into my mouth. I kept going but then gagged and it flopped and made a wet sound as it dropped to his belly. I grabbed for it again. “Sorry.”
“S’okay, Jojo.” He ran his fingers through my hair at the side. “Take it slow. No need to rush. And put your ass up. I want access.”
I got to my knees and put my bum up in the air. He yanked my undies down and shoved his fingers between my ass cheeks to find my pussy soaking wet. I heard his fingers back there.
“Turn you on to suck my cock, babe?”
“Yeah.”
“Tell me.”
“Wanted to do this to you so many times.” I licked from root to tip and then squeezed my hand tight around it and licked a circle around the tip while squeezing again. “Wanted to just drop to my knees and take you in my mouth. Look up at you and beg you to let me suck your cock. Just wanted to taste you so much. Wanted these fingers in my hair.”
His left hand slid through the wetness between my legs. He grasped a handful of my hair tighter with his right and groaned. I sucked, keeping my eyes fixed on his eyes.
His other hand strummed at my clit and I whimpered with a mouth full of him.
“Need to taste you, too. Here,” he said and did a sit up. He reclined on the pillows as he pulled my underwear the rest of the way off. He grasped my legs so that I was backwards straddling his face, my knees against his shoulders and my feet buried in pillows. He buried his face into me from behind. I grabbed his cock with both hands and sucked the tip and as much as I could comfortably fit into my mouth while I worked his cock below that with squeezes with my left hand. I moved my right hand down to cup his balls while he kissed, then sucked on my clit and this made me jolt. I got as enthusiastic with my mouth and hands as he did and it didn’t take long for me to buck wildly as I climaxed and at the tail end of it, he came in my mouth. He slapped my ass hard, groaning out sexily as he did it.
I choked and gagged. And yuck, it did not taste good. But the sound he made? The goosebumps I could feel and see all over his thighs? I was proud of myself and decided right there that he’d get as much head as he wanted from me. I rolled off him and snuggled up.
“You are really good with your mouth, Christian.”
“Mm.” He smiled. “Let’s get a shower. I could tell you liked it. My beard is fuckin’ soaked.” He ran his palm from his upper lip down to his chin, revealing a big smile.
I giggled. “Not sure I like the taste of cum, though. No offense, baby, but that was dank. I did like putting my mouth on you. I liked giving you goosebumps. But I think I might be a spitting girl instead of a swallowing one.”
He took my hand with a smile and a shrug. “Your choice. You wanna pass up on a protein shot; whatever.”
I laughed. “Yeah. I’ll hit the juice bar if I want one of those. I’m guessing I’m okay at that…”
“You’ll do,” he shrugged and then a smile split wide on his face.
I spanked him and laughed.
We went for a shower whereby he soaped up his beard and head with shampoo and I washed his back. He washed mine and spent a lot of time soaping up my boobs before sliding inside me again and fucking me against the shower wall.
Shower wall sex was the bomb.
***
“You want me clean shaven for the wedding?” he asked as he dried off.
“Um, no.” I looked at him like he was crazy.
“You like the facial hair?”
“Um, hello! You have fabulous facial hair.”
He smiled and examined his face in the mirror. “I do, don’t I? Especially now that it’s got some extra conditioner.”
It took me a second to realize what he was referring to.
“Ohhh! I get it.” I laughed my head off. “But, eww.”
***
“And by the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I pronounce you husband and wife. Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Forker.”
We were showered with birdseed by our loved ones as he laid a hot and heavy kiss on me in front of the Las Vegas sign.
I was on top of the world.