Page 72 of Just for Fun
My mind goes to the bloody stain she left behind on my comforter at home. It was kind of gross as it was smeared around. I’m pretty sure she would’ve freaked out had she seen it, which is why I don’t want to tell her now either.
“This is really nice,” I point to the bed. She gives me a happy smile, grateful that I am appreciating her taste. “I don’t want us to mess it up with our juices.”
She blushes to the roots of her hair, making me laugh.
“There will be a lot of juices, baby,” I tease. “And you’re going to be so happy for it.”
Before we do anything more, I jump off the bed again. Reaching for my jeans, I pull out a condom from the back pocket. Not like I came prepared for this exact thing, but it’s a habit that’s been ingrained in my head for many years, and it’s hard to break it. That’s why I never leave the house without at least one.
I get back on the bed and put the condom next to the pillow Zara has her head on. She watches my every move, her eyes widening slightly when she notices the rubber by her head.
“Where were we?”
I smile at her while lowering myself until we are close enough to kiss. She opens up for me without hesitation and from this moment on, it is game over.
The passion in our kiss is unmistakable. By now, she’s caught on that I love it when she gets more aggressive with her tongue. She nips at my lips before opening her mouth and inviting me in. She sucks on my tongue in much of the same way that she was sucking on my cock earlier. While that’s still work in progress, the passion with which she does it gives me everything that I need.
I want to kiss her entire body just like that, but when I try to bring my head up, her fingers clutch at my head. Supporting myself on one forearm and then the other, I massage her breasts, dying to suck on her little pink nipples.
She whimpers into my mouth in the sweetest way every time I squeeze a little harder, but she never stops me. Instead, she arches her chest, signaling that she wants more.
The more we kiss, the more restless she gets. Her legs opened wider and her hips come off the bed. She wants more, she just doesn’t know how to ask for it.
Releasing her breasts, I bring my hand down, touching the skin of her belly, then lower yet, until I feel the hair at the apex of her mound.
I do have to say that I have never been with anyone who doesn’t do anything with their pubic hair, a little bit of a trim at a minimum. Zara doesn’t seem to care about things like that, and I surprise myself when I realize that I don’t care about it either. If she’s happy with it, then so am I. It did take a bit of getting usedto it when I licked her pussy the last time, but I’m sure that in time, I won’t even notice it anymore.
Sliding a finger inside of her, I test the waters, no pun intended. She is very wet, but I still watch her face for any sign of distress. After all, she literally had an open wound inside of her. I have no idea how long that’s supposed to take to heal.
Zara finally puts a stop to our kiss, her mouth slightly open as she stares back at me.
“Is this okay?” I ask, surprised by how my voice cracks toward the end.
She nods. “Y-yes.”
I slide a second finger in, pumping it gently in and out, careful so that I don’t do too much too soon.
“It f-feels really good,” she stammers.
Feeling more confident now, I add a third finger, grinning when I see her eyes rolling to the back of her head. No need to ask if this is okay.
I continue pumping in and out of her, each time a bit more forceful. My cock is so hard by now, I don’t know how long I will be able to last once I make it inside of her.
“You’re doing so good,” I praise her. “Squeeze my fingers harder.”
I don’t expect her to actually do it, so when she does, all I can picture is how she’s going to squeeze me just like that in less than a minute.
A plan hatches in my head, and I need to get it in motion before it’s too late for us both. I twist my fingers inside of her until the palm of my hand faces up. Rubbing my knuckles against her opening, the tips curl into a come-hitter move. I can now feel the front wall as I frantically search for the little nub in there that will help her detonate.
“Kyle!” She is breathing heavy, her breasts raising and falling in rhythm with her labored breaths.
“Yes, baby, just like that,” I praise her. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
I reach down with my free hand, wrapping it around my cock and squeezing it tight. I move my hand up and down at the same pace as my fingers push in and out of her.
“Something is happening…”
My middle finger finally finds the magic spot it was looking for. Skimming the tip over it, her hips come up higher every time I do it. I let go of my cock and lean over her. Our mouths find each other with very little effort, and I suck on her tongue until I fear that I might hurt her.
