I moan softly. He's found it, the holy grail, the button that starts my engine.
He groans at the sound of my whimper, focusing his oral attentions on the spot that makes my body tremble. My hips buck. I'm at his mercy, willing to do whatever he asks, so long as he doesn't stop.
His big, warm hand smooths up and down my inner thigh before coming to rest at my pussy lips. He lifts his head to look at me, his fingers picking up where his mouth left off.
A terrifying smile curves across his face, like he knows he could do anything to me right now, and I'd be powerless to stop him.
I hold my breath as he teases my pussy lips apart and then slides a finger inside me. His hands are big, his fingers thick. I've never had anything inside me before, not even tampons. I can't imagine how his cock would ever fit.
He resumes licking my clit like it's the most delicious thing he's ever tasted. My muscles tighten, grasping at his fingers. It feels wonderful. I hold myself up on my elbows, not wanting to miss a single second of the show he’s putting on.
"I don't remember pussy tasting this good before I got locked up." He slides his finger in and out of me, making me shiver. "Then again, I haven't been with a woman in five years."
"I haven't been with anyone."
He looks down at his finger in my pussy. "No wonder you looked like a deer in fucking headlights when my cock came out."
My clit pulses at the memory. If I could squeeze my thighs together, I would, but Art's shoulders are still wedged between them. He must read the desperation on my face, because he stands up to show me the intimidating bulge in his sweatpants.
He takes my hand and places it on his cock. It's hard and taut like it's trying to break out of his clothes. I rub up and down, and the deep, throaty groan that rumbles up from Art's chest makes my clit throb.
"Take it out," he growls.
Breathing deeply to collect my courage, I hook my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and pull down. His cock springs out and taps my chin.
"Kiss it," he says.
I gently press my lips to the tip, coming away with a long, sticky string of something that tastes like salt when I lick my lips.
Art pets the back of my head, his eyes half closed.
"Again," he rasps. "Use your tongue this time."
I kiss the head again, then swirl my tongue around the tapered area just above the ridge. Art groans. His hands grasp my hair as I wrap my fist around the base of his cock. My middle finger and thumb don't touch. He pulls his shirt off, and once again I’m caught off-guard by how amazing his body is.
“Put it in your mouth, Ciara.”
There’s no way I’m going to be able to fit more than a few inches, but I try my best, holding his cock with both hands as I bob my head back and forth. The low, guttural noises he makes are my reward. I’ve never sucked a cock before, but Art seems more than satisfied with my efforts.
He takes my face in his hands and starts to fuck my mouth. For the most part, he only gives me as much as I can handle. The few times he thrusts too deep, I gag.
“Fuck...” He smooths my hair. Saliva fills my mouth and drips down my chin. “Your lips around my cock have to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Art pumps faster, his hands tightening on my head. I can tell he’s trying not to choke me, but he’s losing control. I stack my hands on his shaft to help stop his cock from pummeling my throat.
Tears fill my eyes and spill over onto my cheeks. Art catches one on his thumb and then tastes it. His cock swells. My jaw aches.
He roars like an animal, his shaft pulsing against my palms, as a gush of hot, salty cum fills my mouth.
“Your mouth is heavenly, angel,” he says breathlessly.
Art eases his cock out from between my lips. I’m not sure what to do with his cum, so I do the easiest thing and swallow it. Still, there’s so much, and a little bit leaks out around the edges. I tentatively wipe the drops from my chin as Art loses his pants and joins me on the bed.
Stretching out alongside him, I close my eyes and try to ignore the throbbing between my legs. As soon as he leaves, I’m going to have to touch myself.
I gasp as he pulls my shirt up to expose my breasts.
“I’ve been wanting to get a look at your tits since you answered the door in nothing but a towel.”