Page 75 of Barbed Wire Fences
She nods. “Yes.”
“Good, make a mess on my hands and come on my tongue the way you know I love.”
She arches her pelvis into me as I lower my face, swiping just the tip of my tongue across her clit. It’s slick and sweet, tasting like her. I pause, waiting for her to ask for more.
“More, so much more of that, Rhett.”
So, I do it again, scooping my fingers inside of her, playing with her pretty pussy as she tells me what she likes. I reach up and rip the stupid swimsuit top that she was wearing from her tits, revealing her nipples that are hard, her chest heaving with anticipation.
My beard scrapes against her thighs, her clit, her pussy that’s swollen now, full and aching for release. My tongue works faster, bringing her to the edge of her orgasm as she rocks into me, using me the way I want her to.
“Use me, baby, take what you want from me.”
“Rhett, yes,” she moans out and then I feel her coming, her walls shaking, hips gyrating into me as she cries out.
Her knees shut around my head, bracketing as if she needs to hold me in place, but she has no fucking clue. She doesn’t have to keep me anywhere. I want to be here. Between her legs, getting to hear the noises that she makes when she finally lets go. I think I’d like to live right here between her legs if she’d let me.
When her knees fall open her gaze snags on mine as she looks down at me. “Yes, hell yes, more of that, please.”
I laugh as I move my body upward until my cock is close to her chest. “You ready to finish me off?”
She nods eagerly and grips my cock, stroking me a few more times before coaxing my body upwards until I’m hovering right over her mouth.
Gripping the back of the headboard with one hand, the other wrapped around her throat, I lower myself into her lips.
She opens her mouth eagerly, her tongue dragging across me as I move back and forth inside her, feeding a little more of me each time until we get ourselves into a rhythm. She bobs her mouth all over my length, sucking in when I go down and relaxing on the way out.
My fingers squeeze around her throat when she tries to swallow and I almost lose it feeling my cock there, struggling to get deeper.
I check-in, pausing to be sure she can take me but she’s taking me so well eventually I let go, setting a rhythm that feels good for me, and I know she can take.
I can feel my orgasm climbing from the bottom of my spine and my balls are tightening so much that when her hands reach up gently to cup them it feels like I’m in a tunnel. All I see is black.
“I’m going to come, Jael,” I warn her.
“In my mouth,” she mumbles, a mouthful of my cock inside of her like a fucking dream.
It only takes one more thrust, a squeeze of her throat and I’m in there deep. My balls tighten and I unleash with a growl, holding myself in place while she swallows my release, licking me up like it’s her favorite thing in the world.
“Fuck,” I groan as I roll off to the side of her and try to catch my breath. Eventually, I can see and hear again which is when I face her, making sure she’s okay. “Was that alright?”
She licks her lips like she likes the taste of me just as much as I like to taste her. “It was perfect.”
I kiss her, wet and sloppily, not caring that we both haven’t brushed our teeth. When I pull away, I examine her throat gently with my fingertips, but she swats me away.
“I’m not fragile, Rhett.”
I nod my head, placing a gentle kiss on either side of her neck. “I know, baby, but I’m big and I wouldn’t like myself very much if I knew I hurt you.”
Her eyes soften as she looks at me before nodding. “You didn’t.”
“Okay,” I kiss her again, gentler this time. “I think I have a frozen pizza I can put in the oven. Let me go do that.”
She laughs and I roll out of bed before looking at her again. “We’re not done. We’ll eat, but I’m not finished taking care of you tonight.”
She props herself up on her elbows, an easy grin on her face that makes me want to beat my chest because I did that. I put that there and it’s the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen.
I head into the kitchen and preheat the oven before placing a frozen pizza on the stove and grabbing two water bottles from the fridge. When I return to the bedroom, I pause in the doorway to watch her, drinking in how peaceful she looks and committing the night to memory.
