When he’s done, my whole body feels open and weightless. How can I ever be with another man after knowing the pleasures of this one?
He sinks into me again, the force of his thrusts driving me into the mattress. I scream but the sound of it is muffled by the pillow. An orgasm suddenly rips into me, causing my whole body to convulse. And then he’s picking me up by my hips, lifting my back end into the air while my face is still buried in the pillow. He’s standing up, hammering into me with all his force. I’m screaming for him not to stop as I’m racked by yet another orgasm. It starts at my core and radiates through my entire body, a lightning bolt through my limbs that shoots to the tips of my fingers and toes, leaving them numb. He pulls out, dropping me onto the bed. I’m enveloped in a magnificent haze, every muscle in my body like jelly. AJ positions a knee on either side of my waist, and I see him rip off the condom. He takes his cock in one hand and cups his balls with the other. He starts stroking himself furiously. The veins in his neck are popping, and his face is completely flushed. He grunts through clenched teeth and my eyes are level with the swollen head of his cock. His body is amazing, hard and chiseled to perfection. I stick out my tongue to taste him, and he hisses, stroking faster until his thighs are completely taut and his hand stills. Ropes of cum shoot out at my face, landing on my cheek and in my open mouth. He groans as I swallow it down and lick my lips. He crumples down beside me.
He shakes his head and smiles, his words shaky and breathless. “You’re too goddamn hot for your own good, you know that?”
I shrug and smile. I’m too tired to care that I’m lying in my own wet spot. The exhaustion of a long day and great sex rushes over me. There’s no way I can keep my eyes open long enough for him to take me home.
His arms wrap around me, pulling me into his warm body. Though he’s all hard muscle, my body fits comfortably against him. The moment I close my eyes, I slip into a deep, content oblivion.I wake up the next morning in the cocoon of AJ’s arms. His breathing is heavy, his weight crushing yet comfortable. Though he’s passed out, his hard cock presses against my naked backside. I want more of what I had last night. I crave it.
I start to rub against him, slowly rolling my rips, letting his hard cock slip and slide against my wet pussy. His arm twitches, his legs readjust, subtle signs of him starting to wake up. He nuzzles his face into my hair.
His breath is warm on the back of my neck. “Looks like the naughty dream I was having is about to come true.
He lets out a frustrated sound. “I’m out of condoms,” he says.
“I didn’t bring any with me either.” I wish I had but I definitely didn’t foresee the night ending up here.
“Don’t worry,” he says.
His cock slips between my thighs, rubbing against my pussy lips, but not going inside. He reaches around to touch my clit. I spread my legs, giving him access. I want him inside of me, I crave that fullness. I’m an addict. But this feels good too, and I don’t want him to stop.
His fingers push into me. My head rolls back and I moan.
He bites my ear lobe. In a low voice, he says, “You like that?”
My throat is dry; I can barely speak. Instead, I nod.
“What about this?” He puts a third finger in and it feels as full as when his cock is inside me.
“Yes.” The word is barely a whisper.
His fingers pull out of me, and I’m suddenly empty. That, I don’t like.
His slippery fingers rub across my asshole. My breath hitches as he easily slides the tip of one of them past the barrier.
“What about that?” he asks. I can hear the anticipation in his voice. He wants me to like it. I’m not sure if I do. It’s uncomfortable, awkward. Foreign.
“I don’t know,” I admit.
“Roll onto your back.”
He pulls his finger out. The sensation lingers. It doesn’t hurt by any means, but it’s strange.
I roll over like he asked. He spreads my legs. My head falls back against the pillow when he starts to softly glide his tongue against my clit.
“Oh my God.” The words moan out of me. His tongue is magic. A lot of guys will use a stiff tongue when they go down on me, flicking the sensitive area. I’ll humor them with sounds, but they don’t get it. They’re clueless. AJ, on the other hand, seems to know exactly what to do. He relaxes his tongue, leaving it flat and just slowly massages it, using his head to move it instead of the muscle of his tongue.