor, then slid down the bed until I was between her thighs.
She grabbed my hair, almost screaming my name as my mouth landed on her clit, and I slid two fingers inside her. I pumped the digits easily through all that juicy wetness, sucking hard and fast until she came again, her thighs vibrating around my head, her grip on my hair painfully tight.
Jesus. I didn’t know what it was—the adrenaline rush or a mix of arousal and endorphins from the intense orgasm still pumping through my veins, but I was still hard.
I leaned up, and she dragged me into a dirty, open-mouthed kiss, even though she was still trembling with aftershocks.
“Do you want to keep going?” I murmured into her mouth, trying—and probably failing—to mask my need. She pulled back, her eyes widening slightly. “It’s okay if you’re tired.”
“Are you tired?” she retorted through panting breaths.
I laughed breathlessly, then pressed my hard dick against her pussy lips. My voice was dark when I whispered, “I could spend hours eating you out.”
“Fuck.”
“Do you think you can come again?”
“Jesus, Uzi.” Her eyes were dark with need. She’d begun to move her hips, probably subconsciously, sliding her wet pussy along my throbbing length. So fucking hot, goddamn.
“That’s not a no.”
Her lips twitched. “No, it’s not. But it might ... it might take some time.”
“What did I just say about spending hours eating you out?”
“Well then.” She flopped back onto the mattress, her thighs splaying open. Christ, she was so sexy. “If that’s the case.”
I laughed.
She watched me, her hand landing on my head again when I returned between her deliciously thick thighs. I maintained eye contact as I began to kiss and lick, taking my sweet time. We didn’t look away for a single moment, the eye contact and our mirroring moans adding to the eroticism in the air.
She was right about it taking some time; my jaw was beginning to ache by the time she began to shake and whimper, her hips making sweet little jolts into my mouth.
I didn’t mind, though. My jaw could lock permanently for all I cared; I was addicted to reducing my best friend to a puddle using my mouth alone.
I stared hungrily at her tits, an idea popping into my head. It sank hooks into me once it appeared, then refused to let go.
Ofure whined with disappointment when I left her pussy, moving up to feast on her tits, sucking on her nipples.
She moaned, her back arching sexily, her disappointment forgotten.
I discretely fumbled around the sheets for a condom, ripping it open and fumbling again for the right side before I slid it—thankfully the correct way—down my aching shaft.
I grabbed my dick and used it to replace my mouth, stroking and teasing at her clit with the swollen head, my mouth still feasting on her breasts until she was on the verge of coming again.
“Oh fuck, oh God—” She sobbed as I sucked her nipples just the way she liked it, while I tried to maintain a rhythm on her pussy, grinding the head of my prick repeatedly onto her swollen, sensitive clit. “Uzi, oh God, I’m—I’m—”
I quickly angled my dick, then thrust inside her to the hilt just as she came. Her mouth fell open on a silent scream, her nails raking almost painfully down my back.
“Fuck,” I snarled, keeping my hips still, enjoying the feel of her orgasm practically throttling the fuck out of my dick. “Goddamn. Holy shit.”
The moment she came back down to earth, I began to move, pumping into her hard. She was crying at this point, tears of pleasure sliding down her temples, her nails still raking into my back, her thighs shaking uncontrollably.
“Oh my God.” She sobbed with each powerful thrust. “Oh my God, oh my God.”
“Yeah?” I rasped. “Am I hitting it right, Fure, baby?”
“Uzi.” She sobbed. “Fuck. Yes. Yes, yes—fuck me, fuck me, fuck me—”
“I am fucking you,” I teased breathlessly, leaning up till I was balanced on my knees, sliding my hands underneath her thighs to lift them up, then grabbing her ankles and holding her legs up in a “v” in the air.
She went completely silent as I began slamming into her hard, both her hands fisting the sheets by her sides, her eyelids fluttering, eyes completely white.
“You’re taking me so well,” I grunted, the sound of our bodies slapping together so fucking lewd. “That feel good, baby?” She made a low noise, actual words seemingly beyond her grasp right now. My chest puffed up. I watched her tits bounce, my balls beginning to pull up.
She shoved a hand between her legs and furiously began circling her clit with her pointer and middle fingers, her pussy tightening impossibly around me at the added stimulation.
“Jesus.” I hissed through my teeth, but didn’t stop pumping into that unholy tightness.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy.” She sobbed, her sexy thick thighs beginning to shake, her fingers stroking and stroking, the digits glistening with the evidence of her pleasure and arousal.
“Fuck yeah,” I snarled, fucking into her even harder.
“Give it to me, Fure, baby. Give me that fucking nut.”
The fluttering in her eyelids intensified, her teeth sinking hard into her lower lip, hips lifting, face scrunching up. I made a filthy noise when she came, forcing myself to stop thrusting so I could feel every inch of her orgasm pulsing hard around my dick once again.
“Fuck.” I swivelled my hips, keening when the movement seemed to prolong her orgasm, the feeling of it threatening to turn my brain to literal mush.
I practically collapsed on top of her when she was done, rutting jaggedly into her until I came, shuddering, my mouth open on a silent scream.
We were both breathing hard afterward, almost gasping. I didn’t want to move. And from the way she was lying, practically melting into the bed underneath me, she probably didn’t want to move either.
But I forced myself to. I got rid of the condom, picking up the one from the floor as well and dumping them in the trash. Damn, my legs felt like jelly.
I got out my pack of wet wipes. She shivered at the cold, and I murmured soothingly as I wiped her as clean as she could get, the sight and feel of her soft, swollen pussy threatening to make me randy again.
I gave myself a cursory wipe as well, then slid back into the bed, pulling her into my arms.
She came easily, heavy, sleepy eyes meeting mine, and I was whispering before I could stop myself, “I love you.”
Everything inside me tumbled wildly, because once the words left my lips, I knew they didn’t sound the same.
Like she could hear whatever it was I’d just inadvertently revealed, her breathing hitched, her soft, brown eyes growing wide and shiny.
She swallowed visibly before she whispered, “I love you, too,” the words sounding just as different from her, too.
She pushed forward to hide her face in my chest, and I held her tight, wishing, wanting, aching.