Role Play - Alison Hendricks Page 0,48

just talking dirty as a baseline. I smirked, though, because I had other plans.

"Not yet."

Without any further explanation, I tugged his jeans off of him, then followed with the boxers. His cock was soft now, but I knew I could get it hard again before I was done.

Pressing my hands against the other side of his thighs, I lifted him up so his legs were almost directly over his head, his ass presented almost perfectly, aside from the angle. I moved my hands down to spread his cheeks and licked a stripe to his hole. Though I could reach it easily enough, the angle definitely was a little awkward. I teased along the puckered edge and Elliot squirmed, moaning more loudly. When I finally pressed the tip of my tongue in, I realized it was going to be a lot easier to give in. At least partly.

"Looks like you'll get your wish," I said, kicking off my own shoes and shedding my pants and briefs.

My dick was already hard and leaking precum, but I gave it a few strokes as I climbed over the couch, my knees on either side of his torso. I slanted my hips downward and Elliot took to the position immediately, gripping the base of my cock and wrapping his lips around the head.

A shiver raced through me, but I focused on my own task, my hands on the arm of the couch. This time when I dragged my tongue over him, I was able to wet a strip of flesh from his taint to his hole. And when I pressed inside, I felt far less resistance, the tip of my tongue sliding in.

I rimmed him slowly, teasingly while he sucked me. At one point I thrust into his mouth, having to focus on that instead of what I was doing with my mouth. But afterward I'd gone back to it with enthusiasm, driving my tongue in and out of him, sliding two fingers in one he was ready to take them.

Too much more of this and I was definitely going to come, though. I didn't want that yet; didn't want this to be over. Even if we could get right back to it after a rest, I still didn't want any part of it to end.

So I drew back, panting, and helped him up off the couch. I pulled off his shirt then drew him into an embrace, our naked bodies flush with one another. We kissed like that for several minutes, just standing in my living room, our hands roaming all over each other. Then I led him to my bedroom, making a brief stop to grab lube and a condom.

He lay down on his stomach, ass up and waiting.

"Turn over," I said. "I want to see your face."

When he did so, there was an endearing flush in his cheeks. I smiled at him even as I lubed up my now-covered dick. Kneeling down beside the bed, I wet his hole with my tongue a bit more before generously applying the lube.

"Please," Elliot whimpered as I climbed over him. "I want you so bad."

"I'm here, baby," I soothed, feeling him clutch at my arms. "You've got me."

I don't know why I used the endearment, but it felt more natural than I wanted to examine. Almost as natural as it did to slide into him several moments later. His body was ready and willing, letting me fill him with ease. I sank in to the hilt, then drew back and did it all over again.

Elliot pressed his head back against the mattress, his legs coming up to wrap around me. I accommodated him, leaning down, almost resting my weight atop him. I used my hips and my thighs to drive deep into him over and over again, muffling his cries with my mouth on his.

It was different than what we'd done before. I wasn't gentle because I knew neither of us wanted that right now. But every slam of my hips against his was joined by almost soft, tender kisses. Our moans blended together, our bodies moving toward a mutual goal. He lifted up to meet every thrust, slamming against me as I thrust into him.

I was so close, wanted so bad to come, but I held out until I felt him tense beneath me. He cried out, a low moan muffled against my mouth as I kissed him fiercely. His muscles squeezed around me, demanding that I come, too.

And my body wasn't about to