He presses me up against him, and I roll my head back on his chest. He’s a full head above me in the mirror.
“I’m a weak man.” He breathes heavily against me, his jaw slack in the mirror as he watches. “I can’t be around you and keep my distance.”
“Watch in the mirror, sweetheart.” He grinds out. “Every time you play with yourself, I want you to imagine it’s this moment. That it’s me getting you off.” We watch his hands as he strokes faster and deeper.
He pulses his fingers against my clit, and I feel heat and chills simultaneously up and down my body.
I rock my head back against his chest, moaning as pleasure ripples through my core. My hands tighten around the arm holding me against him.
“Good girl.” His eyes blaze with determination.
My legs feel like they are going to collapse. He holds me upright with one arm as he continues to relentlessly stimulate my clit with his fingers.
“Ah,” I scream. “Please, Danny”
The orgasm crashes over me as my legs give in, and he catches my weight with his other arm. I cry out so loudly there’s an echo around the bathroom.
Giving me no time to recover, he flips me around to face him, hitching me up in his arms so that my breasts are in his face.
I shriek as he pulls one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. Then he carries me out of the bathroom, back into the bedroom, and throws me down on the bed.
I bounce then the mattress moulds around me. I could sleep on this baby for a week.
He advances on top of me, taking each breast in turn, sucking hard and aggressively.
I grab handfuls of his hair and pull as he pinches my nipple in his teeth. A mix of pain and pleasure.
My sex aches to be touched.
I wrap my legs around his still fully clothed body and moan. His hard-on grinds aggressively in the pulsing apex between my thighs, his face fighting impatience.
I grab the bottom of his t-shirt and tug. I need more. I need him.
He releases his nipples from my mouth and sits up, letting me peel it off him.
His broad chest is how I imagined, better if that’s possible. How does he maintain these muscles? His chest is sprinkled with dark hair and faded scaring across his chest. On his upper arm, there a black and white mythical Norse tattoo, and the inside of the opposite forearm has a tribal design tattoo with writing. I stroke his chest, making a mental note to ask him about them later.
“These need to come off too.” I pant, grinding my bare pussy against his covered legs. I fumble with his jean buttons, and he moves to help me, unfastening them at speed.
He pulls the jeans off along with his boxers, and his massive hard cock springs free. It stands up hard and thick, just inches from my belly.
I’ll never be able to take him.
“Scared?” he grins, watching my shock.
I gawk at it. “That thing will never fit.”
He chuckles, bending down to put his lips on mine. “Don’t worry, we’ll start gently.”
His head travels downwards, and he pushes open my thighs as far as they will go leaving me exposed and vulnerable.
“Wait, Danny.” I stammer, trying to close my legs around his head. “I’ve never let a man do that before.”
Jerking him off in the toilets was an anomaly. I’m actually a closet prude.
He looks up in surprise. “You’ve never had a man’s mouth down here before?”
I shake my head, embarrassed at my lack of sexual experience. “You’re probably used to women swinging upside down from the chandelier.”
His mouth twitches. “Why not, sweetheart?”
“I’ve always been worried they wouldn’t like it,” I explain, blushing. “Like the taste of me, I mean…” my voice trails off.
His jaw slackens. “You cannot be fucking serious?”
“I’ve been fantasizing about tasting you all night.” he groans, his voice dripping with arousal. “Every time I see you, I imagine what it’s like to go down on you.” Holy fucking shit.
The way this man talks to me. Boyfriends never talk this dirty, this openly. I feel like a goddess. He moves upwards and cups my face in his hands. “Do you have any idea how much I want you?” I stutter, and an incoherent whimper comes out. My mouth isn’t connected to my brain.
“Do you trust me, baby? His voice softens.
I nod, and he gently prizes my legs open. His lips press back against mine as he kisses me like he’s starved. It’s a wet, messy and urgent kiss, two people not holding back, devouring each other.
I close my eyes and grab handfuls of his hair.
His fingers travel downwards and stroke my wet opening. He slides two fingers deep inside me and pulses gently. I grind against him to push the fingers deeper as my arousal starts to build.
He slips them out of me and pushes them into his mouth, sucking them slowly.
“Best course of the day.” He grins darkly as his head sinks down into my thighs. He lifts my leg over his shoulder, and I feel him gently widen my lips with his fingers.
I inhale sharply as his tongue dives deep into my opening with no warning. I resist the urge to close my legs as he eats me, licking and sucking relentlessly around my clit.
My pussy clenches around his tongue as it enters again and again, and I don’t know if I will survive this.
I arch my back and let out a scream, pulling on his hair hard.
So this is why he lives in a secluded area.
As he sucks hard on my engorged bud with the skill of a man who has done it many times before, another earth-shattering orgasm bubbles up inside me as I spasm around his tongue.
The sound of my wetness slapping on his tongue fills the air, and he grunts in appreciation. “So good,” he growls into me. “Come for me, Charlie.” I’ve lost all shyness, all inhibitions.
All that matters is that he keeps sucking down there. Consumed with unprecedented desire, I clench his head in a vice as his sucking intensifies.
I can’t hold it anymore.
I gasp for air as my body takes over, and my arousal shoots through my swollen flesh, my legs shaking as I release.