setting me on edge and making me ridiculously horny.
All the while, my hands roam over his body, feeling different muscle groups flex. I wrap my legs around him, pressing my pussy against the outline of his cock through his jeans.
He knows just how to make me crazy. He makes this sound deep in his chest, while his mouth is on my breasts. It’s a rumble, or a growl maybe. I just can’t get enough of it.
He pulls back. “I want you to ride my mouth, Pippa.”
I turn red all over. “I don’t know, Lars…”
“Yes. Come on, try it. I think you’ll like it,” he says. I look in his eyes, blue as the sea in the morning, burning with lust.
“I’m embarrassed,” I admit.
“Don’t be,” he says. Your hair tossed back, your breasts thrusting out, a book of pleasure on your face… I can’t think of anything hotter.”
I pull my lower lip between my teeth, but he’s already getting off of me and laying down on the bed. I guess I’m doing this, then.
One thing I know is that Lars will never laugh at me or make me feel awkward on purpose. As we spend more and more time together, that becomes readily apparent.
I move up the bed to the wall, kneeling beside his head.
“Ready?” I ask hesitantly.
He nods, caressing my thigh with a smirk. “Extremely ready.”
I maneuver myself over his face, straddling him. It’s a balancing act and I’m glad that the wall is right there to lean on for a second. I have never felt so awkward in my life, but Lars’s hands come up to the tops of my thighs, gently pushing me down.
I spread my knees a little wider, biting my lip. I feel the warmth of his breath just before he kisses the inside of my thighs. I close my eyes, forcing myself to breathe.
I can feel my pussy growing wet as he kisses upward toward my mound. It makes me squeamish, but at the same time, I bite my lip and think of how hot he’ll look after I come. Wiping my juices from his face?
Ja, that makes me fucking hot.
He presses the tops of my thighs down further until I fully rest on his face. At the same time he kisses my aching clit, ever so lightly. I moan.
“Oh god,” I say as he kisses it again, increasing the pressure a little.
I bite my lip, unsure what to do with my hands. I run my hands over my body, ending up enjoying the sensation of cupping my own breasts. I lean my head to the side, groaning at the stimulation of Lars slowly licking my clit.
I pull on both my nipples at once, and buck against his wicked tongue a couple of times. I keep imagining him after I come all over his face, which makes me crazy.
He shifts for a second, moving his arm. His big hand splays out over one ass cheek, then he coaxes me back down to his mouth. Lars does figure eights with his tongue over my clit, the hand on my ass trailing lower and lower, teasing the cleft of my ass.
He closes his lips over my clit and sucks, which makes me cry out. At the same time, he slips a probing fingertip just to the pucker of my ass. I immediately moan so loud that I embarrass myself. The sensation of him playing with my ass like that just makes me fucking wild. I freeze up, even though Lars sucks harder on my clit. I feel myself blossoming like a flower, a feeling of fullness growing low in my body.
He feels me lock up, and pulls back. “Easy, Pippa. What’s going on?”
I go red as a beet. “I like it. I like it too much, if that’s possible. But I feel like you should get off, too.”
He kisses my inner thigh. “I can, if you want to turn around. You can suck my cock and ride my face at the same time.”
How… dirty.
I nod, awkwardly repositioning myself. When I am facing his cock though, I have something to do. My fingers unbutton his jeans, pushing down his boxer briefs to reveal his long, hard, perfect cock.
As Lars closes his lips over my clit again, I take his cock in my fist. He groans, which is eminently satisfying. I strain to wrap my lips around his tip, which is too far away for much else.
I mmmmm at the male taste of him, salty and bitter earthy in