Page 26 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
When I glance down for a long minute the outline of his cock is visible through his grey-sweats. “You have no idea how fucking hard I am for you.” He groans again. “Don’t stop.” He commands.
I whirl my tongue again and again, massage and suck them both in my mouth.
His finger skims over my slit, gathering my arousal. He licks it clean and a guttural groan rumbles from his chest.
I hum to the anticipated touch.
We both moan from the comfort we find in each other.
He presses his thumb over my throbbing clit and starts massaging. My chest rises and falls heavily; his alike.
I’m panting, gasping for air. Drool slips down my chin. The knot in my belly is a tight coil.
“Come for me, wildflower.” He pulls his thumb from my mouth, taking the strawberry with him.
“Luka.” I explode into a million shards of rippling sensational currents. Gliding wave upon wave of ecstasy as he plunges two fingers inside me, pumping them hard and fast and curling them deep inside me while his other hand circles my throat in a firm harmless grip.
He coaxes another earth-shuddering orgasm from the depth of my being and I scream until my voice is hoarse.
His fingers rub the spot that can send me into another orgasm with just a simple touch. “I found your sweet spot.” He grins, looking contended with himself. “If I’ll press it one more time…” he’s not just saying it but acting on it as well. “Give me one more.”
I can’t hold it in, his hands are correlated to tap my inner walls and rub my oversensitive clit to bring me to a third orgasm in a minute.
“Exactly how I like it.” He drops down at eye-level with my cum-spilling pussy. The tip of his tongue drags over my skin, licking my inner thigh with care and precision. “Sticky, sweet, and juicy.”
He glides the strawberry I played with along my slit and tosses it into his mouth like a dessert. A reward for making our fantasies unfold before us.
Pushing my legs farther apart, the intoxicating pressure of his tongue on my clit makes my hips buck upward which he firmly plants back to the counter and closes his mouth on my clit.
He drinks my juices and fills the space with my unrelenting, tender gasps.
“Mmm, L-Luka, please.” Three more licks and I find him looming over me.
Although I’m in this vulnerable position I don’t mind begging for sex. I need it. My body begs for it. “I want you.”
“Think you can handle my cock when you barely control yourself around my fingers.” Nodding sideways he continues, “Not yet, baby.” He wipes the spots of drool from my mouth, “Did you bring some toys in your duffel bag?”
“Hey, don’t make fun of me,” I shove at his shoulder playfully. “It’s a big backpack, yes, but only because I assumed I’m going to spend the night so I brought a few things of my own.”
“If you’re planning to stay here for a week you could’ve said so. I would’ve taken a vacation to spend it with you.” He tucks my hair behind my ear, brushing the pad of his thumb on my temple—everything he does makes me weak. “What’s in there?”
“Clothes, toothbrush, makeup, hair brush.” I list the items.
“Which I own.” He retorts.
“Makeup?” the bite slips away.
The corner of his mouth tugs up, “Keep at it and your next orgasm will take forever to come.”
Pun-intended.
This is a deal. A consensual transaction between adults. I hate feeling like I force myself on other people. Dependent on their emotions. That’s why I had to come prepared. “I didn’t want to impose.”
“What else?”
“Deodorant, my hair soaps, and—my toys.”
He lifts the bag from the floor on the counter for me to dig through until I find my suction toy, lipstick, and wand. I line them up on the surface for him to choose from.
