On His Face - Tabatha Kiss Page 0,48
inner thigh. He looks at me, his eyes everywhere.
Naked and fully exposed, I wait for him to say something. Anything.
Finally, Drew whispers, “You are so beautiful.”
He kisses me and moves down in a way that prevents our bodies from… interlocking. Still, we cling to each other, warm and breathless at the end of our game.
But is this the end?
I mean, I’ve seen all of him now. He’s seen all of me…
“You okay?” Drew asks.
I nod. I smile. I get lost in him all over again. “Yeah,” I say.
No, this isn’t the end.
We’re not even close.
I tilt my head as I lean in. His eyes close and he waits for our lips to touch, but I pause less than an inch away.
I reach between us, and I touch him. I drag a single fingertip along the length of his cock.
Drew inhales sharply, but he doesn’t open his eyes. His cock twitches and he makes the most delicious sound as I touch him again.
I kiss him. His hand instantly rises to my cheek, pulling me in as I continue to explore. I wrap my fingers around his shaft. He grips my hair and smothers me with a passionate, greedy kiss.
Then, he smiles and opens his deep green eyes, but he doesn’t release the tight hold on my hair. “What are you doing?” he asks.
I look down. I marvel at the thickness of him in my palm. His torso quivers with each slow stroke. “I want to know what you like,” I say, meeting his eyes.
He presses his forehead against mine. Pleasurable sighs fall from his lips and he kisses me even harder. “Are you sure?” he breathes.
I lick my tender lips. “Yes.”
His fist tightens around my hair. He kisses me one more time, then releases it. “Lie back,” he says. “Spread your legs.”
I follow his command, his growl echoing in my ears. My heart pounds like a drum as he shifts closer and kneels between my open thighs. His cock once again rests on my leg, mere inches away from my entrance, and voices in my head scream even louder.
Wait.
Stop.
Drew leans forward. Our bodies press together.
“Don’t,” I murmur, the word spilling off my tongue.
“I won’t,” he says, our lips grazing. “I just want to touch you.”
He caresses my face, gliding his thumb along my bottom lip. My lips part for him and he pokes the tip of my tongue, coaxing it to come out and play. I lick the pad of his thumb, coating it with my saliva as he kisses my neck.
He kneels back again, our bodies still so close as he slides his hand between my breasts. Over my navel. Along my…
“Is this okay?” Drew asks, stopping.
My breath quivers deep inside. His thumb lingers above my throbbing clit, just barely touching the sensitive skin around it as he waits for me to answer.
“Yes,” I say.
Drew parts the lips. His touch sparks fire. I instantly burn, but each firm rub feels like a splash of cool water, too. My lips part. My breaths quicken. I close my eyes and lie back, submitting to Drew’s hand.
I feel him lean over me. He kisses my chin, his hand never ceasing the slow grind on my clit. I kiss him back. I moan softly, pleasure growing more and more with each passing second. His cock presses into my hip, a hard reminder of how much I want to make him feel as good as I do.
I grab his cock again and Drew groans. His shaft twitches in my fingers. We kiss even harder as he fucks my palm and I grind against his hand. We moan and ache and I let myself give into it.
My body heat rises. Sweat builds on my brow. I feel sticky and far too warm, but the sensation of him is far too good. I grind harder. I stroke faster. We moan louder, not caring who might hear it. Tension builds inside of me until my entire body demands release.
I come. I come hard.
I rest my head on the pillow, feeling light-headed but oh-so good. Drew’s hand doesn’t leave me, gently cradling my clit as my body quivers during climax. I let my tongue run wild, mewling as he tastes my moans. It only lasts a few seconds, but the aftershocks never stop coming.
Drew buries his face in my shoulder and grunts loudly. Cum shoots on my stroking hand, on my hip and navel. I swell in surprise. I’ve never been come on before.
I like it.
I stroke him slowly.