could kiss. He had a way of making
her feel as if she was his favorite meal and he could savor her forever.
“Do you have lube?” she asked when the kiss ended.
“Yes,” he groaned, but instead of moving he just kept
sprinkling kisses over her face and neck. His hands were moving over her as
well. One thumb plied a nipple while the other hand was already smoothing down
her tummy toward her pussy. She was wet and ready for it.
His mouth worked down her neck, nipping and sucking at her
skin. She hadn’t had a hickie in a long time but the thought of Jonas marking
her excited her. He licked over the tops of her breasts then moved to slide his
tongue under them. He shifted his mouth over each globe but never touched the
nipples, which she desperately wanted him to. They were stiff points of need
that he managed to keep avoiding.
“Jonas,” she moaned his name when she couldn’t wait any
longer.
“So impatient,” he chuckled but he took a nipple in his
mouth and sucked greedily on it. His other hand was finally down between her
legs and he used his thumb to rub small circles over her clit.
Hell yeah. She wrapped her hands in his hair and just
held him while he moved back and forth between her nipples. She pulled her
knees up, opening herself up to him and his fingers and he rewarded her by
sliding away from her clit and thrusting two fingers inside her.
She moaned long and low as the pleasure built inside her.
Jonas left her nipples and forged a path of sucks, nibbles and licks down to
where his fingers had her primed and ready to go. His lips took over the
clitoral play and in seconds he had her hovering on the brink of orgasm.
“Jonas,” she breathed his name as she undulated beneath his
fingers and tongue. “I’m going to come.”
“Mmmmhhhhhmmmmm,” he moaned around her clit and the
vibration sent her spiraling over.
He stayed with her, licking softly and placing delicate
kisses along her folds and inner thighs. But his fingers—his wicked
fingers—were taking her juices and using them to lubricate her anus. He rimmed
her, rubbed her, but didn’t press for entry. She wanted him to.
“Jonas,” she whispered his name and he glanced up, meeting
her eyes. “Get the lube.”
He grinned and rolled away to sit on the edge of the bed
before reaching out to open the bedside drawer again and pull out a tube of
lubricant. Then he ripped another condom from the roll on the tabletop and
turned back toward her.
She quickly moved to lie on her stomach across the bed, her
eyes on his bobbing cock. “Let me,” she said and held her hand out. He dropped
the condom in her hand and just stood there, waiting. She could see his stomach
muscles clenching with anticipation of what she might do.
She came up onto her hands and knees. Balancing with one
hand braced on the bed, she took his cock in her other and gave him a slow
stroke from the head to the base and back up again. Looking up at his eyes, she
dipped her head and rubbed her tongue over him.
He moaned, dropping the lube to the bed beside her. His
hands moved to her head, capturing her hair where it fell on either side of her
face and pulling it back, holding it there while he watched her. She kept her
eyes on his while she licked, stroked and placed soft sucks along his cock. Her
fingers and mouth worked together, tormenting him with the pleasure she was
giving.
She loved his cock. The shape. The way it filled both her cunt
and her mouth and soon, her ass. She wallowed in the taste of him, tapping and
rubbing against the slit in search of pre-cum. She bathed the taut globes of
his testicles, loving the texture and feel as she sucked lightly on the skin,
gently scraped her nails over them.
“Jacey,” he moaned her name and tugged softly on her hair.
“My mouth or my ass,” she told him, licking over the crown
of his cock again. “Your choice.”
He swallowed and she watched his Adam’s apple bob. “Your
ass,” he managed. “This time.”
She
her feel as if she was his favorite meal and he could savor her forever.
“Do you have lube?” she asked when the kiss ended.
“Yes,” he groaned, but instead of moving he just kept
sprinkling kisses over her face and neck. His hands were moving over her as
well. One thumb plied a nipple while the other hand was already smoothing down
her tummy toward her pussy. She was wet and ready for it.
His mouth worked down her neck, nipping and sucking at her
skin. She hadn’t had a hickie in a long time but the thought of Jonas marking
her excited her. He licked over the tops of her breasts then moved to slide his
tongue under them. He shifted his mouth over each globe but never touched the
nipples, which she desperately wanted him to. They were stiff points of need
that he managed to keep avoiding.
“Jonas,” she moaned his name when she couldn’t wait any
longer.
“So impatient,” he chuckled but he took a nipple in his
mouth and sucked greedily on it. His other hand was finally down between her
legs and he used his thumb to rub small circles over her clit.
Hell yeah. She wrapped her hands in his hair and just
held him while he moved back and forth between her nipples. She pulled her
knees up, opening herself up to him and his fingers and he rewarded her by
sliding away from her clit and thrusting two fingers inside her.
She moaned long and low as the pleasure built inside her.
Jonas left her nipples and forged a path of sucks, nibbles and licks down to
where his fingers had her primed and ready to go. His lips took over the
clitoral play and in seconds he had her hovering on the brink of orgasm.
“Jonas,” she breathed his name as she undulated beneath his
fingers and tongue. “I’m going to come.”
“Mmmmhhhhhmmmmm,” he moaned around her clit and the
vibration sent her spiraling over.
He stayed with her, licking softly and placing delicate
kisses along her folds and inner thighs. But his fingers—his wicked
fingers—were taking her juices and using them to lubricate her anus. He rimmed
her, rubbed her, but didn’t press for entry. She wanted him to.
“Jonas,” she whispered his name and he glanced up, meeting
her eyes. “Get the lube.”
He grinned and rolled away to sit on the edge of the bed
before reaching out to open the bedside drawer again and pull out a tube of
lubricant. Then he ripped another condom from the roll on the tabletop and
turned back toward her.
She quickly moved to lie on her stomach across the bed, her
eyes on his bobbing cock. “Let me,” she said and held her hand out. He dropped
the condom in her hand and just stood there, waiting. She could see his stomach
muscles clenching with anticipation of what she might do.
She came up onto her hands and knees. Balancing with one
hand braced on the bed, she took his cock in her other and gave him a slow
stroke from the head to the base and back up again. Looking up at his eyes, she
dipped her head and rubbed her tongue over him.
He moaned, dropping the lube to the bed beside her. His
hands moved to her head, capturing her hair where it fell on either side of her
face and pulling it back, holding it there while he watched her. She kept her
eyes on his while she licked, stroked and placed soft sucks along his cock. Her
fingers and mouth worked together, tormenting him with the pleasure she was
giving.
She loved his cock. The shape. The way it filled both her cunt
and her mouth and soon, her ass. She wallowed in the taste of him, tapping and
rubbing against the slit in search of pre-cum. She bathed the taut globes of
his testicles, loving the texture and feel as she sucked lightly on the skin,
gently scraped her nails over them.
“Jacey,” he moaned her name and tugged softly on her hair.
“My mouth or my ass,” she told him, licking over the crown
of his cock again. “Your choice.”
He swallowed and she watched his Adam’s apple bob. “Your
ass,” he managed. “This time.”
She