insistent press of his cock into the heat that’s blazing between my thighs is making me insane.
I didn’t know how ravenous I was until the one thing that could satisfy my hunger was in my arms.
Our lips suck, nibble, and tongues tangle. He fucks my mouth like I know he wants to fuck my pussy and I am coming apart already.
I rock back and forth on him so the blunt head of his cock hits my clit just right every time and his finger pushes deeper, sending jolts of electric pleasure through me that build and mingle with all of the other sensations, and I scream when an orgasm curls my toes and steals my breath.
His hand tightens in my hair and in the same rhythmic clenching as my body, his breathing grows ragged, and I pant into his mouth and cup his face.
“Wow — that was some kiss.”
“Oh baby, that was nothing. I’ve got so much saved up for you …” He growls and nips my lower lip before he licks the sting away. His lips trail down my chin and his hand slides up my side and he grabs my breast.
“You’ve got the most incredible tits, Beth.” His hand closes over it, not gently, but with the same hunger he was kissing me.
Our eyes meet as he kneads my breasts, plucks and teases my nipple. He watches my responses, and when he sees my mouth fall open, or my eyes roll up, he increases the pressure.
But it’s not enough.
“Harder, please. I like…” I trail off, suddenly shy about how much I get off on the pain that always leads to pleasure.
“I know baby, I know. You’re so fucking perfect, Beth. I want to give it to you just like you like it.” He pinches my nipple and I sob at the way my pleasure splinters.
“I want you to touch yourself. I want to watch you while you watch me. Like we did on the phone, remember that last time?”
I nod.
“Let’s go upstairs. I want you in bed. Naked.”
I take his hand and lead him up the stairs. He’s never been up here before. He always sleeps on my couch. I’ve never brought anyone here, and as we step into the room that was my childhood sanctuary, I feel a moment of irrevocable import.
This is it.
And I’m so ready.
“Take off your clothes. I want to watch.” He stands, his back against the door, and his order slides over me like a caress and I move as fast as I can, with trembling hands to comply.
I pull my shirt over my head and he licks his lips when my breasts are bared to him. I’ve always lamented how small they are. But it’s not lost on me that they fit his palm perfectly.
“Thank you, baby.” He breathes as he watches from heavy-lidded eyes.
I kick my boots off, slide my jeans down my legs and then step out of my thong.
“Lay down, spread, let me see that pretty pussy.” He murmurs, his lips wet from his tongue.
“I want to kiss you again, Carter.”
“Later. While I’m fucking you, we’ll never stop kissing. Now, let me see how you make yourself come.”
I’m not sure if I can do it with him watching. But, the anticipation in his eyes makes me want to try. I lay back and spread my legs. He sits. As soon as I touch myself, I forget my inhibitions. It feels so good and his eyes on me make me feel like a goddess. “Tell me how it feels, Beth.”
My eyes drift closed, my body on fire. “It’s hard and sensitive”
I circle my clit and he moans. “Watch me, too,”
I lift up on to the tower of pillows and prop myself up so I can see him. My mouth waters. His body is rigid, his chest and abs are flexed tight and the tributary of veins that course down over the V cut into his hips stand out even more than normal. But it’s his beautiful thick dick that makes my mouth water. He’s got one of his big hands fisted around it and he’s stroking himself.
“I’m just getting it ready for you, baby,” his rich voice is gruff and husky. I can’t take my eyes off him and I can’t stop touching myself.
By the time he peels his jeans down his muscular thighs, I’m close again. I cry out and throw my head back into the pillows.
He walks toward me, his powerful shoulders flexing as he pulls his shirt