Page 43 of Just a Little Crush
“More,” she pleads. “Give me more.”
I thrust again, harder this time. Deeper. “That’s a good fucking girl.” I watch her eyes flutter and love the way my dick muffles those sweet, sweet moans.
I let her come up for air, but she’s insatiable and goes straight back down. Glancing past her head, I see her hips rolling in time with her bobbing her head. Her thighs rub together, desperately seeking some relief. I stroke my thumb across her pink cheek, “Do you want to touch yourself?”
With her mouth full, she can’t speak, but she nods and moves to push her hand into her shorts.
“Don’t you dare.” I bend to grab her arms. Gripping her wrists in one hand, I pull them up high above her head. My dick springs free and she gasps down huge gulps of air. “I want you aching for me. Wet and needy.”
“I am, I am, I am.”
With my other hand, I tug out her scrunchie and gather the loose hair in my fist, wrapping it like a rope.Fuck, this is everything I’ve ever wanted.I guide her mouth onto my cock again and pull her down hard. No matter how often I’ve imagined it I never thought I’d be here. Never thought I’d be lucky enough to be thrusting in and out of her hot, wet mouth while she moans and gags and writhes at my feet. I’ll never forget the way her cheeks hollow when I pull back out. White heat grows from the base of my spine when I see the trail of drool between my throbbing crown and her perfect tongue.Holy shit.I sink in again and watch it drip down her chin.
Fuck.This is too far, I didn’t think about how this would end and I’m almost past the point of no return. I thrust a couple more times, then pull her off and cup her jaw in my hand.
“Enough, baby.”
“No, no, no,” she cries. “Please don’t make me stop.”
“I can’t hold off much longer.”
“I don’t want you to.”
I’m so fucking turned on by her eagerness to please me. I’ve tried so hard, foryears, to keep my thoughts about Bec respectful. I try to imagine myself being gentle with her, but in those final seconds before my release it is always this image that flashes before my eyes.
Bec on her knees.
Bec with her tongue out.
Bec sucking me down deep.
Bec whimpering when I grab her hair and hold her in place. Her mouth at my mercy.
“Please, Rennie, please. I need it.”
I love her like this. Messy, beautiful, tears in her ears, breathless. I’m helpless when she pulls her hands free from my grip, and wraps her fingers around the root of me. She squeezes me with firm strokes, taking me for all I’m worth, which is nothing.
Nothing. She’s too good for me. Too pure for this, but I’m too far gone. She sucks harder still, her tongue swirls, and I see stars when her other hand reaches for my balls. She strokes and squeezes and sucks and in the end it’s her fingernails digging into my backside that push me over the edge. Pulling me closer, she swallows me deep, and the room spins. I fall forward, gripping the back of the sofa, and every muscle tightens when my balls explode. My loud groan fills the room and still she doesn’t let up, her lips stretched around me until she takes every last drop.
“Oh god, oh Bec, oh Jesus,” I pant. I can’t breathe, can’t see, can’t think straight. “I’m sorry, baby.”
She swallows hard and finally releases me. She kisses the tip of my dick, which jerks in gratitude and makes her laugh. Leaning back against the edge of the sofa cushions, she stares up at me, her chest heaving for breath. Then she smiles the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. She looks exhausted, and incredible, and fucking proud of herself.
“I’m so happy,” she says. “Thank you.”Thank you?This goddamn woman drains the life out of me and she’s thankingme?
I’m at a complete loss for words. I tug up my underwear and kick my trousers aside. Sliding my arms underneath hers, I scoop her up and carry her through to my room. I lay her gently back on the bed and duck into the bathroom for a glass of water. When I return she gulps it down, still catching her breath. I kneel on the floor next to her and run my fingers through her hair.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper. I untangle a few knots from where I’ve grabbed her. “Are you OK? Did I hurt you?”
“Stop apologising. I’m fine. Better than fine.”
I don’t believe her. I let my head fall to the covers. Bec rolls to her side and reaches out to thread her fingers through my hair.
“Rennie, talk to me. How are you feeling?”
“Ashamed.” I’m loath to admit it, but I am. Ashamed for treating her that way. Ashamed that it’s barely scratched the surface of things I want to do to her.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of. I wanted that. So much.”
