“You can be the lookout—because, girl, you’re staying right where you are.” He grabbed my ass and pulled me forward so that my butt cheeks were just at the edge of the bench. I nodded my head in understanding…. Understanding that everything that was about to take place had to do with my pussy and his mouth. I would watch to see if the door moved even the slightest bit. I hoped to God it didn’t.
Leaning back on the bench, I watched as his head dipped lower, as he knelt in front of me. His arms wrapped around my thighs, and he grabbed my ass. His mouth met the folds of my pussy and I felt myself tighten at the sensation.
It had been so long, and never like this. I felt wanted—desired—and a smile crossed my mouth, realizing I didn’t even know this guy’s name. I didn’t need to. In this moment, all I needed was his tongue running along the folds of my pussy, lapping up the juice that flowed out.
His tongue found my clit, and instead of brushing past it like most inexperienced guys I’d been with, he let his lips engulf me. Pressing deeper into my wet pussy, he sucked hard on my round, pulsing bulb, causing me to grab his hair with my hands and run my fingers through it.
Holding on as he sucked me hard, I let out soft moans, my skin prickling as the steam died down around us—but I needed more relief than that.
“It’s so hot,” I moaned, not wanting to complain, because honestly I’d rather have died than have him stop what he was doing.
He leaned back slightly, and pointed to the basin of water beside me. “Pour some over your tits, that will cool you down.”
Nodding wordlessly, I used the ladle to gather water, then arched my back and poured the cool liquid over my neck, my chest, letting it drip down my already wet thighs.
“More,” he demanded, and I did as I was told. I poured water across his slick chest, and then, not able to resist pressing my hands against his chiseled abs, I rubbed my hands greedily across his ripped muscles.
“Now, lean back,” he commanded. “I’m not through with you.”
I listened, breathing deeply, pressing my fingers back down to my heat, leading him where I wanted him to go.
“That’s better,” he said, and then he grabbed my tits with both hands. He didn’t press his mouth on my nipples, like I expected. Instead, he just used his fingers to rub them in circles. I continued to press my fingers against my pussy, suddenly wanting to come like I knew I could.
There had been one time, with my trusty vibe, that I had squirted my pussy juice across the duvet of my queen bed. That had happened after Kyle had spoken to me at work, complimenting me on my shoes of all things. I’d gone straight home that night and burrowed under my covers, with my favorite erotica loaded on my Kindle. I’d climaxed in a way I never had before, thinking only of him.
But I knew this would be better. I wanted it to be better. I wanted this guy’s strong hands deep inside, pressing my g-spot until I came all over him. Asking for what I wanted, I took his right hand and guided it between my legs.
“Deep,” I said, panting now. “Deep and hard.”
He pressed his other arm across my chest, holding me in place, and began stretching the folds of my pussy. One finger became two, as if he knew exactly what I needed.
“I didn’t think you’d like it rough,” he said.
“Not rough,” I said, breathlessly, “just deep.”
I moaned as he flicked his fingers inside my walls, causing a tremble to roll through me.
“Harder,” I said, desperate now.
He pressed a third finger in my dripping gap, and my torso bolted upwards. My thighs clenched, as if I were scared to keep going.
“It’s what you asked for,” he told me, holding me back, just like I needed. I didn’t want him to stop, but I was scared, suddenly, of what would happen once I let loose like I really wanted. Sex like this would ruin me for ordinary fucks the rest of my life.
He went harder and faster now, but not in a way that hurt; this was all pleasure, all the way. His fingers inched into me, finding the spot that would give me release.
“Oh, fuck,” I screamed. “Oh, fuck, yeah.” I gripped the edge of the bench and watched as my come gushed over his arm, onto his chest. I didn’t care what happened next, if someone walked in or not. All I wanted was for it to happen again, and it did.
“Oh, yeah, baby, that’s good,” he said, his voice gravelly, his breath fast. He liked this too. “Your pussy is so happy right now.”