She let the door shut behind her.
This was real now. Rebecca was inside my bedroom, inches from my bed, and I was completely naked. I turned to face her, playing coy for a moment, feigning modesty as I covered my thickening cock with both hands.
“I’d better get dressed,” I said, reaching lazily toward the drawer.
But her eyes and expression told me otherwise. This hadn’t started with small talk. It had started in the kitchenette, her eyes locked on my crotch, mouth just slightly open, heat shimmering between us. Now we were alone and she didn't want to pretend anymore.
“I want to see it,” she said.
My hands dropped without hesitation.
She stepped closer.
Maybe it was the smoky haze from the incense or maybe it was the raw magnetism between us, but the air in the room crackled with electricity. She sat on the edge of my bed, placing her at the exact height of my cock, which was already rising, slow and heavy with anticipation. Silence, nothing needed to be said.
She beckoned me forward with a single finger. I obeyed.
Her hand reached out and wrapped around me. Warm. Firm. Intentional. She stroked slowly, deliberately, coaxing every inch of hardness from me, my cock growing and pulsing in her hand. She was fully in command, my hips twitched involuntarily, her lips parted and she gently exhaled as she stared at my thick, growing shaft.
The room was a furnace and she was feeding the fire.
I fought the urge to grab her by the hair and guide her to me. But my hands betrayed me, shifting just slightly, and she smiled like she already knew. She eased me onto the bed, gently pushing my chest back, and moved between my legs.
Her mouth hovered over the tip of my cock, her warm breath setting the sensitive nerves of it’s swelling head on fire.
Fuck! She was unbelievable.
She let her tongue drag softly across the head of my penis, a line of pre-cum stretching from me to her lips as she pulled back. Her eyes met mine. Teasing. Dominant. Her tongue circled again, slower this time, before she sucked the tip gently into her mouth.
I growled low in my throat.
I reached for her top and pulled it up over her head in one motion, tossing it to the foot of the bed. Her skin was warm and smooth, her chest rising with each breath. I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, my hands trembling with need. It fell away and I got my first full look.
They were perfect.
Full, round, the weight of them heavy in my hands. Her nipples were large, thick, dark pink and swollen from anticipation. I cupped one breast and sucked the other nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, biting gently. She moaned against my skin, her breath hot, her fingers wrapped tightly around my cock as she began to stroke faster, she never once let go, it was hers, she owned me.
Then she took me into her mouth.
Warm. Wet. Unbelievable.
Her lips stretched around me as she sank lower, her hand stroking the base while her tongue danced beneath the shaft. She moaned as she sucked, the vibration sending shivers through my entire body. I leaned back, unable to hold in the sounds escaping my throat. She was hungry for it. She wanted every drop.
I tangled my fingers in her hair, not pulling, just holding. Her head bobbed faster. Her saliva coated me, dripping down my shaft and on to my balls. She paused only to stroke with both hands before sucking me deep again, her throat flexing around the tip.
I was close. I could feel it building, my balls tightening,
“Fuck… I’m gonna cum.”
She didn’t stop. She looked up at me and doubled down, one hand gripping the base of my cock, stroking with purpose while the other tugged at my balls. Her mouth locked around me and she sucked harder, faster, determined.
My whole body tensed. My thighs clenched. My stomach rippled. I thrust upwards, deeper into her throat.
I exploded.
Thick, pulsing ropes filled her mouth. She took it all, every twitch, every surge, swallowing greedily while never breaking eye contact. My hips bucked and my hands gripped the sheets as I emptied into her. When I was done, she licked her lips, catching the last drops as I collapsed into the bed, every muscle thoroughly relaxed with satisfaction.
She crawled up beside me, nipples brushing my chest, her breath still hot against my neck, then she kissed me.
Soft at first. A gentle press of her lips against mine, tasting of lust and salt and something sweeter. Her tongue traced the edge of my mouth before slipping between my lips. I kissed her back hungrily, fingers sliding up the curve of her back, feeling every dip and rise of her flawless body.
She ground against me slowly, teasing herself against my skin, wet and warm and ready my sweat soaking her perfect body as we lay in my sun trap bedroom.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” she murmured between kisses, dragging her mouth across my jaw, then lower, nipping at my neck, my collarbone, before kissing back up to my lips again. |
