Page 22 of The Facilitator: Part 3
I placed my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her face to mine while she pleasured me. I kissed her gently at first, harder as my desire grew. She bit my lip and then ran her tongue over the swell. My stomach flipped.
I highly doubted she ever knew what she did to me. How she’d have my heart racing, my stomach achingwith a need to fuck her, my balls tightening, painfully so. She’d never understand my need and want for her bordered on aggression and I struggled to contain that sometimes. I was both ecstatic and angry when I fucked her, frustrated that I was never deep enough, fast enough, or hard enough.
She lowered to a crouch and took my cock in her mouth. She looked up at me all the while she sucked and licked. I groaned with pleasure as her hot mouth moved up and down my length. She flattened her tongue underneath, forcing my cock to the roof of her mouth. It was like fucking her pussy. She was tight and her teeth gently scraped against my skin, reminding me to be careful but not wanting to be. I wanted to feel that pain as she clamped down tighter. I wrapped my hands in her hair and closed my eyes. I let my head fall back on my shoulders and I took every inch of her mouth.
When I knew I was going to come, and I knew it was probably more than she could swallow, I pulled her head back. I held my cock and I pumped my cum all over her neck and chest. She raised her hands and rubbed it in her skin, and then she lifted one hand, placing her fingers on her lips. I could have come again at the sight of her sucking my cum from her skin.
“Jesus, Lauren,” I whispered, sliding my hand up and down my cock still, milking every little drop.
She rose and kissed me. I tasted myself on hertongue, salty and tangy. When our kissed slowed we broke apart. She smiled and then began to laugh.
“Oh my God, Mackenzie,” she said, turning to look at herself in the mirror.
“I think you look hotter than I’ve ever fucking seen you before,” I growled. I stepped behind her and I smeared my cum over her body more. “Boy, this turns me on,” I said, my cock still hard.
The fact I could maintain an erection, regardless how many times I came, was a by-product of my vehicle crash, and the only fucking thing I was grateful for.
“Shower,” I whispered. She chuckled as she stepped out of her shoes and immediately lost the height. I kissed the top of her head.
We stepped in the shower together and I washed her. She did the same to me. Wrapped in robes we walked into the sitting room. I reached for the champagne and opened it. I poured us both a glass and handed her one.
“Happy meeting day anniversary,” I said, clinking my glass against hers. I took her hand and led her outside.
“Oh, wow, this is amazing,” she said.
We walked to the edge and looked over the wall, London was spread below us, still busy. Once she had settled on the daybed, I returned to grab the bottle.
“I’m going to drink this from your skin,” I whispered, as I settled beside her.
“What if someone can see us?” she whispered back, looking around.
It was doubtful considering we were higher than our neighboring buildings but that wasn’t part of the fantasy.
“So what?” I replied.
I undid the belt of her robe and pushed it open, her skin goosebumped as the night air cooled it. I took my glass and gently poured dribbles of the cold liquid over her throat, it pooled in the hollow. I lowered my head and sucked her skin. I dripped the drink over her nipples, down her stomach until it collected in her navel, and then over her pussy. Straddling her, I licked and sucked, following the route of the champagne until I found my heaven.
I buried my face in her pussy, feasting on her as if I’d never before.
She cried out, she tried to push my head away but I was relentless. I licked, sucked, and stroked. I teased her clitoris until she was gasping, and I forced my tongue and fingers in at the same time as far as I could. Finally, she came again and it was shuddering. Her body arched off the bed, she gripped the sides so hard her knuckles were white. Veins stood out on the sides of her neck and she gritted her teeth. She heldherself like that for a little while and when she slumped back down, she kept her eyes closed. I chuckled. Sometimes, her orgasms overwhelmed her to the point of exhaustion. I lay beside her and pulled her to my body, wrapping my arms around her. She was still for about a half hour while she recovered. She cried a little, releasing the last of her tension through her tears, and I held her tight whispering I loved her over and over.
“Do you think someone saw you do that?” she said in a hoarse voice some time later.
“I doubt it, but I imagine they sure heard you,” I replied, chuckling.
She gently laughed. “Thank you so much,” she said, and I heard her sniff.
“Hey,” I replied, looking down and placing my fingers under her chin to force her head up. “Hey, baby, don’t cry,” I whispered.
“As inappropriately timed as it is, I just remembered that I promised to bring Seb to London one day,” she said.
I tightened my hold on her. There wasn’t much I could say to comfort her, other than let her know I was there physically.
“Do you think I could have some champagne?” she asked, and then laughed.
I released her and she sat, tightening her robearound her. I topped up her glass and handed it to her. We sat and drank, listening to the sounds of London.
“You know, I think I’d rather the sounds of the beach than the traffic,” I said.
