Page 116 of Brassy Bigwig

“These are getting a lot of use tonight.”

The corner of his mouth lifts with his smile, and the sight of it wins me over once again. Just like it did in Greece. Rubbing the soft cloth between my legs, he cleans up any evidence of our pleasure from my body as well as the sofa before tossing the used wad onto the floor.

His gaze flits from between my legs to my eyes before he speaks again.

“I think I missed a spot, but it’s not something I’ll be able to clean with a tissue.”

I don’t understand what he means at first. But when he slowly lowers himself onto the seat of the couch and curls his arms around my thighs, his message becomes crystal clear. Before I’ve fully recovered from my last orgasm, D’s tongue attacks me. He plunges it inside of me, lapping up any remaining arousal that was left behind while also creating more. His thumb presses on my clit as his tongue continues to dance inside of me.

As another orgasm threatens to detonate, D’s eyes shoot to mine. Not letting go, he holds my stare the entire time he’s devouring my pussy as though it’s the sweetest dessert he’s ever tasted. Removing his tongue from inside of me, he moves his mouth up to my clit. With one hand, he holds me open so he has better access to it. With the other, he curls his fingers inside and moves them around until he finds that sweet spot he knows is there.

“Ohh…” I moan. “D… it feels so good.”

He stretches me wider as he deepens his reach inside of me. With one final nibble on my clit, I come undone. D, always infatuated with my arousal, moans at the taste and feeling of the moisture flowing from me.

Once he’s had his fill, he covers my body with his again.

“I’m still not done. You have no idea how hard it’s been without you for the past two weeks. I haven’t been this horny since I was in college.”

“I do know,” I tell him. “Because it was hard for me, too. I thought about you constantly. I tried to take care of myself, but nothing compares to your touch.”

“Chloe, the thought of you touching yourself does exhilarating things to my body.”

I laugh gently, but then I feel his dick hardening against my stomach. My eyes grow wide when I realize he’s already ready to go again.

“You’re… ready again?”

“I told you I was horny. I’m not quite there yet, but I know a way to speed it up.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

He sits back on his heels and places a hand on each of my knees. Pulling my legs open wide so he can see me, I watch as his eyes glisten.

“I want to watch you play with yourself, théa.”

The idea of him watching causes moisture to pool at my core immediately. Even though I’m already wet, I make a show of sticking out my tongue and running my fingers through my saliva. I push them inside of my mouth and close my lips around them, pulling them in and out, mimicking the actions I take when giving D a blow job.

His stare turns severe, and I know he’s mad at me for teasing him.

Removing my fingers from my mouth, I shoot him a devilish grin as I slide my hand over my chest, down my stomach, and in between my legs. I gather additional moisture from below and spread it over my clit, making it easy to rub over the already sensitive area.

I give him a light moan the second I touch myself there. I think about all the times over the past two weeks when I’ve sat in my bed, rubbing myself to thoughts and mental images of D. Of him and I together. Thinking about his hands on me. His dick inside of me. All the times he went down on me. When he fucked me against the window in the great room. For two weeks I was barely able to get off.

Now, with D here in front of me, having just had him inside of me, it’s exactly what I needed. In seconds, I already feel like I could come. My legs close of their own accord as my muscles clench, preparing for another orgasm to take me over. But D doesn’t like that. He grips my knees again and forces them back open wide.

“Open, théa.”

“Sorry,” I can barely whisper.

My breathing is erratic, and I know when I do orgasm, it’s going to be explosive and uncontrolled.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Now come for me, théa.”

As though his words were a switch, a euphoric feeling overpowers me and sends pins and needles through my veins, piercing me from the inside out.

I cry out as my release splatters across the leather beneath me. Just before my eyes are forced closed with pleasure, I get a good look at D. His eyes are dilated, focused on my pussy. His hand is wrapped around his dick, pumping up and down rapidly. He’s hard as a rock and looking like he could blow again at any moment.

He’s the epitome of imperfect perfection.

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