I could tell he was appreciating it as well, memorizing every scar and curve as he left a trail of kisses down my body. I needed him badly, and I didn’t want to wait. I pushed his shoulders down, giving him the unmistakable signal of what I needed. I had an itch that only he could take care of. He was making his way down my belly button towards the target when he suddenly jumped over it and started kissing my inner thigh. “HEY!” He looked up. “Don’t tease me, baby. Just make love to me.”
He smiled and moved his head back up as he laid down on his stomach between my legs. He slid his hands under me, the spread fingers cupping my ass as he lifted me towards his tongue. I squealed as it made contact; my fingers tried to pull him in but he was strong enough to stay back. The tip started at the bottom, barely bisecting the swollen folds, before traveling up between them. He circled my swollen bud, then started again, a little deeper this time. He repeated the delightful cycle, sometimes throwing in a curve ball to keep my attention. Maybe he would blow on my sopping lips, or suck something between his lips while his tongue flicked back and forth over it.
He was a master cunnilinguist, and I was his instrument. He played me until I screamed his song, and then he’d start the next selection. Some men looked at cunnilingus as a chore, a necessary step to get what they wanted, but to Craig it was like a buffet dinner. He just dove in and took me from salad to dessert, enjoying every second of the way, even if it took hours to eat his meal.
He honestly loved doing this to me. My head fell back as the sensation overwhelmed me again, and I thanked Luna for a mate such as him.
I lost track of time, I lost track of the number of times I came. My whole consciousness was focused on what he was doing to me, doing FOR me. When I didn’t think I could come again, when my body ached from the pleasure, he found a new way to send me there again. His fingers, shifting his tongue, rimming my star, he did it all. “Please… Craig… I need you in me.”
He looked up, he was VERY pleased with himself and for good reason. He crawled over me, his face shiny with my juices and the bed below soaked. Neither of us cared, we just wanted more. I felt his tip probing and tilted my hips, letting him slide in as we both moaned into each other’s mouths. I was sore, but he was gentle this time; he held his weight off me so we were only connected by the junction of our bodies. In, slowly feeling fuller with each delightful inch, then slowly back out as my channel begged for it to come back. We rocked to the rhythm of our breathing until he was shooting deep into me again, and his bite sent me over the edge again.
I didn’t let him get up, I didn’t even let him slide out. I just told him to roll over and laid my head on his shoulder, falling asleep as he twitched inside me.
I woke to the sun streaming through the windows; at some point in the night, I had rolled off him and was now on my side, my leg thrown over his. I had to pee, so I got up as quietly as I could and went to the bathroom. I was a sticky mess, so I opened the shower and started to clean myself.
The door opened, and I heard Craig come in and use the toilet. The steam had fogged up the shower door, so I jumped a little when he came in with me. “I thought you might need help getting clean,” he said.
“If you help, I’ll just end up dirty again,” I said.
“Yes, but then I can clean you again. Everyone’s a winner!” He took my washcloth from me and soaped it up, then proceeded to clean me tenderly from head to toe. When he was satisfied, he rinsed me off and I took his washcloth.
“My turn,” I said. I cleaned the blood and sweat off his broad shoulders, he wasn’t the only one who had matured during my time away. He was bigger and stronger, his body more defined. He was much more intimidating than before I was captured. I worked my way down to his legs, saving the best for last. By the time I was done and pushed him into the spray to rinse, the South had risen again.
I was still on my knees, and I didn’t wait for an invitation. While he was rinsing his face, I grabbed him and pulled him into my mouth. “Oh wow,” he said as my lips engulfed his tip. I swirled around it, bobbing slightly, before taking a deep breath and pulling him into my throat. “OHHHHHH!” I smiled around his girth, my mouth and throat stretched as I tried to get to his base. I was a few inches short, and when I had to breathe again I pulled off him, my saliva stretching as he popped out.
“Almost,” I said as I licked the tip before taking him in my mouth and pulling him deep inside again. I could feel his knees shaking as my hands grabbed his thighs. It didn’t take long, and with one big breath I knew this was my last chance. I pulled him hard, pushing down my throat until my lips touched his pubic hair and I had him all.
It was too much for him to take. He roared his pleasure, releasing himself deep inside my throat. I pulled him back, sucking hard as his legs buckled and he fell next to me in the big shower. “Mmmm…” I said. “My morning protein shake is delicious.”
He couldn’t stand, so he just pulled me over onto his lap while the shower water poured down on us. “Ella, you are the best thing that ever happened to me. I can’t live without you, not now.”
“You won’t have to,” I said. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Neither of us believed that, but we weren’t going to ruin this moment.