Page 63 of Pining for Pierce

“I am a little, but at least now I know why.”

“Because it was your first time,” I say, lying beside her as she lowers her head and turns to face me.

“That, and because you’re enormous.”

“I’m not sure about that, babe, but if I am, you can’t be surprised. You saw me naked before we started all this.”

“I know… but I guess I was preoccupied.”

“You too?”

“Yeah.”

“It must be love, then.”

“I guess so,” she says, raising her head as I dip mine and our lips meet. I deepen the kiss, exploring her mouth with my tongue as I feel her hand slide around my cock.

“I take it you’re not ready to stop?” I murmur, breaking the kiss.

“No. I’m not done exploring yet,” she says, licking her lips in a very deliberate, very sexy move, which makes my cock spasm in her hand. She glances at me and tilts her head as her fingers caress me, gliding up and down my shaft.

“Oh, fuck, babe,” I moan, turning onto my back and closing my eyes, wallowing in her touch. She keeps it gentle, her hand just skimming over me, until she brings the other one into play. The feeling of having both of her hands on me is pure joy and I open my eyes in time to see her shimmy down the bed and lean over, taking me in her mouth. “Yes…” I hiss between gritted teeth, struggling for control. The sight of Harley with my cock in her mouth is beyond anything I’ve ever imagined, and she swirls her tongue around the tip a couple of times, then takes me a little deeper. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” I ask, and she looks up at me, our eyes meeting as she pulls back, releasing me.

“No.”

“Seriously?”

“I haven’t done anything before… except kissing. I’ve kissed, or rather been kissed, a few times.”

“You’re clearly a natural,” I say and she smiles, flicking her tongue over the tip of my cock before she takes the head in hermouth, changing position slightly, so she can suck on the first few inches. That’s all she can manage for now, and I’m okay with that. I’m more than okay with it, and I reach down, pulling her hair up behind her head, so I can see her better. She bobs up and down, her hands on either side of my shaft, like she’s worshiping my cock. “That’s a fabulous view,” I whisper. “But I can think of a better one.”

She turns her head, looking up at me and raising her eyebrows as I release her hair.

“Oh?” she says, freeing me, although she’s still holding my cock between her hands.

“Yeah. Come here.” I lift her up and over me, and she lets out a yelp of surprise as I set her down again, facing the end of the bed, one knee on either side of me. She’s not quite in the right place, so I edge down slightly, until her pussy is directly above my face, and I lean up, licking from her clit to her entrance and back again.

“Oh,” she groans. “Oh… yes.”

She lowers her hips, making it easier… and easier still when she parts her legs, exposing her perfect clit to my tongue. I don’t tell her what to do, but it seems I don’t need to, as within seconds, I feel her lips close around my cock again. We feast on each other, but mouths and tongues aren’t enough, and she uses her hands, too, letting them slide up and down my shaft, one on either side. The sensation is incredible and, unable to help myself, I raise my hips, needing more. She moans, parting her legs even wider still, and I add a finger to the mix, rubbing it over her, and then inserting it, knuckle-deep inside her. She rocks against me, pushing her pelvis down onto my face, as I force mine up, hitting the back of her throat. There’s something feverish about this… something frantic and frenzied, like we can’t get enough of each other. I know I can’t get enough of her, and I suck her clit into my mouth, making her squeal.

She’s beside herself, close to coming, and so am I, although I can’t… not yet. I stop what I’m doing, although I leave my finger inside her, and pat her gently on the ass.

She moves her mouth from my cock and turns slightly.

“Is something wrong?” she asks, breathing hard. “I was really close, and…”

“I know. So was I. That’s why I stopped.” She goes to get off of me, clearly surprised by my reaction, but I hold her still. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to come in your mouth.”

She sucks in a breath, like she needs to fill her lungs with air, and says, “Oh. I hadn’t thought about that.”

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. Swallowing isn’t to everyone’s taste.”

“What’s the alternative?” she asks, and I smile, even though she can’t see me.

“In this position? You’ll come on my face, which will be amazing… and I’ll give you fair warning, so you can pull back in time.”

“And where you will come?” she asks.

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