Page 68 of Fire Meets Fire

“Good morning,” I answer, knowing I want this for the rest of my life.

“What time is it?”

“Who fuckin’ cares?”

She chuckles at my answer. “Always the outlaw.”

“Always,” I confirm.

The tears that had taken me so much by surprise have dried. Instead, there’s a new brightness in her eyes. As she stretches against me, I reluctantly release my hold, giving her space if she wants to get up and leave while my body screams how much I want to clamp her to me.

“I need the bathroom.” Of course, she does. And then she’ll dress, leave… “But I’ll be right back.” Her hand rests on my chest momentarily as if instructing me to wait here.

I’ll wait as long as she fucking needs me to. Forever if necessary. I hardly dare breathe as she leaves the bed. I listen. The walls aren’t thick so I hear a long tinkling, then the flush, then water running as she washes her hands. I’m near dying of asphyxiation when she returns, wondering what she’s going to do next.

What she does surprises me. She strips her tee shirt over her head, baring those admittedly small but luscious tits to me. Then she strips out of her underwear. I feast my eyes for the first time on all her amazing glory, feeling my heart thump so hard it’s about to jump out of my chest.

With a smirk, she yanks the sheet off me. Without speaking, her hands move to the waistband of my boxers, her intention clear. I’m certainly not averse to getting as naked as her.

My hands itch to touch her, but the gleam in her eyes tells me this is her show. I fight to suppress my natural dominance. I’m not going to stop her taking control.

My dick leaks precum just from the look in her eyes as she bends one leg and places it on the bed, following it with the other, then situating herself until she’s kneeling over me, her hands resting on my chest.

“You’ve got a nice cock.”

I snort. “Not sure I’ve been complimented before.” I might have had praise for my performance, but not for its shape. I fist my hands to stop reaching for her, waiting to see what she’s going to do next.

What I don’t expect is for her to bend forward and for her tongue to lick the head of my dick. Nor for her mouth to fully widen and for her lips to enclose my girth.

Fuck, I’ve died and gone to heaven.Or maybe this is some wet dream. Whatever, I don’t want her to stop. I’ve had blow jobs given by all manner of women, those who wanted to warm a president’s bed, or club girls who knew what was expected of them. But never has it felt this good.

And fuck me, but Queenie seems to be enjoying giving me pleasure. I can tell by her expression it’s not something she thinks she should be doing, but something she wants.

She raises her head briefly and chuckles, warm breath huffing over my overheated balls. “You like that, huh?”

“I like,” I manage to stammer out, as again she takes me into that glorious mouth.

I allow her to play, to torture me for less time than I’d like before it becomes all too clear I’m not going to last. And I’m no longer a teenager. When I spill my load, I want it to be in her. As I get far too close to the point of no return, I gasp, “Enough.”

Chuckling again, that vibration alone damn near pushing me over the edge, she releases me, my dick reluctantly dropping outof those lush moist depths with a pop. I take a deep breath and a second to regain control, before my hands rest on her sides, guiding her onto her back.

Her face is full of expectation as our positions are reversed, and I’m determined not to disappoint her. If this is my chance to show her how pleasurable her life will be if she stays, I’m going to take every advantage and use everything in my repertoire.

Of course, I’ve gone down on women before, but her taste? Like no fucking other. Previously it might have just been tit for tat, but as soon as I get her flavour on my tongue, I know I could stay here forever. I try every trick I’ve ever learned, eliciting such sounds from her I know my ears will want to hear that music for ever.

Licking her clit gets her tensing, but in a good way. Her muscles clench, and her thighs squeeze my head, but it’s when I put two fingers inside her and find that special spot she starts to thrash. I continue my assault, winding her up, and then bringing her down before she reaches her climax. She huffs at the denial, but doesn’t beg me to stop, both of us knowing I’m just raising her higher and higher.

She doesn’t scream when she finally goes over, just a loud exhale of my name. My true fucking name.Charlie.

Well, now she’s getting no mercy. I bring her down then bring her up all over again. Her second orgasm is almost as strong as her first, her third a little weaker. Only when she starts to plead for mercy do I raise my head.

“I want you inside me,” she gasps.

There’s nothing I want better, but I tease her. “You want my cock?”

“God, yes.”

“Thisnicecock?” As I repeat the adjective she’d used, I fist myself, pressing into the root, hoping I’m going to be able to last long enough to satisfy her.

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