Page 31 of Stitch
My legs weakened as she reached inside my boxers, and slid her hand along the length.
“Fuck. That feels amazing, girl… he hasn’t been touched in so long.”
She carefully eased my underwear down, letting it slide down my thighs, so she could take my dick in hand properly, sliding it carefully to the base, and leaning forward to flick her tongue at the tip. If I thought my knees had weakened before, this time I nearly fucking fell to my knees. She licked her way around the head, and suckedit into her mouth, and I let out a soft curse, resting a hand on her head. It was more to balance me than it was to try and guide her.
She pulled back and teased my dick with her thumb, stroking along the underside, while I practically tried to thrust into her hand.
“What… Stitch?”
Oh god. Oh no, what could she feel? Had it spread? I tried to back up, but she held on with her ankles.
“Were you pierced here too?” Oh. Fuck me, that was all she meant.
“Yeah… It was a… Jacob’s ladder. They had to remove them when I had surgery, and I couldn’t, uh… I didn’t…”
“I’m just trying to imagine how that must feel sliding inside… I wish I’d experienced it.”
Again I tried to move, and again she held me in place.
“When you get the all clear, Stitch, I want to feel it inside me.”
I sucked in a breath, and forced myself to focus on her touch, and her words.
“It’d make you scream, Camille. I’d make sure you felt every damn piercing on the way in and out, every fucking time.”
She let out a shaky moan, and lowered her head again, sliding her tongue over the holes where my piercings had been. I hadn’t really had a chance to miss them, because I’d refused to even look down there since I found the thing, but right now I wished they were still there, because I wanted her to experience them. I was right about making her scream, because she’d fucking love it.
“Stitch?”
I cleared my throat, but my voice was still raspy when I answered.
“Yeah?”
“Please fuck me, I want you inside me. I want this beautiful dick deep inside me.”
We moved as one, her guiding me onto the bed along with her as she lay back. She was definitely in the driving seat, never letting go of my cock the whole damn time, guiding me to her wet pussy, but it was time for me to take over.
I replaced her hand with mine, and dragged my dick back and forth, coating it with her wetness. After all this time, I couldn’t believe how natural it felt to be touching myself, and preparing to fuck a woman. It felt fucking right.
That first thrust, as I sank deep inside her, was like coming home. Like finding the place I wassupposed to be, and I know I was probably drunk on sex or lust or something, because I felt like a teenager, getting it for the first time, only teenage me was even less likely to get a woman like Camille.
She was clutching me tightly with her hands, and her legs had latched around me too, like she was desperately keeping me close, but she didn’t need to worry, because now there was no fucking way I was leaving.
Cammy
Finally! It felt sogood when he eased inside me, that even though I realised we should be using protection, I couldn’t bring myself to mention it, because I didn’t want him to stop. I was desperate to keep him doing what he was doing, because I needed it. I needed all of him.
“Fuck me, Stitch, please.” My words were almost inaudible, breathed into the air between us as our eyes locked, and his body relaxed into mine.
“Damn, Camille, I don’t know why you’re lowering yourself for someone like me, but I’m done arguing.” His lips met mine again, and he finally started thrusting into me, fucking me slowly, and languidly, like he had all the time in the world. Every glide into me felt like heaven, but I needed more, more thrust, more speed, more of everything.
I clutched at his ass, pulling him into me and lifting my hips to meet him, relishing every deep plunge of his cock inside me. He was bigger than I’d expected, but my body knew exactly how to yield to his size, and make the most of it.
“Fucking hell, girl… I don’t ever want to stop.”
I reached up to grab at his long hair, loving the smile that crossed his face.
“Problem, love? Am I not deep enough inside you or something? I don’t think there’s a deeper, but I can try.”
