intimidating to be in this position. Add that to how I’m attempting to make this a mind meltingly good blowjob and the pressure is on.
The French manicure on my fingernails looks strangely obscene wrapped around his dick and I wish he could see it but then his tongue flicks against my clit again and I’m gasping and trying to remember to stay on task.
Suck his brains out of his dick, Beaumont, for Christ’s sake!
I dive into the blowjob the same way I tackle anything, head first and with the false confidence of someone who has always gotten what they wanted, one way or another.
I relax my throat enough to swallow him down in one go and the groan he lets out is that of a dying man, long and choked out as though he’s in pain. It gives me the confidence to not only keep going but to put my all into it, no matter how I look or the sounds I’m making.
Humming works quite well and almost backfires on me because the groan he lets out over my clit takes me all the way to the edge in one go, the wave of my orgasm washing over me until my legs are shaking and just barely keeping me up.
The embarrassment of falling on him might kill me.
I desperately want him to come first, even if that does put a dampener on the rest of my plans, but no matter what noises he makes in appreciation of what I’m doing, he doesn’t want to lose this game we’ve found ourselves in. He also knows exactly how to shove me over the edge and when I reach down to cup his balls gently, rolling him in my hand, he obviously gets close enough to coming that he finally stops his teasing and gets to work properly, two fingers slipping inside of me and hooking until he’s stroking over my G spot mercilessly.
I almost choke, I come so hard with him so far down my throat it hurts.
I forget sometimes how strong he is when all of my limbs start to shake and I think I’m about to fall, his hands wrap around my hips and lift me off of him, maneuvering my body until I’m straddling his waist now and not his face.
“There’s no way I’m riding anything right now, give a girl a break,” I say, hoping my voice doesn’t sound as wrecked as I’m feeling.
He grins up at me, his face drenched and glistening with my cum that he’s made no attempts to wipe away. “You look too fucking pretty sitting on me; let a man enjoy the view for a minute.”
I blush like a schoolgirl and my eyes narrow at him for making me so goddamn soft, but his grin just gets bigger and more lecherous.
I’m not expecting him to flip me over, his hand cradling the back of my head so the impact onto the pillows doesn’t jar me and by the time I’ve realized what it is that he’s doing, he’s finally, finally, pushing inside of me.
There’s nothing like this feeling. Nothing at all in the world compares to Aodhan O’Cronin sliding inside of me like he’s coming home, and he doesn’t at all ease me into it. His hips move rhythmically, not pounding into me but relentless as he stokes my body into a frenzy.
I’m a squirming mess but one of his hands clamps onto my chin and holds my face steady as he stares down at me, taking in every shaking moan and desperate gasp until I’m coming, my pussy clenching around him and his hips stuttering for a second as he groans.
He doesn’t come though.
The control he’s got over himself right now is fucking unreal, and the moment I come down from my high, his hips start up again. It’s not until my body is breaking apart for the fourth time that he grunts and grinds his hips into mine, his lips desperate on mine as we both groan through the high.
My legs are numb so he definitely did exactly what he said he was going to do.
He leans down to press his forehead against mine, his breath fanning out across my cheeks before he pulls out and away from me, and it’s a more intimate moment than when I’d straddled his smirking face.
I think I’m in love with him.
It shouldn’t shock me at all, I wouldn’t let him in if I didn’t think that this could be something serious, but I didn’t