Page 42 of Keeping it Local

“Ah,” I moaned. “Yes, more. Another.” I didn’t know what I was saying. I was overwhelmed by all the sensations, and everything felt so good. Too good. Like he was going to ruin me for anyone who came after.

“Love it when you tell me what you want. Good girl. Just let go.” He slipped a second finger into me and pumped.

It could have been two minutes or ten. I had no idea, but I felt that wave come over me. It took me over as I curled my toes, pushing myself into his face as he continued to pump and suck.

My entire body tensed up, then let go as I arched back onto the mattress. As I came down from my orgasm, he removed his fingers, licking me from my core to my clit, kneading my thighs as he did it.

“I love to see you unravel like that. So pretty.” He was still on his knees as he looked up at me.

I couldn’t take any more and squeezed my legs together and rolled to my side. My entire body had a sheen of sweat on it, but it didn’t seem to matter because Johnny crawled back up on the bed and grabbed onto me, rolling me back.

“Good?” he asked.

“More than good, but I want you.” I grazed my hand along his bearded chin and kissed his lips, tasting myself on him.

“Mhmmm. I want that too.”

I reached down and grabbed his length, running my tongue over his lips as he groaned.

“That feels good, baby.” He grabbed his boxer briefs and pulled down, freeing his cock, and I felt the wetness from the tip resting on my stomach.

I crawled down and licked his cockhead, his taste flooding my senses.

He leaned back, letting me stroke him for a moment or two before softly pushing me off, rolling onto his side and pulling open the drawer to his bedside table, rustling for a condom in there. I don’t know what came over me, but everything felt hotter, more on fire than I’d ever felt before, and I knew it was because of who this man was in front of me. As much as I wanted this to be casual for us, for me, it was turning into something more. I couldn’t think about that though. I wanted to enjoy what we had tonight—not worrying about tomorrow.

Rolling back over, he asked, “Is this okay?”

“Oh, yeah.” I grabbed the wrapper and ripped it open.

I reached out to him, rolling it over his long cock, before pumping him a few times.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” And as he smiled down at me, I wondered if he felt the connection too, both of us too unsure of the other to say anything.

He leaned back on the bed, letting me touch him how I wanted before rolling back to me and roughly grabbing my legs and wrapping them around his muscled body. I loved how hard and sturdy he felt on top of me, how he wasn’t afraid to throw me around a bit, and he was strong enough to do it.

“You sure you’re good?” He lined his cock up with my entrance, playing in the wetness without entering me. Every time he traced up, he hit my clit, which was still throbbing from his tongue being on it.

I nodded, swallowing.

“I’m going to need a yes, baby.” He leaned down, grabbing my earlobe in his mouth, and sucked.

Fuck. “Yes… yes!”

“That’s what I like to hear.” And he pushed straight into me, halfway at first, then slowing down until I could feel the base of him on my clit.

I was going to go over the edge again. I arched back, pushing into him.

He groaned. “Fuck. You feel good.”

We stayed there for a moment, him just looking at me, then moaning into my ear before I arched into him, begging him to move. As rough as he was before, he took his time, savoring the out and in, filling me up, then pulling all the way out. He was driving me crazy, and I couldn’t take it, pushing back on him.

He groaned and picked up his pace, rhythmically thrusting into me as our bodies worked in tandem with each other. Everything felt warm, and I could feel my orgasm building every time he ground out at the base, hitting me where I needed it.

“I’m not going to last much longer.”

“Me neither.”

At that, he started sucking on my hard nipple and trailed his fingers down my body and nestled in to find the right spot, giving me the speed and friction I needed.