Page 69 of Certified Pressure 4
The whipped cream had turned warm and thin from his mouth and the heat between my legs, and he slid his tongue through all of it before pushing it directly against my clit again.
Every time he moaned into me, the vibration ran straight through my clit and into the deepest part of my body, and I could feel the pleasure building fast. He slid his tongue from the bottom of my pussy all the way up, licking up everything he created.
Pressure loved every sound I made. I could hear it in the way he groaned and sucked harder, taking his time and savoring the taste while he kept his face buried between my thighs. His tongue worked my clit in slow circles, then back and forth, then soft taps that made my legs shake uncontrollably. The deep love in the way he touched me made everything feel twice as good.
“Pressure, please,” I whispered because I could feel something rising quick inside me. He lifted his head just enough to kiss my inner thigh and look up at me. His mouth was shiny from everything he had been doing to me.
“You want more,” he asked in a voice that slid all the way through me. “Tell me, baby.”
“I want more,” I breathed, my voice already shaking.
He gave it to me without waiting. His mouth pressed back to me and he sucked me slow letting his lips pull on me gently. Then he slid his tongue against me again and again until the pleasure twisted through my whole body. My legs trembled around his face and he held me down by my hips until I started to lose control.
“Pressure, I’m cuming,” I whispered, grabbing his head because the intensity was too strong. He moaned into me again, and that sound pushed me right over the edge. My stomach tightened and my back lifted off the bed as I came, and he kept his mouth on me the entire time, licking me through every wave until my legs went soft.
He kissed my thighs slowly, letting me come down while he rubbed my stomach again. Something about the way he touched me there made the moment feel even more real, and I reached down and grabbed his hand because the love behind everything he did was starting to overwhelm me.
He climbed up the bed and kissed my lips gently, letting me taste myself mixed with the sweetness of the fruit. His mouth felt warm and strong, and I wrapped my arms around him because I didn’t want him to move away from me. He kissed my cheek, my jaw, then the side of my neck, and he pressed his forehead to mine.
“You good?” he whispered.
I nodded and lifted my hand to his face. “Yes.”
He slid down beside me while I laid on my back and guided one of my legs over his shoulder so he could get closer. He was on his side facing me and he held the back of my thigh in his hand as he lifted it higher, opening me just the way he wanted when he slid inside of me. The angle let him fit right against me. He kissed the inside of my knee and kept his eyes on mine as he moved his hips forward and pushed his dick deeper inside me.
The stretch felt slow and warm and familiar. My breath left me as he filled me. I grabbed his arm and held on to him as he stroked me, and the gentleness in it made my eyes close for a moment. When I opened them, he was still watching me with a look that made my body shake. His eyes were soft and vulnerable, full of love, and he did not look away, not even once.
He kept my leg lifted and kissed my ankle as his hips moved against mine. Every time he slid forward, I could feel the emotion behind it, and it made my heart throb because I had never felt anyone look at me like this. He brushed my cheek with his free hand and kept staring at me while his hips continued moving slow.
“Pluto,” he whispered. “I love you.”
The way he said it made my pussy open even more. “I love you too,” I whispered.
His movements grew deeper. It wasn’t hard but just fuller, like he wanted me to feel everything he had inside him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer, and the position made him go even deeper. He moaned against my neck and the sound warmed me all over. I lifted my hips to meet him and the pleasure built slowly and until I felt that familiar heat beginning to rise again.
“Pressure,” I breathed, my voice low and shaky. “I’m getting close.”
He kissed me deeply and slid his hand up my thigh while he pressed his hips right against mine. “Cum for me, baby,” he whispered into my mouth. “Cum with me.”
The way his body moved, the closeness of his face, the warmth of his love, and the soft weight of his hand on my stomach all came together at once. I could feel everything rising fast and strong, and my hands gripped his shoulders as the pleasure took over me again.
“I’m fucking cuming again,” I whispered against his lips. “Pressure, I’m cuming.”
He held my thigh tighter and moved deeper, letting his breath break against my neck. “I know baby. I feel it,” he whispered.
My back arched and my eyes closed as the orgasm rushed through me, and he kissed me while my body trembled around him. He held me close as he continued to move, and the closeness of his body made the pleasure stretch out longer. His breath grew heavier and his hips pressed against me with more need.
“Baby,” he whispered, kissing me again. “I’m ‘bout to cum too. I’m cumin’ in my pussy.”
His voice had that warm rush in it, and the heat from his body let me know he was close. He pressed his forehead to mine and moved slowly, letting everything build.
I held him close and whispered his name again, and that did it for him. His body tensed, his hips pushed forward, and he let out a growl.
Right after that growl, something shifted in him. His grip changed, and the way he moved turned harder and deeper, almost wild. His hips snapped into me with force and the sound of our bodies hitting got loud.
His thrusts hit so deep that I had to press my hand against his chest. His hand slid under my thigh and lifted it higher, and the angle made him press into spots that made my stomach tighten and my toes curl. Each time he moved, he hit me harder, smacking right into me with a thrust that told me he was losing control fast. His hips popped against mine with sharp, full strokes that made my whole body react, and I could hear the need in every sound he made.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice tight and strained because of how close he was. His hips picked up speed and the sound of him meeting my body got louder, wetter, and more intense. His balls was smacking into me like he was locked in and couldn’t stop even if he tried. His face was right against mine while he did it, and that made it feel even more intense.
