"So this is what you like?" I nodded my head yes. "Well you're going to have to wait," my eyes flew up to his. He grabbed me by my ankles and pulled me down so that my ass was on the edge of the bed. My thong was yanked down and off in seconds. He spread my legs and held them out in place.
"This is what I like," and he laid the first of many licks. He flicked at my clit, dipped his tongue into my heaven and held my shaking thighs. My arms gave way at some point and my hands found their way into his hair. My hips swayed to the masterful assault of his tongue. He bent my knees and placed my feet on the edge of the bed so that they were butterflied out to the sides. His tongue flicked mercilessly across my clit. I cried out. He rubbed a finger between my wet folds, lubricating it. He slowly opened me with that finger, easing it in one knuckle at a time. He worked that finger until he felt my walls give way, and then there was the push of a second. He doubled the speed of his tongue.
Fuck, could it go any faster I thought. The increased pace, did what he knew it would. It allowed my body to forget about the second finger so that he was able to get it in, two knuckles deep. He pumped his fingers in and out slowly, trying to loosen me. They twisted and rotated, until they were both completely inside. He held them still and sucked my clit between his lips. It felt like ten seconds, but I know it was closer to thirty before he resumed. His fingers slid in and out slowly, their speed increasing ever so slightly until they were plunging into me and I was humping against him. My hands were in his hair again, but I had fistfuls in each hand. His head lay on my right thigh as his tongue toyed with my clit. He made sucking sounds, and possibly even groans as he feasted upon me. I know it wasn't me, because I whimpered as he finally worked the third and final finger inside me. I tried to claw away from him. He was used to this. He knew that when I was close, I tried to fight my orgasm. I never truly wanted to deny myself, but it was something I did every time. He pushed my right thigh up and out of the way with his shoulder; he was in danger of his head being encased between my thighs. His left hand found my right, which was now grasping a fistful of the sheet. He held my hand, our fingers laced together. My hand squeezed his, he pumped his fingers and I cried out, "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God" over and over as my back rose and my hips dipped into the bed.
His fingers slowed and came to a complete stop as my orgasm subsided. He rotated his hand one final time so his palm was facing upward before he withdrew them and he planted a kiss to my inner right thigh. Our fingers were still laced in his other hand and so I tugged on it, signaling that I needed him to come up. He stood and sucked the wet from his fingers; I too maintained a healthy diet. He had once told me in a post sex confession that he loved going down on me because he liked how my body responded to him. I glanced down to his waist and stared at my favorite piece of him. His hand returned and circled around his dick. He squeezed it one time and then stroked it a few times. I looked up to his face from hooded eyes; his brow raised, he was asking me what my next move was.
I slid from the bed, placing my heels on the floor and squatted with my legs spread and my back against the bed for support. He stepped forward, his dick leading. If I were any lesser of a woman I would be fearful as the head looked angry. Eating me had turned him on in an insane way. He didn't like me to use my hands when I sucked him. I placed my palms on his muscled thighs and leaned forward. I liked to be aggressive when I sucked dick. I flicked my tongue out and licked the glistening tip. He sighed, and I plunged taking him as far as I could into my mouth. He groaned, and breathed a few expletives. I love the sense of power I always gain when I do this to him. I drew back slowly, hallowing my cheeks. When I got to the head, I swirled my tongue around it and plunged back down his shaft. I repeated this two or three more times. Each time I flew down his shaft, I heard him groan. My mouth adjusted to his size each time and my throat began to relax.
My grip on his thighs tightened as I tried to pull him further into my mouth. But, it was this angle. If I wanted him in my throat, he had to feed it to me. That slight curve of his dick was what hindered me in this position. I sucked him as deep into my mouth as I could and wiggled my tongue along its underside. I breathed through my nose and stretched my tongue out my mouth from beneath his dick and tried to reach and lick any untouched flesh that I could. I felt the pressure of his hands on my head, in my hair. I looked up, trying to make eye contact with him. He was staring down at me. I shifted so I was leaning more into the side of the bed, causing him to step with me. He leaned over me, changing the angle. Balancing himself with his right hand on the bed and palming the back of my head with his left.
I had just started on him and he was already trying to take over. But, honestly I didn't mind because that's when you know you're running shit. When he turns into an animal and can't focus on anything, but chasing his nut, is when I win. He pulled back, so that I could breathe and then he surged forward again. I locked my fingers together behind my back and let the side of the bed be my support. He set the pace, and each time that he stroked into my mouth I hallowed my cheeks and sucked. On his out stroke, my tongue danced. But, I knew this angle wasn't what he needed. He stroked over and over and you could hear the copious sounds of our union.
Needing more, I pushed at his thighs. He pulled back immediately, withdrawing until just the first two inches remained in my mouth as he stood and looked down at me. I eased him out of my mouth entirely, tilted my head and sucked along that ridge of flesh just below the head. He groaned my name, and a few other words. Something that sounded like, "Why are you so good at this". He pulled away from my mouth; that part was the most sensitive. I stretched out my hands and he pulled me up to standing. I turned, crawled onto the bed. He smacked my ass; oh he was being playful now. I got into position; lying on my back with my head over the edge of the bed. He stepped back into position, and slid back into my mouth with no pausing.
This was way better. He pulled back, stroked back in once, twice. On his third downward stroke, my hands went to his firm ass and pushed him onward. He entered my throat. He held himself there for seconds before pulling back. He surged forward again, sliding into my throat. I hummed, and he groaned. This continued, stroke after downward stroke. He plunged back in too soon a few times. When I wasn't prepared and I gagged, my throat constricting around his dick. He lost it then, that tight pressure around his dick. He withdrew completely and I looked up at him confused.
"I don't want to cum in your mouth," he answered. "Come on, sit up and turn around." I obliged, without hesitation. I stood in front of him, my back to his front. I was still wearing my heels, which helped because he was tall and we were now aligned. I placed my knees on the bed and he bent me over slightly, resting a hand on my hip. His other hand guided his dick into me. I was wet, but still tight. The earlier orgasm he brought me to with his three fingers still did not compare to his dick. He knew better than to plunge in here. So he took his time. Pushing in and starting with slow strokes. I eventually opened up to him fully, and he exhaled a deep gush of air.
"Harder," I stated as I lowered my chest to the bed and bowed my head. Both his hands were at my hips, his thumbs fitting perfectly into the dimples on my lower back above my ass. His paced quickened. My eyes closed as I focused on the feel of his dick moving in me, and his balls slapping against my clit with each down stroke. My ass bounced against his pelvic bone and lower abs. The room filled with the sounds of skin smacking against each other. His pace quickened. Deepened. His grip shifted up to my waist, and on every down stroke he pulled me back onto him. He had turned into an animal. I widened my legs, which caused my waist to sink lower onto the bed and when he pulled me in for that next stroke my body shattered. He had hit the golden spot. I was floating. I cried out, thanking him over and over. But, he didn't stop and because he kept on stroking. My body continued to soar. I clawed at the sheets, until he finally ran a hand up through my hair grabbing a fistful. Pulling my head up and back to him as his body stilled, spilling into me.
Carefully he released my hair, and withdrew himself. He turned and fell backwards on the bed next to me. He reached for me, dragging my body onto the bed next to his. I kicked off my heels and together we lied there in my bed on our backs, next to each other, not touching, staring at the ceiling. We were silent as our labored breathes slowed, returning to their normal runs. I reached out my left hand and his right hand found mine, our fingers interlocking. I'm not into cuddling, but he likes some form of connection. So long ago, when we started fucking this is what we agreed to. After all, we're friends and he's only here because I like his dick.
