Page 23 of Hideaway Whirlwind
That’sallshe has to say since I immediately replace her middle finger with my firm tongue, shivers of pleasure wracking my body at her divine taste and the way she moans my name when I grip her ass and spread her wider, thrusting my tongue inside her pussy. Surely, this has to be real, right?
“Yes, that’s it,” Birdie moans, answering my unspoken question. Her hips writhe, and she pulls me closer with her hand on the back of my head.
“My name,” I beg, scooting closer on my knees so I can push deeper into her, bristling when my cock head bumps against the bed’s running board.
“Elliott,” she moans, granting me my wish and arching her back off the bed.
I whimper at hearing my name on her lips, accidentally knocking the bedframe again with my sensitive crown, wishing even more fervently to bury it inside her swollen heat.
I move up to give her clit the attention it deserves. “Birdie, Birdie, cum for me.”
“I…I…” She shoves her nightgown down the swell of her lower belly when it skates up with the jerk of her hips. “I’m almost there,” she says as if pleasantly surprised.
Pushing aside the pain of my bare cock battering the bedframe as I fuck the air, I open my mouth wide, sucking her clit, then thrust my tongue in and out of her pussy, drinking her down. Reaching around her upper thigh, I curl my fingers so I won’t accidentally touch her stomach and find her clit with my thumb, rolling it with the same rhythm. On and on, I fight the snap of her legs around my head, gloriously trapped by her thighs, so I can continue working her just right until she cums, gasping my name.
As soon as her legs give out, I surge up between them and grip my shaft, wet with my precum. Bending over her to yank one triangle toward the center, I take the nipple that had teased me into my mouth while lining my cock up with her center, pressing an inch inside.
“Stop!” she yells, pushing me away.
Fuck!
I lurch backward, finding her palm splayed across her lower abdomen.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask, horrified by my actions. She specifically told menot to crush her last night, which is nearly impossible not to do at my size.
“No, no, but you almost…” Birdie squeezes her eyes shut.
I’m much more careful when I bend back over her, sucking in my stomach so none of my weight will rest on her torso. I gently rub my thumb over the crease between her bunched brows until her eyes blink open. “I’m sorry. What do you want to do?”
She bites her bottom lip, considering leaving me for several heart-stopping moments, before she says, “Help me roll over.”
My heart restarts, and it’s easy enough for me to flip her over, holding her hips in the air until she gets her knees situated on the bed so that she isn’t lying flat on her stomach. Braced on one elbow on the mattress, she slips a hand between her thighs to spread her pussy lips for me again. “Now, Elliott. Now, now—”
She’s so wet that I bottom out on my first thrust, pushing her forward on the mattress. I yank her ass back to clap against my hips, the sensation so deliriously pleasurable that I have to pause for a moment, clenching every muscle to keep fromcumming immediately.
She has the same idea, clenching and releasing her pussy around me.
“Fuck, Mama, you’re going to make me cum too soon,” I say with a whine, my ears burning hot when I letMamaslip out again.
“Not yet,” she says instead of spurning me with disgust, rocking forward and back on both elbows now, fuckingmeinstead of the other way around. “So good, Elliott.”
“Please, please,” I beg, remaining still, my eyes glued to the recoil of her asscheeks every time our skin claps. “You’re a goddess, Birdie.” I shove the back of her night gown up to hold her waist, sliding my hands down to her hips and back up again, loving the shape of her.
She goes still when I kiss the middle of her back, moving her nightgown farther up to bare more skin. When I go too far, my left hand slipping around her waist because I want to hold her, she grabs my hand and yanks it up to her heavy breast.
I moan gutturally, my dick swelling larger with her plump tit spilling out of my palm. Feral with my desire to claim this woman for myself, wanting her stuffed full of my cum for the second night in a row, I grind hard against her while moving my right hand up to cup her other breast. Using my leverage, I lift her upper half so that her back rests against my chest when I start rolling my hips.
“Elliott!”
“Tell me I can cum, Birdie.”
“Not yet,” she says, tipping her head back on my shoulder, raising herself up and down on her knees.
“Please, Mama, I need to.”
“No.” She reaches up and behind her to grip the back of myneck when I drop my face in the crook of her shoulder, continuing to work herself on my dick while I try my damnedest to follow her orders.
Knowing I’ll break before she lets me if I don’t get her off soon, I drop my hand between her thighs and find her clit again. The clap of our skin echoes off the paneled walls as I fuck into her, intently focused on making her cum as soon as possible. With the simultaneous pinch and roll of her large, hard nipple between my thumb and index finger, Birdie finally shatters around me.
