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 lay back and start slowly at first. I’m not sure if I can do it with him watching.
“Watch me, too,” he groans from where he’s standing, and I use the pillows to prop myself up so I can see.
He’s pulled his beautiful thick dick out and he’s got a hand wrapped around it and he’s stroking himself.
I don’t stop fucking myself as I watch him. And by the time he peels the dark fabric down his hips and 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 off.
“Not without me,” he growls before the mattress sinks under his weight. His big hands press against my inner thighs and he pushes them open and without saying another word, he nudges my hands away and replaces them with his mouth.
My back arches off the bed and I moan low and deep at the first feel of his lips on me. My fingers, still slick with my desires spear into his hair and hold his head in place. His tongue sweeps up in one broad stroke and his lips nibble my clit. I scream at the shock of pleasure that spreads like an undammed river through me.
His big strong hands move up my body in broad strokes that are