“Yes, Miss Ebie,” he says and I know I have his full attention. You can’t put the ball back in my court and think you’re still going to call the shots. I watch him as he lowers his mouth to my pussy, but my eyes slide closed as soon as he presses his lips to my wet slit. He has a perfect memory. He remembers exactly the way I like it. He makes love to my pussy with his mouth, kissing it nice and deliberate and slow. I let out the most pathetic sigh when just the tip of his tongue parts my lips. He moves lower, teasing myentrance.
“Come here,” I say on a harsh whimper. He doesn’t stop immediately, not until I tap his shoulder. “Come up here.” He listens then, sliding up my body until I can wrap my arms around him and pull him down on top of me. I can’t resist kissing him. It’s not so much the softness of his lips as it’s the way I can taste myself on them. It’s the perfect torture of his swollen cock sliding against my stomach. We kiss for a perfectly long time. When I realize my hips are rising on their own, that my clit is chasing the pressure and weight of him, I know I need to stop our little makeout session. I let my head fall against my makeshift pillow. I try tobreathe.
“Okay. As you were.” I open my eyes when he doesn’t move right away, and as soon as we make eye contact he moves back down my body and goes right back to pressing his mouth to my now soakedpussy.
“Use your fingers,” I groan. He uses two long, thick fingers and pushes his way inside. My back arches off the blanket at the perfect invasion. Coming on his hand, especially with the way his tongue is rubbing over my clit in the most perfect way, would be so easy, but I want to wait until he’s inside me. When I feel the tremors rising, I tell him tostop.
“Grab one of the condoms.” I tell him. He doesn’t hesitate this time. I look up as I hear the packet ripping open just in time to stop him. “No, no. First and middle finger. It’s for your fingers. I want you to get me nice andready.”
“Ohokay.”
“Use the lube.” I watch him for a second as he sheaths his fingers, then moves the little pile of clothes until it’s settled under my hips. I need to give him a better angle to work with. Before I can give him anymore instructions, his tongue is pushing inside my cunt and his fingers are gently pressing against my ass. I almost jump in surprise. I don’t expect him to get it right so quickly. But this is Silas McInroy I’m dealing with. Not so great at first with the talk, all in with the action. I don’t have to say another word. He works with me with his mouth and teases me for so long I know I’m close to coming again. When I let out a pathetic noise, something near a “please,” he starts to push his fingersinside.
“Fuck,” Imoan.
“Okay?” he asks,concerned.
“Yes. More than okay. Don’t stop.” He doesn’t. He does everything perfectly right, pushing forward, easing back, again and again until I feel his other knuckles against my skin. His tongue is still inside of me. I come. I can’t stop myself. A bad bitch I might be, but I’m no match for whatever he’s doing to me. He lets me ride it out and then when I come back to myself, he eases his hand out of me and looksup.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, like I might actually want to call it anight.
“Hell no,” I say. “Now, you put on a condom on your dick.” He smartly grabs a fresh condom out of the pack and slides it on. My hand goes to my pussy and I can’t help but touch myself while I watch him lube himself up. He looks down at me when he’s ready. It’s starting to get dark, but the candlelight hits him justright.
“We should have recorded this,” I say outloud.
“We still can,” he says. He’s holding on to his control, just barely. I know he’ll put this all on pause to give me what I want, even setting up his phone and testing the lighting and the angles until I’msatisfied.
“Next time. Let me give you what you want. Just go slow.” I lie my head back down on the blanket and wait until I feel the head of his cock push against my tightest hole. My pussy tenses, feeling empty, wanting another round, but I want him in my ass just asbad.
I let out a deep breath and relax my body. I take a little bit of him and then a little more. He’s so big, so thick around. I just need to breathe. He pushes forward another inch, another, and I have to stop him. He stops. He waits. I inhale and let it out, focusing on letting him all the way in. I urge him on and then feel that bite of pain. There’s no way to avoid it. He’s so big, but I can handle it. I breathe through it, thinking for just a moment that maybe I’ve bitten off more than I possibly handle. I let out a weak laugh that turns into a moan as I move my hips and take him in the finalinch.
“Do I need to stop again?” he asks. I can hear it in his voice, we’re enduring the same torture. We need the exact samething.
“Don’t stop, Silas. Don’t stop.” He slowly pulls back just a bit and pushes back in. My fingers slide off my clit, pinching it harder than Ishould.
“Does it feel good?” I askhim.
“Shit.Yes.”
“Good. Go slow.” He moves again, in and out, again, again. I settle into the blanket and let him do what he will. Holy fuck the pain is still there, but after a few moments it starts to feel so good. My fingers push into my pussy and I start fucking myself with my hand. I can feel him from the inside, moving as slowly as he can handle and I realize that there’s no longer a need for this painfully slow pace. I wantmore.
“Go faster, baby,” I gasp out as I slide my other hand over my tit. I pinch my nipple hard as his hands slide under my thighs. I feel him move closer, giving himself even better leverage. Then he pumps into me,hard.
The sounds that come out of me are so pathetic, so needy. Still, it doesn’t stop my hips from moving on their own. Doesn’t stop my body from chasing the frantic pace he’s after. Doesn’t stop my pussy from clenching down on my fingers, forcing myself out. I’m positive they can hear me all the way back in the cafe when I start coming, when I start squirting all over him. I am loud and totally incoherent, but Silas knows not to stop until I tell him. He knows not to let up even when the come that’s gushing out of me stops. Even when I’m reduced to slapping my own clit until it starts up again. He knows not to stop even when I’m lying there, half limp. I’m not done until I can’t take anymore and it’s still a few minutesmore.
Finally I flap my hands, gesturing for him to come close. I don’t open my eyes to see if he’s gotten the message, but a moment later he slides over me and we’re kissing again. He presses in deep, holds himself still as I ride out the last bit of ecstasy that shivers through me. When I need to breathe, I slowly roll out from beneath him and move to my side. We’re both breathing hard. When I open my eyes, it’s nearly dark. He looks so beautiful in the candlelight. I roll on my back and cannot believe how clear the starsare.
“Mmm. You were great,” I say, as I look back over at him. “Let’s go back to thehouse.”
“Huh?”
“I’m starting to get cold. Let’s go back to thehouse.”
“I—but—” His eyes dart down to his crotch. His hard dick is still straining forward between hislegs.
“Oh, you want tocome?”
“Yes,” hesays.