Page 102 of CowSex
His throat moves as he swallows and then bites down on his full bottom lip as he stamps his way out of his last remaining clothes.
His cock is right in front of my face, my fingernails are now digging into his firm arse cheeks, and my eyes are still looking up at his.
Without breaking any of our points of contact, I take him in my mouth. He blinks rapidly and sways slightly on his feet before letting out a hiss and tilting his head back towards the ceiling.
I suck and then flick my tongue over the slit of his tip. He tastes slightly salty and of something distinctly Koa. I breathe in through my nose and absorb the clean smell of his body.
Knowing that he’s enjoying having my mouth on him boosts my confidence. I’m not the biggest fan of blowjobs and dish them out sparingly on birthdays, Christmas, and when I’m utterly trollied.
But right now, having this big, alpha American standing in front of me, it’s something I really want to do. Plus, I’ve felt a complete lack of control over almost every aspect of my life recently, especially since landing here, and this moment right now, is a chance for me to gain some of it back.
I slide my left hand around from his arse cheek, to his cock.
I grip him firmly.
I stroke him slowly.
All the way up. All the way down.
Oh so slowly.
Koa reacts with the tiniest of thrusts forward, and I know that he’s fighting not to face fuck me.
His gaze finally comes back to meet mine, and he smiles down at me.
“You lied, Essex.” My eyebrows shoot up and then tug down into a frown of confusion. “There’s nothing wrong with your left-hand action, baby, nothing at all. But if you don’t stop what you’re doing to me with your hand and your mouth right now, this is gonna be over before it even gets started.”
I move my head back slightly, allowing his cock to slide from my mouth. Koa moves quickly then and is all over me. Off comes my bra and, then my matching knickers, and then his arms are at my waist and positioning me farther up the bed. He slides between my legs, taking his weight on his forearms as his chest hovers above mine.
We kiss, much slower now. We stroke and lick and suck. Fingertips, hands, tongues and mouth, anything that we can utilise to maximise the sensation, we do.
I’m drunk, not only on the wine I’ve consumed but on him and everything he has me feeling. When his slick body slides inside of mine, I wrap my arms and legs around him tighter, and we dissolve into the bed.
Vanish.
Nothing else can touch us.
Nothing else exists.
It’s just me and him and what we’re doing to each other.
I never want to be anywhere else.
KOA
ILIE PERFECTLY STILL ANDwatch her sleep. Her hair’s fanned out over her pillow, the bed sheet, and my arm. Her lips are slightly parted, and her lashes flutter imperceptibly as she dreams.
About what? I don’t know.
About me? I can only hope.
And since when did I start using words like ‘flutter’?
The house is dark and quiet, the only light coming from the bathroom where I forgot to turn it off after everything went down the way it did last night.
At first, there was panic and confusion as we realised our mistake. And then it hit me that I didn’t actually care.
I’d made love to her without using a condom. I’d come inside her without protection, and when I took a moment to process this, everything that I thought I knew about what I wanted from my life changed.
