“Spank me later. Right now, I have to put my mouth on you.” His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wide for his heated gaze. “You gonna come right on my tongue?”
Well, shit, I didn’t have to think twice about that. “Fuck, yes,” I moaned as my head fell back on the pillows.
His mouth was on me before I could take my next breath. With tiny, insistent strokes, his tongue thrummed against my clit as his lips applied the perfect amount of suction. I clenched the sheets in my fists, and my thighs shook in anticipation.
“You taste so fucking good,” he whispered against my aching skin sloppily, still eating me as he spoke.
I gripped his hair as my hips started to move against his mouth of their own accord.
“You’re so close. Your pussy’s already trying to trap my tongue.” He slid his hands up my body, past my hips, until they reached my panting chest. “These fucking tits are going to be the death of me someday,” he groaned as he gripped my breasts and brushed his thumbs across my nipples.
God, the man had some serious skills. I was convinced his tongue had graduated with an Ivy League doctorate in oral. Within seconds, thanks to a perfect swirl and two quick flicks of my clit, I was screaming his name through a mind-blowing orgasm. I expected the fog to last, but I wanted him too badly. Each roll of pleasure only drove me to want more.
“Now, Thatch,” I panted as he rolled a condom down his length. “Please, fuck me now,” I begged.
“I don’t think either of us are born submissives, baby. But your sweet voice begging me to fuck you sure makes me think you could be.” He smirked down at me as he kneeled between my thighs.
Before I could offer a snappy retort, he gripped my thighs and pushed inside me, hard and so deliciously deep. “Holy. Shit.”
He groaned. “I’m never leaving this pussy.” He increased his rhythm, driving into me with wild and uninhibited movements. “I’m just going to eat, fuck, and sleep inside this perfect cunt for the rest of my life.”
“Yes. Let’s do that,” I agreed on a whimper. “Just fuck me all the time.”
He wrapped his arms around me and flipped us around so he was lying on his back and I was straddling his thighs. “Ride me, Cassie,” he demanded as he sat up to grab my breasts and suck a hard nipple into his mouth. “Let me see those gorgeous tits bounce.”
God. Following his command, I noticed each jolt from the weight of my breasts as though they were connected by a live wire to my pussy. I knew he was watching them, and the unbelievably sexy feeling I got from it was overwhelming.
I didn’t stop riding the Jolly Green Giant’s cock until I was shouting through another perfect orgasm. The climax was so strong I felt like it had wrung me out from the inside and left my body limp and sated as I laid my head against his chest.
Holy hell. I just need a minute to catch my breath.
Yeah, just a minute.
Just one…
How did that saying go?
Fall asleep in the middle of sex once, shame on you. Fall asleep in the middle of sex twice, shame on me. What would happen on the third time? Cassie needed to see a doctor?
Fuck. I was positive if I had to experience her falling asleep on my dick for a third time, I’d end up permanently bowlegged and my balls would shrivel up inside my body.
I’d at least partially understood the first bout of coitus interruptus since I’d been shocked to the point of off my game, but this go ’round, I’d been highly engaged in some of my best moves. And still, her orgasmic bliss was the end of my own. Out like a light, she’d started to snore into my already damp skin, slick with her drool.
I probably needed to skip to the third scenario and find a doctor who made sleep-sex house calls. Maybe Dr. Savannah Cummings is available. Yeah, no. Definitely not a good idea.
Is this what real life looked like?
Unceasingly unsatisfied sexually while being covered in other people’s bodily fluids?
The drool I could handle, but the blue balls were another thing entirely. I’d never liked it, not in the seventeen some odd years since I’d first lost my virginity, so I didn’t imagine I’d start now.
But for the first time in nearly the same length of time, I wasn’t longing for the physical companionship of some nameless, faceless woman with a body of my choosing. Instead, I fantasized exclusively about the flawless face of the very known woman currently mouth-breathing into my nipple.
“Cass?” I whispered, trying to rouse her from her coma. “Cass!” But I wasn’t surprised when she didn’t respond, truly entranced in the deep recesses of REM sleep.