“Come for me, brat. I want you dripping off my beard.”
From the moisture dripping down her pussy and to the bed, I would bet my beard is already drenched with her flavor.
Easy, Brody. Don’t fucking come right now.
She moans and writhes, and I decide to help push her along as I crook my fingers inside her, searching for that magical area that—immediately she cries and bucks up, clamping her thighs together as she rides waves of pleasure.
I slide my fingers from her, and I’m so ready to blow that it takes me a second to come to my feet. Almost sleepily, she rises to her knees and wraps her arms around my neck.
She’s so close, and I know that she can smell herself on me. With a smile, she presses her mouth to mine, opening it wider as our tongues lash against each other. I groan from the pressure in my pants, pressure that turns excruciating when she palms my erection, rubbing her hand up and down.
I hiss and take a step back. “Sorry, brat. That’s not going to happen. Not when you’re still buzzing from those drinks. When we do this, I need you to be dead sober, knowing the consequences of what we’re going to do.”
Damn. I did it. I as much as pledged that we’re going to do it at some point.
“Get some sleep,” I say brusquely and step back into the bathroom, shutting the door and leaning my head against it.
Then, as I think about everything we just did, I pull my dick out of my pants and fist it, stroking the length with the same ferocity as I’d licked her sweet pussy, and ropes of cum shoot against the white basin of the sink as I finally get the climax that I patiently waited for.
When I return to the room a few minutes later, there’s a calmness that was missing before, and I see by the gentle rising and falling of Callie’s chest as she snuggles into the bed with a smile on her lips that she’s asleep at last.
That makes one of us. I know I have a long night ahead of me, as just seeing that smile and knowing that I, in part, caused it, has me rock hard again.
I am in a serious world of trouble.