Page 18 of Just Screwing Around

Charlotte

There had to be a hormone or pheromone I could blame for why running my tongue over Nick’s salty, post work day skin turned me on. It was working for him too as he all but purred when I sucked him into my mouth.

Giving head wasn’t normally my favorite thing to do in the bedroom. I’d never figured out how to deep throat without gagging and I was never sure how much to include the balls. Fondle a little? Tug on them? Suck ‘em right into my mouth? It wasn’t something I could Google and how do you bring that up with a guy? Mouth on sac, is that a yay or a nah?

Awkward question.

Watching every muscle in Nick’s body, from his overworked shoulders, to the treasure trail under his belly button, contract while I worked him over was sexy as hell. His thighs tensed under my hands. He was trying to keep himself from thrusting into my mouth, but every few seconds his hips got away from him and they lifted up off the bed. It was fascinating to watch the normally exhausted and stressed man be under tension for an entirely different reason. I didn’t want this to end with cum in my mouth, so I pulled away.

He whimpered as his dick fell from my mouth and landed on his heaving stomach. I stood and stripped. There was too much fabric between us and my panties were soaked. Still, I was zero percent self-conscious - okay, maybe five percent self-conscious - as I wiggled out of my black leggings and sent my lace panties flying. I knelt on the bed and crawled up his body. The cool fabric of the comforter did nothing to cool my overheated skin. His hands landed on my hips and came around to grip my ass. The man had a thing for my ass and I was not about to discourage it.

“So, what fantasy do you want to live out now that you’ve tried to suck my brain out through my cock.”

I blew on my nails and pretended to buff them on my shoulder. “Glad you liked my oral skills. Next, I think I’d like to ride you.”

His mouth ticked up. “As much as I’d love that, I need a second to calm down so this isn’t one thrust, and it’s over.”

I laughed. “So, shall we play naked charades until my bad acting skills deflate your dick or what?”

He pushed himself up to sitting. “I have a better idea.”

“Scrabble?”

“Respectfully, Charlotte, I’d like you to sit on my face.”

I cackled, but there was an underlying layer of nerves. “Nick, I am five foot ten and curvy. I’ve never sat on a face in my life.”

He laid back down and crocked his finger at me. “Then I better get this right. Bring that sexy ass up here.”

With anyone else I would have hesitated even more. But this was Nick. He’d proven himself to be a big fan of my curves. Not to mention the fact that he was a big strong guy who was looking at me like I was a piece of cake.

Sold.

I hopped up on the bed and did a weird little knee shuffle until I was straddling his head. It was a good thing I was comfortable with him. Even I wasn’t as up close and personal with my vagina as he was right now. Before I had a chance to second guess the situation, he flicked his tongue out and over my center and I made a strangled sound. The second stroke felt even better as my skin became sensitive and tingly under his attention.

I put my hands on his headboard and I gripped the wood to keep myself upright. Something about how wide my legs were spread to accommodate his frame had his tongue landing deep within my folds on every stroke.

Holy shit, the sensation was fire.

He skillfully alternated between licking and sucking.

Hard and soft.

Fast and slow.

My brain couldn’t keep up with each movement but my body was responding. My mouth fell open and I couldn’t have closed it if I tried. Heat was building my core faster than it ever had.

He anchored me in place with one hand firmly gripping my thigh, while the other slid over the curve of my stomach to fondle my nipple. The muscles of my thighs started to work as I moved myself over his eager tongue. Angling my hips to feel his strokes where I wanted them most, then backing off so it wasn’t over too soon.

I moaned shamelessly, loving the fire in his eyes before I slammed mine shut. Electricity poured through me and my lower body contracted, desperate to be filled but finding nothing to hold onto. I shuddered over him as a burst of electricity shot through my limbs making me see stars. He kept his tongue moving, dragging my finish out. “Need you to fuck me,” I murmured, as the sensation went on and on.

He grabbed my hips and lifted me until I was straddling his waist.

I pushed myself up on my knees and grabbed him by the base, before easing down onto him until he was filling me. The hair on his legs tickled as I gripped his thighs with mine. Then I started to move.

“So fucking good,” he said, his eyes closed as his hands lazily caressed my skin. I was still drunk on the high of my orgasm, chasing more sensation as I moved up then slid back down. I tilted my hips back and forth, feeling him from every angle. He pulled me down to kiss him. This new angle had my already sensitive clit rubbing against his happy trail. I let out a little moan and he thrust up, meeting my body with his.

Skin slapped against skin as I lost myself in the feel of him filling me just the right way. I gripped his shoulders for balance, his skin tacky with sweat.

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