Page 69 of Stitch
I was nodding vigorously, already pulling at the button on my shorts. Stitch took over, playfully batting my hands away, so he could remove them far more quickly than I could.
My underwear, because of course I wore underwear out in public, yeah, he removed that with his teeth, painfully slowly, and then he was back where I wanted him. His beard tickled my skin as he buried his face between my legs, making me yelp with surprise. He rubbed his face between my legs, letting his beard tickle me some more, and then he pressed me open, and his tongue delved inside me, lapping at the wetness that always appeared when he was anywhere near me.
“Fucking hell… why aren’t we just always doing this? I feel like it’s a life well spent, with my mouth on your pussy. I could fucking live right here.”
I slid my fingers through his long hair.
“Too much talking, and not enough tongue-fucking, Stitch.”
He was laughing as he buried his tongue deep inside me again, licking and sucking at me, then teasing my clit with the very tip of his tongue. Every time I felt my orgasm building, and my body starting its delicious journey to heaven, he eased off and went back to feasting on me, letting it ebb away. My grip on his hair was getting more and more vicious, as I tried to stop him moving away each time, and he never stopped me, never complained, just kept doing it. Driving me close, and backing off just as I thought I was there.
“Dammit, Stitch! Stop doing that.”
He lifted his head as much as he could with my fingers tangled in his hair.
“You want me to stop, babe?”
“Don’t be a prick. I mean, stop edging me. You think I don’t know what you’re doing? It’s killing me!”
“Don’t be a prick, she says, as I’m building her up to a life-changing orgasm. Charming.” His mouth descended once more, and he licked away at me until I was writhing beneath him, riding his face, and this time when he felt me starting to peak, he kept going, kept pushing me, and suddenly I was letting out a strange keening wail as I finally, finally experienced the orgasm he kept stealing from me.
Pleasure rippled through my body, and I arched up, practically suffocating him with my pussy, as I held on tight to his hair. I couldn’t let go… I was trapped in pleasure, trapped in the throes of ecstasy, and it was only when I felt Stitch trying to untangle my fingers from his hair, that I started to function mentally again.
“Ouch. You know, I kinda like my hair still in my scalp, babe.”
I started giggling, but the giggles disappeared the moment he started shedding his clothes.
Stitch
The fact that shedidn’t freak out about my penchant for stitching mouths closed, on motherfuckers who should be permanently silenced, told me that she was fucking made for me. Yet again, I was struck by how incredibly cruel it was, to have found her when it was already too late for us.
For right now though, she was here with me and I was able, and so she was getting fucked, good and hard. Just the way she fucking liked it.
I grabbed Camille’s legs, and manhandled her about on the bed, until I had her just where I wanted her. She always seemed to get a thrill from that, like knowing I was strong enough to move her around so easily was exciting for her. My stomach suddenly roiled, as I realised that my strength was something I should make the most of too. One day soon, I’d barely be strong enough to lift a hand at all.
“Stitch, stop that. Whatever’s playing on you, push it aside, unless you wantme to do this without you.”
I focused on Camille again, on that wicked grin on her face, the way it always reached her eyes, like there was no way in the world her whole face wouldn’t smile in sync, because she lit up like the sun when she did.
“You can’t dothiswithout me.” On the word ‘this’, I rammed inside her right to the hilt, grinning at the way she practically undulated her entire body, starting at her hips and working its way to her neck, as her head pressed back into the bed.
“Jesus, Stitch!”
I grinned down at her, teasing her lips with mine.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. I’m just going by ‘Stitch’ now… you can drop that other part.”
She blinked dumbly at me for a moment, then started giggling. Yeah, it was a pretty lame joke, but that’s the reality of people, or real life. We don’t always say the right thing, or the smart thing, or the logically funny thing. Sometimes we just sound like complete asshats, and that’s okay. It’s all part of who we are.
“In that case, Stitch, you wanna get on with it? I told the others we’d eat with them. We booked a table, and I’d hate to be-” Her words dissolved into a sharp gasp of pleasure, as I rammed home once more, grinding my hips against hers, crushing her clit against me.
I watched her for a moment, taking in every detail of her gorgeous face, of those soft lips, one crushed between her teeth at the moment, of her wide, beautiful eyes. That hair, that luscious, glossy fucking hair, long enough that I could wind it around my fists while I was fucking her. Everything. Everything about her was perfect.
Maybe it was time to stop rueing the fact that I’d met her too late, and just be fucking thankful for getting the chance to be with her before I was gone. Why look at it any other way? She was a blessing, and hell, I would make the most of every fucking second with her.
Every moan, every sigh, every clench of her pussy around my cock, it was all pure bliss. The way her nails were clawing the hell out of my back as I pounded into her. The way her body moved against mine, meeting each sharp thrust, crashing our hips together. All of it was fucking perfection, and feeling her trying to choke my dick as she came so hard? Yeah, that sent me over the edge into my ownfucking release, and it was exactly the right way for us to consummate the start of Camille’s future. Safe from fear and danger forever.
Cammy
