“Oh God, take them off me,” she gasped, still clinging to his hair. “I can’t stand it.”
“Can’t stand what?” he asked. He shifted to caress her clit with his lips, massaging the swollen bit of flesh through cotton.
“I’m going to come. Owen. I’m…” She sucked in a ragged breath when he began to gently scrape the edge of his teeth against one swollen lip. “Wait! I didn’t. So close…”
He smiled and blew a hot breath through her panties.
“Whoa. That’s… That’s…”
He loved that she was incoherent. There was something about blowing a smart girl’s mind that totally rocked his world.
“Do you want me to take these off now?” He ran a finger under the elastic at her inner thigh and dragged it through the slick heat that promised him heaven.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I want your tongue against my bare skin.”
His c**k jumped in response to her words, but he played it cool. “I don’t think they’re wet enough yet.”
“I don’t think they could possibly get any wetter.”
He planned to prove her wrong. He shifted closer, so that his c**k was lodged firmly in her cleft, and moved his hands to her br**sts. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, yanking the garment from her body and tossing it to the floor.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her luscious br**sts. He loved the contrast of his tanned hands against the soft white globes of flesh cupped in them. Liked the way her ni**les pebbled into hard buds against his thumbs as he caressed the tips of her br**sts in repetitive circles. He began to churn his hips in time with his thumbs, rubbing his engorged c**k against her.
“Oh!” she gasped when he managed to work her clit just right.
Staring in her glazed eyes, he massaged her br**sts, stroked her ni**les, and rubbed his c**k against her swollen heat until her mouth fell open and her body convulsed with pleasure.
“Are you coming, Caitlyn?” he murmured.
“Oh God, I need you inside me,” she said, her hands gripping his forearms and pulling at him. “Put it inside.”
“Are you coming?”
“I was, but… I fought it back.”
“Why?”
She shook her head. “Inside me, Owen, please.”
He rather liked the feel of her wet panties against his bare cock, but he shifted away and reached for his pants to don a condom. It would be nice to be in a monogamous relationship so he could experience sex raw on occasion.
Condom in place, he returned to his previous position between Caitlyn’s thighs. Breathless, she reached between her legs and slid her panties to one side. She sat upright on the edge of the bed, took his c**k in both hands and rubbed the head against her opening.
“Oh, yes,” she said. “I want it.”
“Take what you want,” he said, claiming her mouth in a deep kiss.
She rubbed his c**k head against her clit, using the ball in his piercing to stimulate herself. It felt amazing for him as well. Not quite as wonderful as being buried balls deep within her heat, but he liked her sense of urgency and his sense of calm as she rubbed him against her clit faster and faster.
“Yes, oh,” she gasped and pressed him into her opening as she shuddered with release. Her pu**y clenched rhythmically around his c**k head and he grabbed her ass so he could force himself deeper. He f**ked her shallow and fast until her orgasm subsided and then pulled out. Her body went limp, and she gazed at him through half-closed eyes. “That felt amazing.”
He slipped her panties back in place and caressed her through them. “I’d say they’re wet enough now.”
She chuckled and lifted her butt off the mattress so he could remove the garment.
“Are you too tired to be on top?” he asked her.
“I’m too tired to move,” she said in a slurred tone.
“Then I probably shouldn’t have held back that time.”
“This is why you need to focus your attention on someone young and active, who’s addicted to energy drinks”
“I feel like taking it slow now anyway,” he said. “You look sleepy.” He was being kind; she looked exhausted.
He pulled back the covers and joined her on the bed. “I hope you don’t mind if I have my way with you while you sleep,” he said.
He rolled on top of her, and she feebly wrapped her arms around him. “I won’t fall asleep,” she promised.
He kissed her skin tenderly, starting with her throat and working his way down her limp body. She sighed in sweet surrender. He liked that her urgency was gone and he could take his time with her, spend some quiet moments learning her body. He also liked when she got excited and demanding, so he hoped the calm that had settled over her was due to lack of energy and not waning interest.
He kissed her belly until she giggled, licked her pu**y until she moaned, and then allowed himself to possess her. His thrusts were so slow, at times he wasn’t moving at all. He relished the feel of her beneath him and around him. Allowed himself to experience her with more than his skin. It was probably a good thing that she was half asleep so she didn’t recognize the emotions threatening to overwhelm him. Yeah, hard, quick f**ks were much better for keeping those tender feelings at bay. Maybe this languid lovemaking was a mistake, but for tonight, he’d give in to the craving for a personal connection.
When urgency began to build in his groin, he hastened his strokes, deepened them. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him close as he moaned in her ear and tried not to suffocate on the heart trying to force its way up his throat. Did she have any idea how affected he was by her? Did she want to know? It was too soon, he decided. He buried his face in her neck, churning his hips, wanting to be deeper, deeper inside her, so deep that he couldn’t find himself as a separate entity from her. He’d been denying his need for this for far too long. He wasn’t sure why he’d finally let go of his false desire for autonomy while in the arms of a woman, but letting her close felt so good. She would undoubtedly freak out if she knew what he was thinking. He groaned as his release finally found him, surprised when she came with him. Her fingertips dug into his back—not harshly as he’d asked of her earlier, but as if she were afraid of going under and he was the only thing she trusted to keep her head above water.
