Page 72 of Merry Mayhem
His hand slides back to cup my ass. “Do you like having your nipples played with?”
I swallow hard and can only nod.
“Then do it. Make yourself feel good.”
I cup my breasts, kneading gently at first, but then, confidence, and yes, a surge of lust, hits me. I run my thumbs over my stiff nipples, feeling hot desire twist through me. He’s watching me intently, and his gaze empowers me. I take onenipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it the way I like, sending arrows of heat straight to my clit.
“That’s it,” he praises in a gruff voice. “That’s my girl.”
Oh hell, that helps too. His girl? We’ve known each other for a day. But being here with him like this feels so natural. I pluck at my nipple again and squeeze the other side.
My pussy responds as usual.
“Keep going,” he says. Then he leans in and, with just the tip of his tongue, teases over my clit.
“Oh God,” I moan.
“Lots more of that,” he says.
His next lick is firmer and longer, and my head thunks back against the wall.
He takes that as a sign of encouragement, which he should.
One hand slides to the back of my thigh, and he lifts my leg, hooking it over his shoulder and spreading me open.
Holy crap. I am spread wide, fully exposed, and now all I can think isget your mouth on me now.
It’s like he can read my thoughts. He leans in, giving me a long, firm lick from slit to clit. He teases my clit with his tongue for a few seconds, circling and pressing, then he sucks. Gently at first, then with more pressure.
I almost forgot what I’m doing with my breasts. I squeeze my nipple, and my pussy clenches. All of this already has an orgasm coiling.
I am used to this not taking long. I turn my vibrator to setting three and don’t have to worry about it being a long, drawn-out thing.
I don’t know if my body is just primed that way now or if this man is just really that skilled with his tongue.
Either way, I’m really happy right now. I’ve lost all self-consciousness and any thoughts that good times need to be battery-powered. Josh knows what he’s doing, and yeah, this isbetter than plastic. His mouth is hot and wet, and in addition, he is making noises that make little bursts of fire spark throughout my veins.
“Yes,” he says against me. “You are fucking amazing. You’re so delicious. I could stay here all night.”
I love all of that, but he cannot stay there all night. Not like this. I need more.
So I decide to tell him that. He’s not the only one who can be straightforward and blunt about these things.
“That’s very nice,” I tell him, practically panting. “But I’m not gonna let you do that. I’m going to need you to fuck me at some point.”
He pauses as if I’ve surprised him, then he growls, the sound sending waves of lust through me. He sucks my clit into his mouth, hard, then slides two thick fingers into my pussy. He doesn’t work up to it. He doesn’t gently press with one finger first. He pumps his fingers deep and then spreads them wide.
“Oh my God, Josh!” I gasp.
“I fucking love hearing my name like that,” he praises.
He sucks again and then curls his finger forward, finding that elusive spot that only one of my vibrators can hit.
And, okay, it took me more than ten seconds, but not much. My orgasm hits suddenly, not taking me up and over the rise steadily like happens with my vibrator, but all at once like a bomb detonating.
I grip his hair and squeeze my thighs together. Or I try to. But he’s there, not letting me go, not letting up on the pressure.
He continues sucking and stroking, keeps the orgasm going for several long, delicious moments.
