Page 42 of Rectify

If there was a person I could kiss forever, it would be him. Every stroke of his tongue and taste of his lips sends me into oblivion. A place where everything else slips to the wayside and the only important thing is touching, feeling, needing and wanting.

His mouth and hands trail down every part of my body.

Licking. Scraping. Biting. Squeezing.

He’s trying to be everywhere at once, and every nerve ending on my body is tingling underneath the surface of my skin. When he gets to the top of my leggings, I stretch myself out like a cat, pretty much purring in anticipation.

He drags the material down my legs, taking my panties with them. Any chances of me being shy or feeling awkward disappeared the second half my clothes left my body in the doorway.

He sits back on his knees, his eyes landing and stopping on the most intimate part of me. The restraint is written all over his face, but his eyes… they give way to the hungry, vicious boy I once knew.

“If someone asked me what one of the best views in the world was, I’d tell them it was this.” Leaning forward, he grips my knees and pushes my legs further apart. He peppers kisses up my thigh, murmuring to himself as he gets closer to my pussy. My insides tighten as his tongue finally reaches my wet slit.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans as his tongue draws delicious patterns around my clit, luring me to the edge with the promise of release. Each swipe is more intense than the one before, the switch between licking and sucking effortlessly teasing me.

“I want you all over my tongue.” I grip his hair and whimper as he brazenly begins to fuck me with his tongue. I feel his thumb press on my clit, rubbing and pinching it. “I want to taste nothing but you.”

The want in his words is matched by his actions, and they both ignite the flame within.

I need to let go. I need to let myself fall.

My body begins to erupt in a sea of tremors as Jay works me over with undeniable skill.

His mouth and tongue run over every inch of me, as my body finally gives in to the orgasm. Unintelligible moans leave my mouth as everything becomes an abundance of too much and not enough.

I clamp my legs shut around his head trying to regulate my quivering limbs and my pulsating centre.

Breathless, I try to steady the overwhelming state of my body, as his head pops up from between my legs.

“Want to taste yourself?” he asks. His hair points every which way, courtesy of my hands, while his devilish smile is painted in my pleasure.

I nod.

His mouth is on mine in no time, and the taste of me on him kickstarts a new round of throbbing in my clit. My hands roam down his chest, stomach and tug at his waistband.

My hand slips into his pants and I grip his hard length. He shudders with an accompanying growl. Our kiss turns hurried, almost frantic.

With no reprieve, his dick feels like it’s about to burst, jolting in my hands at the contact. I roll my thumb over the slippery head of his cock.

He breaks the kiss. “Mouth or pussy?”

The repressed worry from earlier about not getting the chance to do this with him again, encourages my answer. “Both.”

With one hand, he loosens my grip on him, and the other digs into his pocket, pulling out a wallet. Picking out a foil packet from inside, he flicks it on the bed beside me and shucks off his pants.

I’m finally privy to a view women all around the world would die for. My body hums in appreciation as he strokes himself with such rhythmic restraint. Torn between wanting and watching; I leave him waiting a few seconds too long. Unexpectedly he grips my ankles and drags me down the bed. I shriek and giggle in surprise.

“How long are you going to make me wait, woman?”

Sitting up, I replace his hand with mine, shifting the mood. I lick my lips and give him a teasing wink before sweeping over the head of his dick with my hand. Slick with precum, I pump him, up and down, until a pained “fuck” leaves his mouth.

Lowering my head, I lick the underside before swirling my tongue around the head. He gathers my hair together, holding it in a makeshift ponytail so he can watch me, as he sinks himself into my mouth.

My head bobs up and down while my mouth works on licking and sucking. I take him deeper until the ridges of his cock are grazing my tongue, repeatedly. As he guides my head, I take his cues and let him hit the back of my throat. With every thrust, our desire heightens.

Desperate for more, I cup his balls and roll them in my hand, increasing the sensation. I want his release, more than I could ever want for my own.

The pace is brutal. He pushes me farther, while I suck it all back. Relentlessly he fucks my mouth and I gladly take it.

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