Page 21 of The Guy Sure Looks Like Plant Food To Me
Only yearning for more.
“My greedy girl,” she hums a satisfied sound, “I can’t wait to feel that pussy gripping my fingers.”
The filth out of her mouth only makes me needier for her touch. I squirm, watching her stare down at me like she can’t wait to make me come undone.
She doesn’t realize I’m already there. I’m standing at the precipice, it would take less than a breeze to push me over. Runa moves her hands exploratively, squeezing my breasts, thumbs tracing my nipples, pinching and torturing as if I’m just a doll in her hands.
I moan, clawing at the sheets, the mess between my legs further spreading over her thighs, dripping down onto the bed. She toys with me, hands rubbing my inner thighs, fingers grazing the outside of my vulva, touches precise and firm and then light and brief.
I’m loud enough to be heard through the trees, her name a raspy chant from my parched lips. She’s barely touched me yet I feel like I’m ready to combust, ready to break apart and shatter into a million pieces.
Finally, her thumb presses down onto the swollen nub of my clit. “I want to fill these woods with the sound of you screaming for me.”
I cry, biting my lip as I fight to hold back the orgasm forcing its way through.
It’s too soon, I’m not ready to be done.
I never want her to stop touching me.
I’m not the one in charge, and here on this bed, my body listens only to her. It feels like I’m splintering open, breaking apart from the inside out, convulsing from wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me. She holds my hip with one hand, still tracing my clit with the other in slow circles that prolong my climax.
“Fuck,” she groans, “you’re so wet and messy, I fucking love it.”
I can only whimper my reply, still panting and breathing hard as I come down. She doesn’t give me a chance though, the same fingers now spearing their way inside of me, hooking upwards and hitting the spot that forces my toes to curl.
“Runa,” I call her name.
I’m immediately silenced by my own gasps when her mouth makes contact with my inner thigh, those same soft kisses trailing upward. My entire body is on fire, each stroke of her fingers is a shot of gasoline in the flame. When I feel the flat of her wet tongue press on my clit I fully come undone, nails raking against her skin as I cry out in pleasure.
Runa is unrelenting in the way she dishes it out, holding me in place, sucking and licking, her fingers still moving until all of the pulsing stops. It feels unending, and even then, she starts again, slowly, using my arousal as lubricant to insert a third finger.
“I think you can be louder than that,” she chuckles. “The crows didn’t even fly away.”
My eyes widen when she lifts up, wiping the glistening cum from her chin with the back of her arm. I shake my head, “W-wait,” I say, stopping her before she can start again.
It’s too late though, with her fingers moving in sync inside of me, magma builds at my core. “I want a turn too.”
I barely get the chance to say the words before I’m a mess again, mewing and pleading under her to release another orgasm from me. She moves her fingers skillfully, slapping the base of her palm so that with every strike, each nerve screams and the build up feels like it’s going to kill me.
I come with my entire body, shaking and seizing as I gush into her hands, the proof of my climax spilling between my legs and onto her face.
Panting between breaths, my embarrassment takes over. “I didn’t know I could do that.” I try to pull away, but she grips me tighter. “I-I’m so sorry!”
Runa scowls at first, a confused look showing itself for only a split second before it morphs into amusement. “I’m not.”
Her chuckle is a seductive low rumble I feel at the base of my spine, it gives me confidence like nothing else imaginable. I lift up to my elbows again, panting hard to catch my breath. “Get off.”
She’s shocked at the command, moving with uncertainty to the other side of the bed. I pounce, pushing her to her back and lifting her arms over her head. “My turn.”
Runa melts in my hold, surrendering fully as I set out to worship at her altar. I release her, though she doesn’t move an inch, eyes watching me, unblinking, as I lower myself down.
The first sound breaks through her chest when I exhale just an inch from her slit. The heat of my breath forcing a shudder from her, her knees pulling together to close as she squirms from anticipation. I’m there to stop them though, keeping them apart as I dive between them.
“Shit,” Runa curses, her hand coming down to my head, fingers gripping tight on my hair.
I flatten my tongue to her clit, moving side to side before taking it into my mouth. She squeals, pulling my hair and clenching her thighs around my face.
There’s no feeling of conquest like it, of hearing her soft sighs and moans, her little sounds of pleasure as I bring her closer and closer to her undoing. She cries, her heels dragging on the bed sheets the faster and harder I work toward her pleasure.
