Page 96 of Bartholomew
“I love that even though I hate this part of my body, it doesn’t stop me from having a decent figure and a nice waist,” she tried. She shrugged. It was the best that she could come up with at the moment, and for now, that was okay.
“I also love the swell of your hips,” I continued on, my hands fanning out to cover that particular curve. “It feels so good in my hands, especially when I pull you into my hips as I’m fucking you.”
“I love the way your thighs fit around my hips when I’m thrusting deep inside of you. I’d like to find out how they feel around my ears, when I am laying on my back on the bed and you are straddling my face so that my tongue and lips can wrap around that little clit and flick until you are writhing and riding my face, cumming on my mouth and soaking my chin in your sweet nectar,” I admitted, my teeth grazing against her shoulder as I pressed open mouth kisses just there.
“Jesus Christ, Ollie!” Her jaw dropped open, her pupils dilating as the image took hold in her mind.
“I would love nothing more than that, baby. For you to ride my face and cum all over me. Over and over and over again until you slump over to the side, completely and wondrously satiated.” My words had one hell of an effect on her, her hips bucking back against my painfully hard dick, then thrusting forward in search of something to soothe the ache I knew was firmly in control of that sweet pussy.
“And that brings us to that exact spot. This spot right here,” I stated, covering her blistering hot sex with my hand. “This spot is mecca. It is heaven. It’s Valhalla. It’s whatever heavenly place you want to say. All I know is when I die someday, this is where I want to be buried. Balls deep inside of you as I take my last and final breath.”
The look on her face was pure juxtaposition. Part confusion, part annoyance, part pure fucking hot arousal.
“You heard me right. Your lips are so soft and plump here. They are warm and inviting, wrapping around my cock, and drawing it deeper inside of you.” my words flowed. “But it’s when I take my fingers like this,” I spoke, my hands following each direction my lips gave, “that the real beauty is discovered.”
“When I pull your lips open and you —” I pulled her labia open, and she gasped, arching back, and melting into me with a sigh of bliss. “Yes, you do exactly that.”
“Ollie, yes!” she gasped as my fingers slipped and slid over the hot, wet heat of her pussy.
“Then we have this perfect little spot,” I cooed, one lone fingertip swirling over that perfect nub of her clit. “This perfect, decadent little clit calls to me even more than your pert nipples. The way it throbs under my tongue and swells when you cum. How it peeks out from its little hood and fucking begs for me to torture and tease it until you’re quivering and quaking with your oncoming orgasm. Jesus fuck, Delilah, I can’t get enough of it. I want to play with it for literally hours on end.”
“Fuck, I would die,” she groaned. God, I loved when she cursed.
“Then we have this,” I groaned into her ear as I slid my finger deep inside of her hot channel. “Fucking Christ Almighty, you are so fucking tight, Delilah. Do you have any idea how much I love this part of you?”
She keened, arching into me as I gave her what she had been craving.
“This part of you, the way it wraps around my cock and pulls me in so tightly — Fuck, I cannot get enough of it. I want to be inside you nearly all the time, buried to the hilt and cumming deep inside of you. I want to be inside you right this very minute.”
“I need you, Ollie. I need you so badly,” she whimpered, begging for me to fill her. Growling in response, my other hand held her sweet pussy open for my gaze.
“Look in the mirror, love. Look right here where my fingers hold you open. Do you see how your tiny clit throbs with every thrust of my fingers? Do you see how your sweet juices coat my finger, nearly drenching them with every thrust? And when you cum, fuck me, that tight little pussy soaks us both. It coats your puffy lips and my hard cock with all that sweet nectar. It makes me wonder if I can get you to squirt someday, to drown us both in your fucking cum.” My voice had deepened, more growl than groan at this point.
“Look at it, look at that sweet, delicious cunt,” I teased her, sliding my finger out of her wet heat, and holding her lips open. I watched her face. It was hard as fucking hell to look away from that juicy cunt, but I did. I watched her face, her eyes lowered to her most intimate spot. “Isn’t it fucking gorgeous?”
“I… I…” she stammered. It hit me then.
“Have you ever looked at yourself here, love?” I questioned, genuinely curious. She shook her head no, a blush spreading over her cheeks, but it paled in comparison to the way her breasts heaved with every hitched, aroused breath she took.
“Fuck me, I want to make you look at your sweet pussy every damned day. I want to watch you look at this pretty little clit every day. It’s hot as hell, watching you, and I’m about to cum already.”
Her head swiveled, finding my gaze outside of the mirror’s reflection for the first time since we started this little game. “I want you to cum, Ollie. I want to watch your face as you release inside of me, deep inside of me. I want to feel the way you pulse and swell and cum so strongly I feel like our very souls combine.”
Her words had my own mouth dry.
“Lean forward a little, love,” I gritted out through clenched teeth as I guided her into position. Moving her legs over mine, I lined my cock up with that glistening slit and thrust inside of her.
“Fuck! Delilah,” I roared as her vice grip of a pussy wrapped around me and pulled me deep inside of her. “Eyes,” I commanded in a growl.
I pulled her back into my chest, her back arched against me as I guided her hips to rock on my hard length. Our eyes met in the mirror. “Look at where we are joined,” I grunted, her tight heat making me want to spill my load deep inside of her right this very second.
With one hand, I reached down, spreading those puffy lips so that she could see my length slide in and out of her.
“Look how fucking gorgeous you are. Look at how your cunt spreads around my fucking cock and takes every inch of me. Look at the way your hips thrust, the way your tits bounce. This is sexy, Delilah. This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” I promised her, meaning every goddamn word.
“Ollie!” she cried out, her pussy quaking around my length, signaling her orgasm.
“No rules, love. No rules on cumming. Soak my cock, baby. Cream around me and show me how good it can be,” I groaned, thrusting harder, deeper inside of her.
