Page 36 of If You Go
“If you need to use your safe word but are unable, two quick taps will also be your safe word, tap me again if you understand.” She once again taps me on the arm.
I use my free hand to start undoing the button of her faded jeans, tugging the zipper down tooth by tooth while my finger continues its rhythm in her mouth. The denim slides over hersmooth thighs, taking her black lace underwear with it until both pool on the hardwood floor beside me.
When I withdraw my now slick finger from her mouth, a glistening thread connects us momentarily before breaking. I trace that wetness down to the pink, swollen bud between her thighs, circling it with deliberate pressure before dipping lower to where she's already molten and waiting. The sound she makes—half gasp, half moan—vibrates through her body as her head falls back, throat exposed, her weight still balanced on trembling elbows as she stares unseeing at the textured ceiling.
I pump into her a few times before removing my finger and placing it into my own mouth, sucking off the delectable juices she imbues them with. I place my slick fingers into my mouth, ensuring they are nice and wet before plunging them both into her hot slit. Surry drops from her elbows onto her back, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of me thrusting into her. Her hands reach above her head, fisting into the soft fabric of the daybed’s comforter that we didn’t bother to move before we sat down.
She moans, and so I take her open mouth as an opportunity to put the fingers on my other hand into her mouth, going down her throat. Like a good girl, she automatically closes her lips around it, sucking and using her tongue to explore the sides of the intrusion. I continue fucking two of her holes with both hands as she relaxes more and more into the daybed. Leaning down, I nibble on her inner thigh, causing her to moan around my finger, so I continue with the bites from knee to inner thigh.
She begins making more noises in her throat—little desperate whimpers that vibrate against my palm—her eyes rolling back until only crescents of emerald remain visible beneath fluttering lashes. I know she is close. I pick up my speed, slamming my knuckles into her pelvis while my other hand continues forcing its way down the beautiful column ofher throat, feeling her pulse hammering wildly against my fingertips. Before long she arches back, her spine a perfect bow, and moans so loud the sound seems to ricochet off the walls. I am sure the movie was pointless and our friends know exactly what we're doing in here. But I don't stop. I don't care.
“Good girl, Surry. Come for me.”
She claws at the bed, thrashing and moaning, until she finally begins to come down, and I slow my movements with hers. She lets go of the bed sheets as I pull both hands out of her mouth and pussy and lies there panting. I only give her about a five-second reprieve until I can’t contain myself any longer.
I lean down and press my face into her ready center, the heat of her radiating against my lips as I taste her slick arousal. She wiggles beneath me, her thighs trembling against my shoulders as a breathy moan escapes her parted lips. I trace slow, deliberate circles with my tongue, savoring the sweet-salt tang of her desire, letting her adjust to the sensation before I dive in fully. "You taste like honey and sin," I murmur against her tender flesh, my breath hot against her wetness. "I cannot wait until your scent clings to my skin like a second heartbeat."
With that, I move lower and place my tongue into her tight channel, and begin to thrust into her with my tongue, curling it up. If there was ever a time I gave thanks for having such a long tongue, now would be it. Surry is already clawing at the bed again with one hand, the other in my hair, pulling roughly at the strands she can reach.
“Good girl, Surry. Fuck my face,” I say before I go back down to continue my feast.
She grips my hair tighter and begins maneuvering my face so it slides up and down, up and down. With her free hand, she circles her clit. I swat her hand out of the way.
“Well, if you aren’t going to, then I am,” she throws at me, her voice breathy but commanding. I love this version of Surry.
I nip at her skin, and she lets out an angry-sounding moan. Oh. So my girl wants a little pain with her pleasure, does she? I nip some more, working my way up to her clit. I take it between my teeth and start biting down just enough that I can tell she feels just a spark of pain. She lets out a moan so loud I know I’ve found it. I continue to work on her clit, and use my hand to enter her wet pussy once again, finger fucking her until she screams her orgasm to the ether around us.
“Your moans are damn near enough to bring me to my own finish. I want everyone to know how well I worship you.” I grind my hand against her, and curl my fingers up within her while I speak, causing her to cry out in pleasure even louder.
The moment she has finished, I sit up and remove my own clothes before descending on her. I sit her up enough to peel her shirt up and over her head, and remove her bra. Grabbing her hips, I flip her over onto her stomach, welcoming the most beautiful view.
“This perfect ass is all I have been able to think about today, Siren. Your shorts were so short, they possessed my every thought. Did you pick them out on purpose?”
“Yes, sir.” She replies, voice breathy. Coming out as nearly a moan.
“Were you aware that not only would I see your ass, but everyone else in the house?”
“Yes, sir,” she smirked, her tone becoming firmer. “I hoped that it would drive you crazy enough to take me.” She is so evil, I think I’m already falling for her.
“Well, my beautiful, dangerous Siren,” I say before I spit on her tight back entrance,” this will become mine tonight then. Have you ever had anything here before?” I ask her this as I rub my thumb on the entrance, just slightly pushing inward.
She gasps and throws her head back the deeper my thumb enters. “Yes sir, but...” I freeze.
“Tell me,” I demand. I need clarification and triple explicit consent from her now. I am not going to do this unless she tells me to, in all the words.
“I told you I would try and open up. Please don’t ruin this. I want this. In my ass, in my pussy, in my mouth. I want to explore with you. New positions, new places. Please take me.” Her eyes are serious, but still full of lust. I reach down and grab her chin, turning her eyes toward mine.
“Say it again,” I answer.
“I told…”
“Not that,” I interrupt.
“I want you…”
“Good girl.” That’s what I needed.
The movie’s long over. The credits have finished rolling. The only light left comes from the faint blue wash of the screen saver, flickering soft shadows across her bare shoulders.
