Page 65 of Steamy on Set

“I just wanted to feel it.”

“Is that all?”

I shake my head, admitting my truth. No, this is just the start. As I slide my hand up the length of him, I discover half of his penis is outside the band of his underpants, having already been adjusted. Sliding the boxers down more, I free it fully. It hits my belly before I grab it in both hands, stroking it back towards him.

“Farrah,” he says in an uneven breath, grabbing at my hands with his.

“No. It’s my turn.”

Pulling the blanket back, I look down to see what I’m working with. Erect and thick, it pulses in my hand. Veins run up the underside of it, and the tip thickly hangs over the shaft. It’s big enough to stretch a girl. My mouth salivates as I look down at it, preparing my throat for what comes next.

With one last glance into his eyes, I slide down his body as he moves on to his back. I just stare at it. Taking in the impressive look of it standing tall in the morning light. Darker than the rest of his body, it is smooth and clear of any hair. I have never wanted to put something in my mouth more. My tongue flicks out and circles the edge of his head, teasing the most sensitive part.

He hisses, and I do it again, lapping just along the bottom of the shelf. My mouth is positioned right above it, hot air breathing down, letting him know how close he is to being taken in. I do that a few more times, getting it nice and wet before I pull back and blow on it. He bucks as the cool air circles the warm wetness my mouth produced.

When it seems like he can’t take any more, I lean forward and place a kiss to the base. With a flick of my tongue, I lick from thatpoint back up until I place another kiss at the tip. When he feels my mouth, he moves up trying to get inside.

“Farrah.” Frustration is clear in his voice.

With one hand languidly stroking up and down him, I move in between his legs, spreading them so I can get into position. His hips thrust up again as I delay taking him in my mouth. I take my time, letting the want build as I slowly move my hand.

“Yes?” I ask innocently, still just easing it over the length.

“Put it in your fucking mouth.” The pure desire in his voice is completely unfiltered. The command sinks between my thighs, soaking me a little.

“As you wish.”

I lower my mouth onto his dick, taking in only the tip. My cheeks cave in as I suck my whole mouth around the start of him. Moaning, he puts a hand on my head, urging it further down. I remove my hands from around his shaft. Putting my right one on his, I give him the go ahead to fuck my face, before bracing them both on either side of him. He takes a fist full of my hair into his hands and begins to push. I sink down inch by inch until I can feel it easing into my throat. Having been born with the gift of no gag reflex, it goes down with ease until my lips touch the base.

I swallow, adjusting my throat to the full feel of him. Giving me a minute, he holds me there while I take in a few breaths through my nose. I look up at him, and nod once. Pulling me back up, he instantly slams me back down, his hips rising up to meet the push. His hands move to either side of my face as he begins to pump in and out.

Even though he has all the control, I feel more empowered every time he thrusts in. I know I’m bringing him to the edge with my mouth alone, and that I have taken in his impressive length. I moan with satisfaction, vibrating my mouth around it.

“Fuck,” he cries out as he slows his speed, easing in and out with more gentleness.

My nose presses into his skin every time he pushes all the way in.

Bringing my hand to his balls, I pull and massage them as he continues his movement. He’s trying to make this last, taking his time exploring my mouth. I suck in, closing my lips and cheeks around him. When he pulls back out, I let my teeth graze a little bit.

“Damn, that feels good.” He picks up the pace once again. When it seems like he is close to coming, he pulls out entirely, lifting my face away from it.

“What?” I ask after a big breath.

“I’m not finishing until I get inside of you.”

He pulls me up for a kiss. We roll until he is on top of me, pressing only a portion of his weight down. He pushes hungrily against my mouth as I slide my tongue in, easing against his. A match ensues, where we battle for control, meeting each other kiss for kiss and lick for lick. With how good it feels, we both win, evenly giving each other pleasure.

He pulls back to continue the kiss down my neck and chest.

When he gets to a nipple, he sucks it into his mouth, rolling it with his teeth and tongue. I can’t help the moan that escapes at the sensitive feeling. He alternates between my breasts, his hand massaging which-ever one his mouth is not on. The feeling of him working them over has me wiggling under him in desperation. My legs graze his hard on, making him lean into me more. Needing to finally feel him fill me, I pull him up and hold his face in my hands.

“Fuck me.” I drive the command home with the fierce look in my eyes.

A roguish smile peels across his face. Leaning towards the nightstand, he grabs a condom from the drawer before sitting upon his knees. I watch as he slides the latex on, as his dick pulses. Staring me down, he moves his hand to work it.

“How do you want me to fuck you?” he asks.

I imagine us in every position. Him railing into me as I lay to the side. Me looking into his eyes as he comes in missionary. I think about how it will feel to be on top. All pale in comparison to the idea of what it will be like to have him hit my g-spot from behind. I roll over, lifting my ass into the air as I get up on my hands and knees.

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