When his breath had calmed and his c**k had softened, he lifted his head. She smiled drowsily.
“Can’t stand what?” he asked. He shifted to caress her clit with his lips, massaging the swollen bit of flesh through cotton.
“I’m going to come. Owen. I’m…” She sucked in a ragged breath when he began to gently scrape the edge of his teeth against one swollen lip. “Wait! I didn’t. So close…”
He smiled and blew a hot breath through her panties.
“Whoa. That’s… That’s…”
He loved that she was incoherent. There was something about blowing a smart girl’s mind that totally rocked his world.
“Do you want me to take these off now?” He ran a finger under the elastic at her inner thigh and dragged it through the slick heat that promised him heaven.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I want your tongue against my bare skin.”
His c**k jumped in response to her words, but he played it cool. “I don’t think they’re wet enough yet.”
“I don’t think they could possibly get any wetter.”
He planned to prove her wrong. He shifted closer, so that his c**k was lodged firmly in her cleft, and moved his hands to her br**sts. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, yanking the garment from her body and tossing it to the floor.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her luscious br**sts. He loved the contrast of his tanned hands against the soft white globes of flesh cupped in them. Liked the way her ni**les pebbled into hard buds against his thumbs as he caressed the tips of her br**sts in repetitive circles. He began to churn his hips in time with his thumbs, rubbing his engorged c**k against her.
“Oh!” she gasped when he managed to work her clit just right.
Staring in her glazed eyes, he massaged her br**sts, stroked her ni**les, and rubbed his c**k against her swollen heat until her mouth fell open and her body convulsed with pleasure.
“Are you coming, Caitlyn?” he murmured.
“Oh God, I need you inside me,” she said, her hands gripping his forearms and pulling at him. “Put it inside.”
“Are you coming?”
“I was, but… I fought it back.”
“Why?”
She shook her head. “Inside me, Owen, please.”
He rather liked the feel of her wet panties against his bare cock, but he shifted away and reached for his pants to don a condom. It would be nice to be in a monogamous relationship so he could experience sex raw on occasion.
Condom in place, he returned to his previous position between Caitlyn’s thighs. Breathless, she reached between her legs and slid her panties to one side. She sat upright on the edge of the bed, took his c**k in both hands and rubbed the head against her opening.
“Oh, yes,” she said. “I want it.”
“Take what you want,” he said, claiming her mouth in a deep kiss.
She rubbed his c**k head against her clit, using the ball in his piercing to stimulate herself. It felt amazing for him as well. Not quite as wonderful as being buried balls deep within her heat, but he liked her sense of urgency and his sense of calm as she rubbed him against her clit faster and faster.
“Yes, oh,” she gasped and pressed him into her opening as she shuddered with release. Her pu**y clenched rhythmically around his c**k head and he grabbed her ass so he could force himself deeper. He f**ked her shallow and fast until her orgasm subsided and then pulled out. Her body went limp, and she gazed at him through half-closed eyes. “That felt amazing.”
He slipped her panties back in place and caressed her through them. “I’d say they’re wet enough now.”
She chuckled and lifted her butt off the mattress so he could remove the garment.
“Are you too tired to be on top?” he asked her.
“I’m too tired to move,” she said in a slurred tone.
“Then I probably shouldn’t have held back that time.”
“This is why you need to focus your attention on someone young and active, who’s addicted to energy drinks”
“I feel like taking it slow now anyway,” he said. “You look sleepy.” He was being kind; she looked exhausted.
He pulled back the covers and joined her on the bed. “I hope you don’t mind if I have my way with you while you sleep,” he said.
He rolled on top of her, and she feebly wrapped her arms around him. “I won’t fall asleep,” she promised.
He kissed her skin tenderly, starting with her throat and working his way down her limp body. She sighed in sweet surrender. He liked that her urgency was gone and he could take his time with her, spend some quiet moments learning her body. He also liked when she got excited and demanding, so he hoped the calm that had settled over her was due to lack of energy and not waning interest.
He kissed her belly until she giggled, licked her pu**y until she moaned, and then allowed himself to possess her. His thrusts were so slow, at times he wasn’t moving at all. He relished the feel of her beneath him and around him. Allowed himself to experience her with more than his skin. It was probably a good thing that she was half asleep so she didn’t recognize the emotions threatening to overwhelm him. Yeah, hard, quick f**ks were much better for keeping those tender feelings at bay. Maybe this languid lovemaking was a mistake, but for tonight, he’d give in to the craving for a personal connection.
When urgency began to build in his groin, he hastened his strokes, deepened them. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him close as he moaned in her ear and tried not to suffocate on the heart trying to force its way up his throat. Did she have any idea how affected he was by her? Did she want to know? It was too soon, he decided. He buried his face in her neck, churning his hips, wanting to be deeper, deeper inside her, so deep that he couldn’t find himself as a separate entity from her. He’d been denying his need for this for far too long. He wasn’t sure why he’d finally let go of his false desire for autonomy while in the arms of a woman, but letting her close felt so good. She would undoubtedly freak out if she knew what he was thinking. He groaned as his release finally found him, surprised when she came with him. Her fingertips dug into his back—not harshly as he’d asked of her earlier, but as if she were afraid of going under and he was the only thing she trusted to keep her head above water.
When his breath had calmed and his c**k had softened, he lifted his head. She smiled drowsily.
