Page 56 of My Never
“Are you still hungry?” I ask, pulling his shirt over my head to reveal my naked body for his viewing pleasure. His eyes rake over my breasts, traveling languidly down my belly to his proposed dessert. He bites his lip.
“Starving,” he stutters out, his voice cracking with need.
“Did you have anything particular in mind that you’d like to eat?” I tease, knowing I’m drawing this out on purpose.
“There’s only one thing I have a taste for right now, and I’m staring at it.” He quirks his brows at me, smirking lewdly up at me before slipping his hand over my thigh and grazing his fingers up the available length of me. “Sit this gorgeous pussy on my face.”
My breath stutters from my chest as his middle finger slips between my lips and grazes downward toward my entrance then back up. I can do this.
“Hold onto the couch and get comfortable,” he commands, smacking my ass cheek lightly and rubbing it, so I climb intoa more favorable position. I hover above his mouth, and he rewards me with a flick of his tongue over my clit. His brows furrow as he groans with that first taste. He rolls his eyes up to me and gives me the dirtiest smile before gripping me around the thighs and pulling my body down, pressing my pussy to his face.
“I said sit, not hover.”
A broad lick of his tongue from entrance to clit has me panting. He works me over so good, I’m gripping onto his hair and the back of the couch for leverage so that I don’t collapse. My body takes over, and I grind myself against his face, enjoying the delicious friction.And, fuck, it is delicious.I cry out when he swirls his tongue around my clit and slides a finger deep into my heat. I clench around him, and he groans in encouragement.
Locking eyes with him, I ride harder, and he winks up at me as he slips that finger out and his thumb replaces it. I whimper at the difference. His slick finger slides backward and over my puckered hole, causing me to suck in a breath. He alternates crossing over it and making tiny circles around it while his thumb slips in and out of me, his tongue furiously flicking against my clit or circling it in tandem with his finger’s movements. The sensations are overwhelming, and a raspy cry tears from my throat as I drop off the edge and shatter into pieces.
Before my orgasm ebbs, Mark slips out from under me and slides behind me.
“Grab the arm of the couch, baby,” he commands as he slams his cock into me, both of us shouting out at the thrill it gives us. He squeezes my hip, settling himself fully, then gives me a few long thrusts before stopping. His free hand slides up my back and winds into my hair. Mark tugs just a little, and I moan at the added sensation, my core tightening around him.
“Mmmm,you like that don’t you?” he growls, wrapping my hair around his fist and stroking again, long and slow.
“Yes,” I pant, ready for him to start riding me good and hard.
“I never expected…” he trails off, losing his thought in his strokes. He doesn’t yank my hair; he just adds light tugging at just the right times when he’s grinding against me or circling his hips. It’s enough to drive my pleasure to new heights.
“I wish you could see how beautiful your body looks as it takes me over and over again. How full you look. I’m going to get you a sparkly little plug to fill this tight little hole above my cock.” He growls, slipping his thumb over me for emphasis, and I shudder at the idea. He groans as I squeeze him, knowing exactly how that mental image just affected me.
“Yup, buying it as soon as we’re done here,” he pants.Fuck, the way this man affects me. I’d let him do just about anything to my body.
My body seizes as his thumb pushes against my entrance, testing if I’m serious about it. I’m not sure, so I don’t sink back into the pressure, and he doesn’t push. Just rubs. Letting me know that I can trust him not to cross that boundary until I’m ready.
He senses that I’m not there yet and pulls out, flipping me onto my back and sinking back into me. He murmurs something about how good I feel around him as my legs circle his waist, and I pull him close. His lips capture mine, and we moan together when he starts to really move. I gasp into his mouth, and he swallows it as his hips pick up the pace, slapping against my body, riding me straight to the edge.
When his fingers close around my throat possessively but gently, his lips growl against mine for me to come, and my body complies. I feel his muscles tense beneath my fingertips, and hiscock swells deep within before he falls over the precipice with me.
18
Mark
Iwake Sunday morning, curled up around Ava, and I swear, I would be perfectly content never leaving this bed again. I have had her in so many ways over the past two nights, I should be dead tired, but my mind is still coming up with all the ways I’d like to take her or re-take her. I check the clock over her shoulder and remember that I have to meet the guys for our regular Sunday fishing adventures. I don’t have to be there for another hour at least. Good, then we’ll have time to shower and possibly get a smidge of food in.
I roll her onto her back and kiss her cheek, trailing my lips down her throat. I pull back the covers to expose those pretty nipples and circle them with my tongue. Her fingers rise and comb through my hair languidly, and a soft moan rumbles from her throat as she wakes.
“Good morning,” she croaks, and I snicker at how adorable she is while still all sleepy.
“Morning. Shower time. I have to meet the guys for fishing in a little over an hour.” I hop out of bed and pull down theblankets. She squeaks in protest, rolling onto her tummy to stay warm, and luscious cheeks greet my eyeballs. I grasp one and bend down to nip at her skin, earning me another squeak.
“Up. I wanna suds this booty up before I leave.”
She peeks at me from beneath her lashes with a cute little scowl that tells me she’s not really mad about it. I wink and walk into the bathroom and turn on the water so it gets nice and steamy. After quickly brushing my teeth, I step into the shower and deep clean before she walks in. She brushes her teeth at the sink while watching me wash my hair and run the soap all over my muscles. I make sure to take my time on my biceps and abs, noting how her brushing slows when I dip my fingers lower toward my cock. It’s enough to get me nice and hard.
“Get in.”
She does as I ask, and I let her under the spray. Picking up the soap, I lather my hands up, massaging it into her upper body while she washes her hair. I knead a shoulder with one hand and trace a line of soap down her breasts as she leans back into the spray, rinsing her hair clean. I add more soap and get to work slipping my fingers in between lips and cheeks, and she squeaks, raising her head from the water to look at me.
“Told you I wanted to suds this booty up.” I grin, and she smiles shyly. I’m not turned off by the personal aspect of the task. I’m more than happy to lend a helping hand.
