Page 44 of Six Wishes

Slowly, he crawls up my body until his cock fits perfectly in between my breasts. My hands are still holding each globe, and I watch Van’s eyes dilate as he takes in the picture we make. I push them together until I am squeezing him in between. He moans and throws his head back, hips thrusting back and forth.

“Yes,” his gravely voice comes through, and I can almost picture the way his eyes are rolling to the back of his head.

The image only seems to spur me on, and I squeeze my breasts harder, getting him tighter in between.

“Oh fuck, stop,” he brings his eyes back to me and I grin back to him in the same way that he did earlier. Almost evil. I know what I am doing to him, and I love every second of it.

With a very abrupt move, Van pulls completely out. I don’t have time to process what’s happening when with quick moves, he flips around and drops his mouth on my pussy. His cock is in my face, the tip right against my lips. I open my mouth and run my tongue around his crown which only seems to spur him on as he is playing with my pussy.

I start sucking him more enthusiastically, and he groans against my clit. I feel him pushing two fingers in and I squeeze hard. My brain is a jumbled mess, and I don’t know what to focus on first.

His hips thrust more forcefully, pushing him all the way to the back of my throat, and I choke. I swallow in distress, then try to cough it out, but that just seems to get him going more. There is no stopping him. I feel saliva running down the side of my mouth and I struggle to swallow it back down.

The fingers he has inside of me are pumping in and out in rhythm with the sucking noises he makes on my clit. In an effort to get some relief from his cock in my mouth, I bring a hand up and wrap my fingers around his balls. They tighten immediately, and I feel my pussy walls coming around Van’s fingers with a vengeance.

I have never experienced so much at the same time while having sex. I feel the beginning of my orgasm building up and I don’t want to stop it. At the same time, I don’t want to abandon Van either.

It is all taken out of my hands when I feel his balls drawing up even more in my hand. His thrusts in my mouth seem to have more purpose now. The fingers he has in me curl up and touch a place inside of me that I don’t remember ever feeling touched. Tingles take over my body, head to toe.

I want to throw my head back and scream when my orgasm takes over and I feel possessed. Van’s cock shoved deep into my mouth stops my head from moving, and that’s when I feel the first spurt out of him. He is moving faster in my mouth and I am coming so hard, I can’t stand him touching me anymore.

Van doesn’t care about any of that, and he seems to be in a trance as he continues coming in long spurts of never ending cum.

My head falls back on my pillow when it is finally over. My body still feels tight, but in a good way. This very well may have been the best sex I have ever had. How?

Van’s arms and legs give out underneath him, and he manages to fall to the side of me. We both lie here, breathing hard and staring at the ceiling.

“That was…” I whisper but I’m not sure what to say it was. A tornado of feelings?

“Yeah,” Van agrees, “it fuckin’ was.”

With a bit of an effort, I manage to sit up, then crawl his way until we are face to face. He puts his arms around me and kisses me softly on the forehead.

“I feel things for you, Chlo,” he murmurs in my hair.

“I feel things for you, too, Van,” I whisper back.

And I really do. So intensely. They scare me a little.

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