Page 452 of S is for SEX

Oh, great, how appropriate.

He forced his fingers deeper. He moved them back and forth like scissors inside of me. I felt my wetness on my thighs. He pulled his face from me and looked up. God, he’s gorgeous.

Can a man be gorgeous?

His face moved to my hip bone. He opened his mouth and encompassed it with his lips and sucked, circling his tongue on the high point of the bone.

Oh fuck, no, please. Not that. No, I can’t…

His fingers pushed in and out. In and out. In and out. Focus Kelli.

MOFRO, Gal Youngin’

I love that song.

I think…

Oh God, I can’t…

“Erik, I can’t…I can’t…I’m going…I…” I tensed up, but it was too late.

I came. As the orgasm ran through my soul, his fingers forced in and out of me deeper and rhythmically. And. I came again. His fingers continued. I could hear his finger sliding in and out of my now soaking pussy. I lifted my foot and shook it. I closed my eyes. My eyes rolled back in my head. And. Again, I came. I curled my toes. I lifted my other foot.

And.

I.

Came.

“Erik, I’m serious, I’m going to collapse. I’m shaking, I can’t…” I bent my knees and waved my hands in front of his face.

“Can you touch your toes, you limber little bitch?” he asked as he pulled his face from my hip.

“Uhhmm, what?” his lips moved, but I had already forgotten what he said.

He stood up. He grasped his cock and started stroking it.

“Can you touch your toes?”

I focused on his hand.

“Kelli!” he screamed.

I looked up, “Yes?” I said with uncertainty in my voice.

“Can you touch your fucking toes?” he asked as I looked down at his hand. He stroked his cock forcefully.

“Oh. Yeah, why?” I responded, confused.

“You like watching me stroke my cock, baby girl?” he continued to stand on the kitchen floor, naked, stroking his cock.

His body was magnificent. His back, covered in a snake, and his chest covered in another. The color in is tattoo on his forearm moved as his muscles flexed, and they flexed as he stroked his cock.

“Yes. Yes, I do,” I responded, still watching him stroke his cock.

“Good, touch your toes, Kelli. Maybe I’ll let you watch me stroke it later, after I am done fucking you senseless,” he laughed as he climbed up on the counter.

“Oh fuck yeah. I like this, who is this?” he pointed to the iPod.

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