~ erotica ~
The beginnings of this story happened while I was in bed at CatalystCon, awake Sunday morning, even though I didn’t want to be, horny beyond reprieve, trying to find a way to calm my passion filled body and mind. Enjoy…
He hovered behind me, the heat of his body increasing the wetness of my sex. Leaning down, he hooked a finger into the skirt of my dress and slowly pulled up. Over my thighs. Over my ass. Passing by my non-existant panties. Finally resting at the cleft of my waist, where he stopped, and squeezed my pelvic bone. The instinctual sway of my hips came, and I deliciously, inadvertently, brushed my ass against his cock, which had since grown hard and thick below his towel.
I smelled the musk of his bath wash, felt the slight dampness of his skin through my dress. I had hoped to slip quietly out of his room before he finished bathing. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of his kind gesture the evening before, didn’t want to make the morning awkward, didn’t want to reveal how much I wanted more than just kind gestures from him.
His hands traveled up over the cloth of my dress, caressing each curve as he traversed my body. This time he slipped his hands down from above, deftly unhooking my bra, but also unsecuring its straps. He slipped the undergarment from beneath my dress, and whispered into my ear, “You will not wear this today.” I bit my lip, feeling a twinge of excitement in my loins from his words.
Bent over the bed, hands planted on the mattress, I expected, no hoped, no dreamed, no desired…
Fuck, I wanted him to fuck me from behind. I wanted his hand planted on my back pushing me down. I wanted his other hand in my hair pulling my head up and pounding my pussy senseless.
When I felt his hands against my thighs, encouraging my legs open, my newest fantasy seemed like it would soon be a reality.
But, instead, he knelt down, turned around, and sat on the floor, his back against the bed, positioning his face just away from my pussy lips, his mouth ready to taste my folds. He hooked his arms around my thighs and pulled my crotch towards his mouth.
First, I felt the kiss of his lips, and then came the flick of his tongue over my clit. I was grateful for the bed’s support. My knees buckled from the pleasure, resting on each side of his head as he continued to devour me.
“Please, oh God, please. Please let me fuck your face. Please, please. Please may I fuck your face?”
He stopped eating my cunt, tilted his head up, caught my eye, and said more than I had hoped for in such few words.
“Don’t ask; just do.”
His mouth and tongue returned to my throbbing lips. I used my hips to rock against his face, circles and tilts gyrating my sex against his mouth. His eating grew more fervent, his nails sinking into my flesh, holding on tight to my thighs as he plunged himself into enjoying my sex.
I gripped the sheets, threw my head back, and screamed my ecstasy as my first orgasm riped through my body. And then another. And then another.
I fucked his face til my thighs ached, til my muscles shoke, til my pussy was sore, til my clit pulsed in rhythm with my heartbeat, til my skin was drenched in his spit and my cum.
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