Page 32 of Homestead

“Jimmy,” I gasp at last, arching my back up off the bed and clutching fistfuls of the fitted sheet.

He lifts his head to check my face. “Whatcha need?”

“I need… I need…” With a little whimper, I make a flailing motion beneath him.

“What’s that, girlie?” His expression has changed. Gotten hot and amused both.

I huff at him. “You know what I need.”

“But maybe I want you to tell me anyway.”

“I need tocome,” I burst out. “And you’re just being mean.”

“Not bein’ mean.” He lowers his head and gives my right nipple a big lick. “Just takin’ care of you. Sometimes it’s good when you gotta wait.”

“And sometimes it’s torture!” I grab his thick hair with both hands. I’m not conscious of doing so, but I must have tugged his head lower because his mouth ends up on my belly.

He kisses my belly button, then a line below it until he’s nuzzling my groin.

I suck in a loud breath and roll my hips, parting my thighs as his nuzzling gets more insistent.

“There you go, girlie,” he murmurs. “Open up for me. Let me in.”

My head is spinning, and my pussy is throbbing intensely with a degree of arousal I never believed I was capable of. He grabs my knees and pulls my legs even wider apart, then hooks my legs over his shoulders and uses the position to lift my bottom right up off the bed.

I squeal at the sudden move and clutch at his head.

He laughs against my pussy. Gives me a hard, wet lick. “Fuck, I love how you smell,” he mumbles, nosing me open and teasing me with his tongue.

It feels so good, and I’m so off-balance in my vulnerable position that I’m letting out loud, choppy sounds as he goes at it.

He plays for a while and seems to enjoy the way I’m completely out of control. Occasionally he mumbles out hot encouragement against my pussy. “That’s right.” “Don’t fight it.” “You’re almost there.” “You’re doin’ so good.”

Then he finally focuses on my clit and gives it suck after hard suck.

I come apart completely, convulsing and crying out shamelessly as the waves of pleasure slam into me.

He lowers me back to the bed as I twitch and whimper through the last of the spasms. He edges one hand between my legs to rub at my still-pulsing flesh as he pulls me into the embrace of his other arm.

I hold on to him, gasping against his chest. It takes me a long time to recover enough to think clearly.

“You did real good,” he murmurs at last. “Never seen you let go that much.”

“I didn’t… I didn’t know I could feel like that.”

He rubs his beard against my hair. “Well, you can.”

“I guess so.”

He’s still massaging my pussy. It’s intense and relieving. I rock my hips against his hand.

He chuckles. “Feels like you’re ready for more.”

“No, I don’t need more. I just had the best orgasm of my life, and I still haven’t done you yet.”

“Then we can do somethin’ together. Why don’t you turn over on your hands and knees, and we can try it that way?”

I stiffen since we’ve never done that position before. It seems like it might be embarrassing with my butt exposed like that.

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