Page 53 of Just the Tipsy
My hips start to move of their own accord, trying to get some friction against my clit. I find some against his body and whimper. Do I want him to keep playing with my nipples, or do I want his mouth on me again? I can’t bear to let him stop touching me, but I’m being selfish — he’s so hard but I’m not pleasuring him the way I want to.
“Wait,” I say. He lifts his head immediately, his glasses fogged. “I never got to suck your cock last time.”
“You want to?” He rolls onto his back, his cock literally twitching in his pajama pants. Unfortunately, he takes off his glasses and puts them on the side table.
I nod, biting my lip and climbing between his legs. He helps me pull off his pajama pants and boxers. It looks even bigger than it did on our video call, thick and long, stretching up toward his bellybutton.
He sucks in a little breath when I grasp him at the base of his cock. The pulsing of his heartbeat taps against my hand.
“Will you tell me what you like too?” I ask, my own heart beating hard and fast.
The only other time I’ve asked a guy what he liked, he scoffed at me and said I should just know. I stopped asking the question at all after that. But Waylon is different.
Instead of getting annoyed, he says, “of course.”
I take a deep breath and lean down, running my tongue up his cock from the base to the tip. His cock is so thick that I’m worried I won’t be able to fit it in my mouth. But I try, taking as much of him as I can without accidentally grazing him with my teeth. His hip twitches underneath my hand, so I keep going.
The more his body reacts to each of my little changes and strokes, the more confident and wet I become. It’s a rush knowing I’m making him feel good. Now I understand why he was completely fine with going down on me for so long. It’s like getting off without having to touch myself at all.
“Fuck, yes, princess,” he says, gasping when I get my hand and my mouth in sync. “Your mouth feels like heaven. Make it wetter.”
I pop off and try to do as he says. He threads his fingers through my hair, not pushing my head down but keeping it steady. His thumb gently rubs my temple, almost tenderly. Goosebumps erupt across his skin and he moans when I let the tip of his cock reach as far back as I can get it.
“God, I can’t wait to fuck your mouth,” he says, his voice raspy. “Not today, but soon.”
“Not today?” I ask, my lips popping off his cock.
“I think we should save that for later,” he says, guiding me back onto his cock. “Because I won’t be gentle. When I fuck your mouth, you won’t be able to think.”
My pussy clenches at his words alone. I want him to fuck me, hard. Control me completely and make me lose my mind. I pick up my pace as I start sucking him off again, my hand pumping up to meet my mouth so I can stroke the part of his cock that I can’t reach with my mouth. I could listen to his moans and grunts all day and all night.
“Bianca,” he grunts. “Wait. I don’t want to come in your pretty mouth. At least not now. Get on your hands and knees.”
I sit up and take him in. He’s flushed from his chest up to his hairline, his eyes dark with lust I never would have imagined he was capable of when we first met. I have to lean in and kiss him. I can’t help it and luckily, he doesn’t ask me what the hell I’m doing. He slips his tongue into my mouth, his hand digging into my hair almost a little too hard.
When we break apart, I do as he says, getting on my hands and knees with my cheek on the pillows. He hops off the bed and grabs a condom from his bag, putting it on the bed.
I’m plenty wet, but he’s not going to fuck me yet, is he? He hasn’t even put on the condom.
I let out a squeak when I feel his tongue on me from behind, licking from my clit to my entrance and back. His big hands are on my ass, spreading me so he can get to what he wants. He feasts on me, making my legs shake as I cry out into the pillow. This shouldn’t feel this good, like he’s rearranging my DNA.
“You need more? Do you need my cock?” he asks, only stopping for a second.
I legitimately don’t know — I can barely think with his lips lightly suctioning around my clit. He gently pushes a finger into me and I clench around it.Yes. I need more inside of me. His finger is good, but not enough. I want to feel full the way I’ve only felt full with my toys.
“Please,” I whimper. “Please fuck me.”
He pulls away, making me sag against the pillows. I hear him unwrap the condom and put it on.
I tense unconsciously and he slides a hand down my back, soft and soothing.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice the gentle one that he uses every day.
“Yeah.” I turn my head and look at him. His cock looks even more intimidating from this angle. “You’re just a whole lot bigger than what I’m used to.”
He grins, because what guy wouldn’t when being complimented on his cock?
“I’ll go slow. Tell me if it’s too much,” he says, still in his everyday voice. “Okay?”
