So this is the third installment of the this series but I did switch the categories because it's going more the way of romance than anything else. Thanks again to all the readers and all those who have taken the time to send feedback! It is always appreciated!
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The stakes were high, we were sitting on the floor of my living room, playing rapid games of Speed, alternating between expressions of seriousness and outbursts of laughter as we clamored to put all of our cards down. We were having a tournament, the winner of such getting to decide how we spent our next weekend together. We were playing the best of seven games, it was currently tied 3-3; this was the deciding game. I was down to my last three cards, Joshua two and, since neither of us could play, we were about to flip over the last face down card. Once they were flipped I quickly glanced at my cards and just as I was making a move, the little sucker played both of his and went out.
"Noooooooo!" I exclaimed, throwing my cards down and folding my arms over my chest, my mouth curving downward, bottom lip sticking out in an exaggerated pout.
Secretly, I was fine with losing. I was curious what type of date he would plan for us and it saved me from having to agonize over what would have been the right choices. Still, I hated to lose and I intended to play it up to the hilt, attempt to drag some sympathy from him in the meantime. He looked over at me and smiled, then scooted towards me and knocked me backward, lying on top of me, pushing my hands up and over my head then bringing his lips to mine for a kiss.
I didn't budge my lips, locking them closed and scrunching my face up in determination. He kissed all over my face while switching my wrists to one hand so he could tickle me with the other. I giggled despite myself, my lips falling open, and as they did he attacked my mouth with his tongue. I gave in and kissed him back, giving into the warm and tingly feeling that being in his arms always gave me.
His hand soon stopped tickling me and started rubbing up and down my abdomen, hands coming up beneath my pink shirt to rub my braless chest. His fingers tightened around a nipple, pinching and releasing, making me moan and gasp with each motion. The loss of the game was forgotten as he released my wrists.
"Keep them over your head," he said and I complied as he pushed my shirt up over my tits with his hands and brought his mouth down to meet my left nipple.
He bit down hard and licked the top, keeping his teeth in place as I moaned from the mix of pain and pleasure. He was beginning to figure out that the two were often one in the same for me and was enjoying testing my limits. He switched back and forth between my hardening nippes, biting down and licking them until I was writhing in pleasure and my pussy was warmed and wet.
He kissed down my tummy, running his tongue slowly towards the top of my black yoga pants. He used his hands to ease them down my legs, pulling them off and tossing them aside. I wriggled a little, trying to ease my pussy closer to his hands but he put his hands on my legs and looked me in the eyes.
"Don't move, Jenni," he commanded and, seeing the serious expression in his eyes, I stopped.
He looked at my cotton pink bikini panties and smiled a wry smile. "Very cute, baby," he said, his voice husky with sex and I swallowed, my heart leaping a little.
He brought his face down between my legs and rubbed his nose up against my panty, breathing in my scent, his nose nudging my clit and further awakening my desire for him. He pulled his face back and eased a finger into the crotch of my panties, spreading apart my pussy lips and feeling my wetness. He slowly moved his finger around as my eyes squeezed shut, jolts of pleasure running through my body as his finger found my clit and rubbed slowly around it in a small circle, hitting all of the tiny little spots as I cried out how good it felt and saying his name, like a mantra, as his finger moved faster and faster.
When I was about to cum, he stopped, pulled his finger out and hooked his pointer fingers into the waistband of my panty, yanking them down and off my legs. He removed his yellow t-shirt shirt and threw it aside before roughly spreading my legs and diving into my pussy, his tongue taking over what his finger had been doing, one hand reaching up to grasp my nipple and twist it, hard, abating my impending orgasm temporarily. I gasped out and moaned; he released my nipple and began to slowly rub it, moving at the same speed as his tongue, slowly taking me back up towards orgasm.
When I felt him bring two fingers from his other hand to my pussy and slide up and in, I moaned out loudly and clenched my muscles tightly around his fingers. His tongue slowly, maddeningly, licking my clit and his fingers pushing up and into my g-spot combined with the alternating slow rubbing of each my nipples was taking me up and up and up to levels of pleasure I had never felt before. Every time I thought I was going to explode, he brought me up a little higher, until I was shaking and rolling my head back and forth, mumbling incoherent expletives. My pussy felt wetter than it ever had and I was lost in a cloud of ecstasy. When he slid a third finger up into my tight pussy and started moving his tongue faster, I finally reached the peak and promptly fell over it. I screamed out loudly, my body trembling with release and bucking upward as the pleasure overtook me. He kept his mouth in place, licking as I came, moaning into me with each pulse of my pelvis.
When the powerful orgasm subsided I slowly reopened my eyes. My arms were still above my head and Joshua had come up to lay next to me, shirtless, on his back, head turned towards me, a smile playing on his glistening lips. He looked so proud of himself and also super delicious, like a snack I couldn't possibly resist. I inched closer to him so I could kiss his lips, tasting myself on him as my tongue found its way inside his mouth, devouring as much of his as it could. My hand was moving down his hard, defined body, towards his cock and I could feel how hard he was beneath his pants.
