Page 64 of Who's Playing You
The head of his cock was as smooth as velvet, leaking deliciously creamy pre-cum all over and helping me to lubricate my stroking as well as his piercings. At first the piercings felt odd to me and had me hesitating, but after I stroked him once-twice-three times, I realized how they worked. I felt how smooth theywere and how they moved with our joined bodies and thrusts. I couldn’t help but desperately wonder what they’d do to my insides.
“Does it hurt?” I gasped out.
He moaned in response as he licked my breast again. “Nu-uh, honey. You’re doing it perfectly,” he reassured me and then he growled as I squeezed his head. “Mmm, yeah, just like that.” He then made his way up my chest, leaving in its wake kisses and licks, up my neck where he sucked on the very sensitive space where my neck and shoulder met.
I tilted my head to the side to give him better access.
When he reached my face, he kissed my jaw and placed a gentle kiss to my lips before pulling back and looking down at me. He then smiled as he looked down at our bodies to where our hands were busy pleasuring one another. “Look how perfect we are, Scottie,” he breathed out in a strained voice. He moaned again, his forehead finding mine, “So fucking perfect.”
He then danced his fingers on his right arm up my torso and down my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine as he took my arm hostage, moving it up above my head. “Keep it here,” he commanded me. His head flicked up to where our joined hands were, and as his fingers released mine I saw his mischievous grin.
“Do you trust me?” he asked as his hand began to dance down my arm. I quickly nodded. “Good. That’s good. Because I think we could use this little toy here,” he said as he presented me with his right hand in front of my face where he held an artist’s paint brush that had fat and cylindrical bristles. Recognizing the type of brush it was, I immediately realized it as one of the softest brushes available in this series of brushes.
I gave him a cheeky smile. “And whatever will we do with that?”
He brushed the bristles down very slowly from behind my ear, down my neck, bringing it up to my sternum and down the valley of my breasts before circling my oversensitive nipple with it. He made sure to have the bristles go over my tender nipple like a ghost’s kiss, barely there.
I arched my back in response. “I think next time we should get some edible paint, if there is even such a thing, because I’d happily paint your entire body and then lick every square inch of it clean,” he stated as he licked the column of my neck.
I yet again squeezed the head of his cock, which had him groaning out in pained pleasure as he leaned his forehead to my sternum so he could compose himself. “You’re my undoing, honey.” He whispered before placing a chaste kiss between my breasts.
“Can I paint this pussy?” he asked me as he bruisingly pushed his thumb down on my clit.
“Paint my pussy?” I stammered, not understanding his question.
“Yeah, honey. Paint it. Paint every part of it in my cum… unless you’re ready to take this further? I just thought…” he hesitated, his eyes finding mine. “I just don’t want to rush this. I want this to be perfect. I want us to take our time, exploring each other. Getting to know each other. Getting to know each other’s bodies as well as desires and pleasures. And I want our first time to be special.” He said it in such a vulnerable way.
“Even though I’m literally dying to be inside you right now - painfully so - I’d love to have it be a little more romantic than this,” he chuckled and I just found myself smiling at him in return.
“Painting me in your cum isn’t your idea of romantic?” I teased him.
He let out a full-body laugh at that, before letting out a loud groan because I stroked him from root to tip and squeezed histip as a final move, which I’d learned he really enjoyed. “Fuck, Scottie! You’re going to be the death of me. No doubt about it.”
He groaned again as my thumb stroked the tip, separating his small slit. “Oh fuck, that feels so good,” he moaned and bit down on the juncture of my neck and shoulder. “You keep that up and I won’t be able to hold back anymore and I’ll have to take you right here.”
I realized that I quite literally had this beautiful, sexy man at my mercy. I was quite obviously unraveling him because he was barely holding on by a thread right now. He was asking for my mercy by letting him cum on me, because his sincere words about how perfect he wanted our first time to be felt precious.
Not wanting to strip him of some preconceived plans, I said, “Paint my pussy in every shade of your cum, Nicholas.”
His head snapped up as he looked at me and the smile that graced his lips was like pure glee. “You are making my every fantasy come true, Scottie. Let me get this little cunt ready first, okay?”
“And how do you propose we do that?” I asked cheekily, playing along with our little game.
His hands found the waistband of my leggings and in one swift move he tugged them off. “She needs to come first, and hard,” he stated simply, as if it were obvious.
An “oh” whooshed out of me, but I didn’t have much time because my legs were thrown over his shoulders and his mouth was on my oversensitive and dripping lower lips. My hands and fingers found the top of his head and gripped his hair - not for control or to stop him, but to ground me.
Because I was floating.
This man had me in some other universe, floating in euphoria.
Another scream registered to my ears as my throat burned from letting it out.
He sucked my clit into his mouth with an odd combination of precision and hesitation, but by the third lick he applied such delicious suction that my eyes rolled into the back of my head. His index and middle fingers meanwhile separated my pussy lips and massaged them up and down, coating every square millimeter of my lower quadrant in my own juices. His coated fingers descended and circled my asshole, which had me squirming.
“Is all this cream for me, honey?” He mumbled against my pussy lips. “Don’t you dare be embarrassed about it either, I love the fact that you are actually creaming all over my face - it’s dripping from my chin.” He said it and then quite literally devoured me like a starved man yet again.
He grunted as he lapped at me again and again, his two fingers again circling the rim of my most private opening. They then slid back to my vagina lips before he slipped them inside of me, curling them. I gasped. My back arched of its own volition because I was so overstimulated by his mouth on me and his fingers rubbing my inner walls.
