48. Jules #2
His thrusts grow wilder, faster and there’s a primal part of me which loves the reaction I have on him. How hot is it to have a man’s sole attention, especially and only when you want it? When Drew looks at me, whether it’s when I’m naked or fully dressed, I know he doesn’t see anyone else.
“Isn’t that better, baby?” I whisper, arching my neck up.
“You’re fucking perfect, in case I haven’t made that obvious.”
Smiling, I tilt my head down and take the head of his cock into my mouth.
I lick him each time he thrusts forward and Drew makes sounds which I didn’t know a man can make outside of a jungle.
My pussy throbs with need and I want to reach into my panties to play with myself, but I don’t want to miss out on his pleasure.
“Do you want me to swallow?” I ask.
“I do, but first, I want to see your tits covered in my come. If you want me to mark you, I’m going to do it properly.”
I watch him lose all control as his thrusts become more erratic. His chest rumbles, fingers squeezing impossibly hard. His warm release lands across my chest and Drew groans, both at the visual and with the release.
He steps back and I look down at the sticky white come all over my chest and tits. “Bet you want a picture of this.”
“So fucking badly,” he says with a low laugh. “It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I should clean up,” I say.
I expect him to get a towel but he drops to his knees in front of me. “Be a good girl and swallow for me.”
I start to open my mouth and ask him what he means when he dips in and presses his tongue on my chest. He licks me clean, tongue swiping over my skin until every drop of his come is wiped away. Mouth full of his come, he surges up and kisses me, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth.
Pushing me back onto the bed, he tugs my panties down my legs until I’m completely on display for him. I realize I’m obscenely wet and want to close my legs, but Drew and his massive shoulders are stopping me.
“Now comes the part I’ve been waiting for,” he says before running the flat of his tongue over the length of my pussy.
He feasts on my pussy like a man who’s got all the time in the world to enjoy his favorite meal. He kisses, licks, and sucks like eating pussy is going out of style.
“If I can eat nothing other than pussy for the rest of my life, I’d die a happy man,” he says.
“I don’t know about you, but I have a social life and a busy schedule,” I reply. “I can maybe fit you in every Tuesday for thirty minutes in the afternoon.”
He nips at my clit lightly and I gasp, trying to twist away from him.
“Rude,” I say.
“You’d never deny me this pussy, baby,” Drew says. His eyes look up the length of my body until they reach mine. “Don’t deny you don’t love me on my knees worshipping you. I’ll promise you the whole world for a single taste.”
“Seems like a risky endeavor,” I say, my words cutting off into a moan as he slips a finger inside me.
“You’re worth the risk.”
My heart booms inside my chest as Drew drops his mouth to my clit and sucks lightly. My hips bow off the bed and he slides another finger inside.
“I want you to count for me, baby,” he says.
Pressing his fingers in and out of me, he starts to rub my clit. My back bows off the bed as heat builds up in my lower belly. I come like a sudden crashing wave, shouting my release into the room. My eyes squeeze shut, pleasure wracking through my body.
“Count,” Drew growls.
“One,” I gasp. Lifting my head up, I meet his gaze. “Sometimes I wish you were more selfish and would just get on with it.”
He laughs, his mouth glistening with my wetness. “You absolutely don’t want that, baby. I definitely don’t. Watching you come apart while I’m eating this delicious little cunt is the best kind of pleasure I can experience.”
The fact that he always takes his time with me just adds to my pleasure. I don’t think I’m ever going to get over it and a quickie will always leave me wanting more. I need more of his attention, I need him to touch me like I belong to him. I need my pleasure to drive his hunger.
“Where’s your vibrator?” he asks.
“Why would I bring my vibrator when I have you?”
Drew arches a brow, like he knows me better than that.
I point to my pink kit on the table. “It’s in there.”
Drew stands up and I watch his ass flex as he walks across the room.
I’ve gotten more use out of my vibrator since we got together than ever before.
Which sounds bad out of context, but he travels a lot and I’ve gotten used to coming multiple times in a day when he’s around.
My body craves an orgasm the same way it craves a Parisian hot chocolate and croissant and there’s only one hunger I can feed without travelling thousands of miles.
I push up on the bed so Drew’s not crouching down on the rough hotel carpet and abusing his poor athlete’s knees.
Grabbing the vibrator, Drew returns to me and I see he’s hard again, his thick cock curving upwards towards his navel.
“Open,” he commands, setting his hand on my ankle.
I squeeze my legs tighter, my pussy throbbing at the command. I chew on my bottom lip. “I don’t know. This is all happening so fast and you’re a stranger.”
Drew raises my foot, placing an open mouthed kiss on the side of my ankle. “That’s the appeal, isn’t it? You can live out your wildest fantasies without worry and you’ll never see me again.”
“But what if it’s too good?”
Drew continues kissing his way up my calf, his eyes lifting to mine.
“I’ve wanted you since I first saw you like I've never wanted anyone else. I’m going to fuck you so good, baby.
You’ll spend your whole life wishing for someone to worship you the way I do.
You’re not going to let me leave here without the memory of you falling apart under me, are you? ”
God, he says such sweet and filthy things, my mind scrambles to catch up. My pussy throbs in need, demanding I open my legs and let him have my way with me. I spread them slowly and Drew grins in triumph.
“Good girl.”
His head falls down between my legs and he kisses my pussy.
“Sweetest fucking pussy, baby. I can’t believe you were going to deny me the pleasure of having it all to myself tonight. Don’t do it again.”