Part 13 (1/2)

As I walked up to the side of the bed, I had to stifle a giggle.

Last night, after the second time, Sebastian had to leave the bed to dispose of his used condom; Sebastian decided to bring the trashcan to the end of the bed for expedience. I, personally, thought the man was genius. His practicality meant I didn't have to let go of him for more than a few moments.

Moving the trashcan to the side with my foot, I crawled up behind the sleeping man, and settled on my knees, a.s.s to calves. I'd woken up many times in the night to the man with his face buried between my splayed thighs, or my a.s.s in the air and Sebastian's hard c.o.c.k tunneling into me.

Now it was my turn.

Reaching out tentatively, I ran one lone finger down the velvety skin of his s.c.r.o.t.u.m. I'd softly cupped his b.a.l.l.s in my palm, rolling them around my hand as I used to do with my Chinese Baoding b.a.l.l.s. The Baoding b.a.l.l.s were supposedly healing and meditative, allowing one to relax while they used them.

Well, I felt anything but relaxed holding Sebastian's b.a.l.l.s in the palm of my hand. In fact, the dampness between my clenched thighs, and the pulsating feeling coursing through my core spoke of anything but calm.

Then the pattern of Sebastian's breathing changed. It went from steady and smooth, to shallow and ragged.

The size of his c.o.c.k was anything but soft.

In fact, it nearly tripled in size, and a small drop of milky white pre-come oozed from the tip, falling to the bed.

I didn't stop playing with his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es even though I knew he was awake.

I'd yet to explore the man as thoroughly as he'd explored me, and it was time to reciprocate.

”Do you have any fantasies?” I asked him.

”I dream about f.u.c.king your t.i.ts. Then coming all over them.”

His voice was sleep roughened, and it took everything I had not to urge him onto his back and ride him like there was no tomorrow.

”That's it?” I asked, finally letting my hand let his sac go.

His t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es fell softly against the white sheet underneath, and I moved my hands so they rested on the back of his thighs, and then further up to his lower back.

He had two indentions at the top of his back where the muscles were so honed that they stood out blatantly, even with him laying down.

I let my extended nipples trail over his a.s.s, teasing them back and forth. His breath hitched, and I smiled. ”I don't mind you doing that. In fact, it sounds like something I'd love to do. Just not quite yet.”

Moving from out between his legs, I walked on my knees until I was at his side, and then straddled his back, facing his legs.

Planting one small fist into the bed next to his lifted knee, I used the other hand to move his engorged shaft carefully down, until it was lying straight out between his legs.

His shaft was mesmerizing. Tanner than the rest of him, the shaft was a deep angry red. The vein that ran up along the underside was absolutely ma.s.sive, and the paramedic in me was absolutely enchanted with the sight.

I kept thinking, 'I could totally hit that.'

He probably wouldn't find that as amusing as I did.

”Jesus, you're burning me alive with that p.u.s.s.y of yours.” Sebastian groaned.

The vibrations from his voice sent a little zing through my c.l.i.t, and I had to stop myself from grinding myself into his back.

Leaning down over his a.s.s, I let the very tip of my tongue lathe over his ridged shaft. His sharp inhalation sent me forward minutely, and I took that as a sign to mean he'd liked it.

At this angle, I wasn't able to actually take his d.i.c.k into my mouth, or I'd suffocate myself. Knowing Sebastian probably wasn't into necrophilia, I concentrated on working his entire d.i.c.k with my tongue, sucking on the back of it. Flicking the frenulum with the very tip of my tongue.

”Jesus Christ, get off me and let me have you before I buck you off and take you where you land.” He groaned, shoving his face into the pillow.

I took pity on him.

Sitting up, I swung one leg over until I was again kneeling beside him. But I didn't stay like that for long. No. The next instant, I was pushed over until my a.s.s was in the air, and Sebastian's hard c.o.c.k was pounding into me.

Not liking the angle, Sebastian placed his hand in the middle of my back, and urged my head to lay onto the mattress, essentially canting up my b.u.t.t, and allowing for a deeper angle of penetration.

He grunted with each thrust of his c.o.c.k, and pounded into me like a man possessed. ”f.u.c.k me, but you look good with your a.s.s in the air, and those fat lips swallowing my c.o.c.k all the way to the hilt.” He grated.

His dirty talk was really pus.h.i.+ng my arousal to the red line, and, sure enough, when he reached around my hips, and thrummed my c.l.i.t with the edge of his thumb, I shot off like a bottle rocket. Sparks dominated my vision, and my own hips slammed back into his pounding ones, making him reach a point inside of me that prolonged my o.r.g.a.s.m until I had no more breath in my lungs.

Sebastian's hips slowed, and finally came to a stop once I'd finished.

His d.i.c.k was pulsating inside of my own clenching sheath, and he grasped my hips with an iron grip, squeezing until the point of pain. I'd definitely be sporting bruises in the morning, but it'd be totally worth it.

”f.u.c.k me. Don't move. f.u.c.k, please stop clenching. Oh, Jesus.” He pleaded, pulling out ever so slowly.

It was then I realized I'd forgotten the condom, as did he.

Which explained his pleading tone, and the ironclad grip on my hips.

”Turn over, Baylee.” He rasped.

I followed his order, letting my hips fall to the bed and logrolling until I was on my back with my legs splayed.

His eyes traveled the length of my body. His pupils dilated when his eyes came to settle on my beaded nipples. His nostrils flared as he took two fingers, and worked them slowly into my slippery heat.

He bent down until he was eye level with my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and he feasted, licking, sucking, and flicking my nipples and the valley of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, all the while his two stiffened fingers worked me down below.

Once he attained his objective, the two fingers slipped from my sheath, and he used the moisture that had gathered on the two appendages and worked them over my saliva slickened b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

It was then that I knew what he'd planned on, and I smiled seductively at him, lifting my hands and smas.h.i.+ng my b.o.o.bs together. He grinned deviously before dipping his c.o.c.k back into my drenched opening, effectively lubing himself up again before pulling out and straddling my chest.

The tips of my nipples were pointed straight up at the ceiling, as I held my b.r.e.a.s.t.s together, waiting for him to feed his c.o.c.k into the valley of my b.o.o.bs.

”You ready?” He asked, easing down until his heavy t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es rested on my belly.

At my nod, he guided his c.o.c.k to the opening at the bottom of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and fed his c.o.c.k into the hole they made. His groan of delight sent my core clenching at its emptiness, but the look of delight on Sebastian's face distracted me from the yawning emptiness I felt down below.

Instead, I focused on his ridged abdomen as it contracted, and the tip of his d.i.c.k as it peeked out the top swells of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Sebastian's hands no longer needed to help guide his c.o.c.k, and found my nipples, plucking them lightly.

His eyes traveled from his c.o.c.k tunneling between my flesh, and up to watch how close his c.o.c.k came to my mouth with each thrust.