Page 82 of Rio
“More,” I gasp.
He slides in another finger, and I cry out, bucking against his hand.I’m so slippery, and there isn’t the friction I so desperately crave.
“I want to … come,” I pant, trying not to fall apart so quickly.The floor is hard.We’re on our knees, him slightly bent over, his mouth suctioned to my breast while he fingers me beautifully.
His tongue slides over my lips, and I gasp, wanting more.It’s slow, and lazy, yet heat flames my skin, and I want more than just this.His cock pokes into my stomach, tempting and teasing, as if it’s trying to find its way to my wetness.In this position, I could so easily have him slide inside me.Make him lie down so I could straddle him and ride him, but the floor is dirty and hard.His gaze locks onto mine.It’s like we’re both thinking the same thing.
“I don’t have a condom.”
“Oh.”Disappointment crushes me.
“But there are plenty of other things we can do.”
“Oh.”
He guides me down, so that we’re lying on our sides, propped up on our elbows, facing one another.I barely have time to adjust and slide my hand over his chest when his greedy fingers slide over my folds and slip back inside me.I shiver involuntarily, before reaching for his cock.
We kiss again.It feels perfect.His fingers inside me, while mine are wrapped around his length.Inside this hut, we’re lost in something deep and sensual, while outside a storm rips around us.We’re cocooned in our lust hazed heaven.Deep in a kiss, he murmurs against my mouth.I sigh appreciatively, my body amped high, savoring the ways his fingers slide in and out of me, but something is missing.I need more than his fingers to give me the pleasure I so desperately crave.
“Sit on my face,” he says suddenly.His directness shocks me, and I blink.He looks pleased, probably because he’s managed to shock me.Without giving me time to think about it, he stretches out on the floor.The blanket isn’t big enough to accommodate his body and from the knees down, he’s touching the floor.
“You don’t feel comfortable?”he asks, sensing my hesitation.His fingers tweak my nipple, causing a ripple of pleasure to shoot through me.“Have I shocked you?”
“Not shocked,” I reply, sitting up, twisting towards him, staring at the temptation that is his glistening, throbbing cock.I lick my lower lip and consider bending over and sliding it slowly into my mouth.
“Don’t even think about it,” he warns.“I want to bury my face in your pussy.”
The thought of him doingthatmakes me want it even more.
“Turn around, on all fours, over me,” he commands.
When I hesitate, he tells me how to move and position myself exactly as he wants me.
“That’s it, princesa.”His hands skate over my bottom, appreciatively, examining, feeling, almost like he’s holding a peach and trying to assess its taste.
I feel vulnerable, like he can see me from an angle that exposes everything.I’m grateful for the subdued lighting.
“That’s perfect.”His voice turns gravelly, like he’s consumed by a hunger that needs to be sated.“Down a bit.”He gently adjusts my hips, and my pussy is exposed and wide open for him, just inches above his face.
He’s lying down and, with my head lowered, I’m inches from his glistening, engorged cock.Burning with need, every nerve buzzing with desire.I don’t care the floor is dirty, that the storm is unleashing Armageddon outside.I don’t even care that the tin roof could cave in.
My mouth waters for a taste of him, and I lower my face, sliding my lips over his glistening engorged cock, and swallowing him slowly.
As I begin to savor the feel and taste of him, something soft and wet laps at my folds.He moans, starts guzzling like he’s drinking nectar, adjusting me, angling my hips as he buries his face deeper.
His face buries deeper, making noises that tell me he’s enjoying this.Like he’s feasting on something delicious and satisfying.“You taste so fucking good,” he rasps, taking a breather before diving lapping up my arousal again.
I groan loudly as the pleasure hits, as his tongue laves over me, as he sucks my clit.I jerk, feeling on edge, ready to lose myself completely.It takes a few seconds before I start to suck him slowly again, giving him my complete attention.
This is bliss.I’m being taken care of while I’m taking care of him.The lamp casts long shadows over us.It’s quiet, except our sounds and sighs.He speeds up, sliding in another finger, thrusting hard, such a contrast to when his soft tongue latches to my pussy.He’s good, so skilled, and he knows exactly where to touch me and how.He’s gentle, and rough, and I have never experienced so much pleasure, and so much feeling, like this before.I throw my head back, unable to contain the wave of pleasure I’m caught up on.He doesn’t let me go, his mouth still latched on to me, tweaking my clit, making me jerk and shudder as my orgasm rips through me.My ragged breath is all I hear.I lower my head again as I remember that I haven’t finished taking care of him.
He’s still hard when my mouth slides over him again.I suck him harder, and it doesn’t take long.In fact, he takes me by surprise, how quickly he comes in my mouth.I swallow it all.
For a few minutes, we stay like that, our bodies pulsing, hearts thumping.Slowly, I move off him, wiping my mouth as I turn around to look at him.
“Was that good, princesa?”
Was that good?He’s fishing for a compliment.“It’ll do, for now.”
