Page 15 of Stick Games
She widens her lips to accommodate my girth and the second her warm lips wrap around my crown, a hard quake nearly takes me to my knees. Her hands move to the back of my thighs and the sight of her rocking, my cock sliding in and out of her hot mouth, is enough to drive any sane man crazy.
Not that I currently consider myself sane. If I was, I never would have started anything with her. I move my hips, unable to stay still any longer, and my cock goes deeper into her mouth. Since I don’t want to do anything she’s uncomfortable with, or fucking choke her, I try to inch back, but she holds my legs, preventing me from pulling out.
“Jesus, Millie.”
She glances up at me, and the spark in her eyes, the fact that she’s enjoying what she’s doing, is the sweetest fucking thing. Her gaze drops and one hand cups my balls as she takes me impossibly deeper and as I watch my dick disappear between her lips, my cock thickens more, stretching out her mouth. But she simply moans in bliss, and everything about this, the way she wants to please me, creates a new, palpable kind of intimacy between us and I suddenly find it a lot harder to breathe.
Her gaze lifts again, and when it searches for mine, my heart nearly stops, because everything in her warm, curious gaze tells me she feels this connection every bit as much as I do, and that’s fucking scary, because what can we do with this? Where can we go from here?
But isn’t that what I’m supposed to be showing her? Isn’t that why she put this play into my hands? Honestly, how can I show her when I don’t have a fucking clue.
Maybe it’s time to get one, dude.
As she goes back to moaning and takes me deep into her throat, I can’t help but agree. It’s time for me to get a clue and show this woman what I want. We can deal with the consequences later. With that in mind, I cup her face, and inch back. Her lips pop as I remove my cock and she pouts up at me.
I pull her up, and take her breasts into my hands and answer her question before she can answer it. “I was seconds from losing it.”
She grins and bites her bottom lip. “Oh, sorry.”
“Oh, babe. You have nothing to be sorry about.” I tuck her hair behind her ears. “You are so amazing. I wasn’t going to last, and I’m not nearly done exploring.”
I press my lips to hers, and she softens beneath my kiss, moving her body against my cock. I devour her mouth for a minute, and then inch back again.
“I want to taste you.” I slide a hand between her legs. “Take these off, get on that bed, and spread your legs nice and wide for me.”
“Yes.”
Jesus, I love hearing her say that.
She grips her bikini bottoms and drags them down her hips, and I take that moment to kick off my shorts. Her tongue snakes out, like she’s still tasting me on her mouth, as I take my dick into my hand and squeeze, anything to keep me from shooting off too soon. I should probably do a few math equations to get myself under control, like I learned in my hormonal teenage years. Jesus, I haven’t been this turned on or out of control randy since I first learned how to use my dick.
Turning her back to me, she wiggles her sweet ass as she climbs on the bed and crawls to the middle.
“You do realize it’s not really your birthday unless you put your legs around my neck, right?”
She grins at me. “I suppose that’s true. Do you want me to stand up?”
“No, babe, that’s okay. I think I can figure something out from that position.” I slide onto the bed, on my stomach, and push my fingers under her buttocks. She gasps as I lift her. “Legs around my neck. Now.”
“Yes.”
She puts her legs around my neck, and I take a fast breath, just wanting to stare at her gorgeous pink sex. All swollen and achy, and spread wide open for me. I need to savor this moment and lock it away in my brain to call upon later, because if I can’t show her where I want this to go, if what happens in the Caribbean really stays in the Caribbean, I need to lock this image, this moment, away in my brain.
Her warm, aroused scent reaches my nostrils and I breathe her in. Her hand touches my hair and she lifts her hips, her hot little pussy bumping against my chin.
“You want my mouth on you?” I don’t know why I need to hear her say it, or why I love hearing yes on her lips so fucking much.
“Yes,” she murmurs, and I push her down, and hold her there as I stick my tongue out and lick her from bottom to top, and back again. Her sweet flavor explodes on my tongue and I curse under my breath as my cock throbs to get inside.
Soon buddy, soon.
My fingers might have been inside her earlier, but I didn’t get the pleasure of watching them glide in and out of her sweet cunt as she took them deep. Dammit, if I’m not about to rectify that. Moving my tongue to her clit, I lightly brush it, and when she swells against the soft blade, I can’t help but think it’s my birthday and not hers.
I reposition, wanting an up-close view of her hot pussy. I lightly pet her, and her chest rises and falls rapidly. “You want me to fuck you with my finger, babe?”
Yes.”
“Will you come all over my mouth if I do?”
