Cupping them both in my hands, I bend down again, kissing my way to one of her breasts, and flick my tongue over her pert nipple. Chloe squirms, tightening her legs around me. Teasing her nipple with my tongue, I slide one hand down between her legs. Moving slow on purpose, I circle the entrance to her pussy. She’s so fucking wet already.
Her hands are on my back, and her nails dig into my skin as I rub my finger over her clit, getting her worked up in just seconds. My cock is rock hard now, begging to push inside of her. She wants it too and feebly pushes my boxers down.
In a swift movement, I pull away and dive down between her legs. I want to taste her again, to lick up every last drop she gives and feel her pussy contracting wildly against my face. Chloe rests one hand on my head, sitting up just enough that she can steal a glance at me. I flick my eyes up at the exact same time, and knowing she’s watching turns me on even more. My cock aches and I know it’ll take just one touch from Chloe to make me come.
Without wasting any more time, I put my mouth over her, tongue lashing out against her clit. She moans loudly and hearing her pleasure almost does me in. Damn, she tastes so fucking good. I keep working my tongue, and Chloe squirms against me, desperate for a release. I slide both hands under her ass and lift her off the mattress. She hooks one leg over my shoulders, and I can feel her whole body tense up. She sucks in a breath and I know she’s about to come. Keeping my mouth against her, I lower her back onto the mattress and slip a finger inside, going right to her G-spot. I press against it, and it pushes Chloe over the edge.
She cries out loudly as the orgasm ripples through her. I keep my mouth on her, not stopping until she’s writhing in pleasure, pushing me away because she can’t physically handle any more. Both her hands go to the top of my head, and I slowly move away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
Chloe’s cheeks are flushed, and it’s so fucking hot to know I’m the reason for it. I’m the one who made her come so hard there’s a wet spot on the bed now. Her eyes are still closed, and she’s breathing hard, breasts rapidly rising and falling. I move back on top of her, pulling my boxers down before I settle between her legs. She needs a few seconds to recover, so I kiss her forehead and brush her hair out of her face.
Chloe inhales deeply and opens her eyes, looking right at me. Then she puts her lips to mine, and knowing she can taste herself on my lips does me in. I can’t wait any longer. I need her.
Now.
I guide my cock to her entrance and kiss her again as I push inside. She holds me tight against her, bending her legs and rocking her hips along with mine. I could come right now, and I grit my teeth, not wanting to finish until she comes for the second time.
Thankfully, it doesn’t take her long, and the second I feel her pussy tighten around my cock, I let my head drop against hers and push in balls deep, coming harder than I ever have before. We’re both panting, and I slowly pull out, moving to the side and wrapping my arm around her.
“I came inside you three times,” I pant, hating that I’m killing the moment, but the thought suddenly dawns on me. I’ve spent the last several years fucking a lot of women, trying to fill the void in my heart that only Chloe could fill, but in all those times, I was always very careful to practice safe sex.
“I’m on birth control,” she tells me, voice still breathy. “I have been for years.” She runs her fingers up and down my arm. “I get really bad cramps and it helps. I have super light periods now, which I’m thankful for. And you probably don’t want to know that.”
“If I’m having sex with you, you can talk about your period.”
“That is fair.” She lifts her head off my chest and smiles. “So then it’s okay for me to tell you too that I’m going to get up and pee because I don’t want to get a UTI.”
I playfully smack her ass. “And as a doctor, I approve.”
She gets up and hurries to the bathroom, returning just a minute or two later. The bed isn’t made, and she settles in it, snuggling under the blankets.
“I never got dressed for dinner,” she says, looking up at me.