Number One
“I want to make you cum tonight, Rors…at least three times” he said to me, as the steam in the shower hugged our bodies.
He turned off the shower, and pulled back the curtain, steam lingering in the air. I reached for a towel, but he pushed me against the bathroom wall and began kissing me again.
“I’m dripping all over the floor,” I pouted.
“Really?” he whispered on my lips. “I didn’t know I made you that wet…let me feel.” His tongue found that spot on my neck and I giggled as he slid his fingers once again into my slit. Water pooled at my feet, dripping from my hair and rolling down my back. I moaned as he slowly rubbed and pinched at my clit, and my legs began to shake a little.
“Fuck meeee…” I whispered, nibbling on his earlobe. “God that feels good.”
“Not yet.” He held me against the wall like he did in the shower and slowly slid his middle finger deep into me. My hair was plastered against my forehead and my breath was ragged.
He grabbed my wrists with one hand and pinned them to the wall over my head, continuing to finger fuck me slowly, gently. Every time he ran his wet fingers over my clit, I shuddered a bit. Before I could build up an orgasm, though, he was moving again - inside me, stroking my asshole, running fingers down my thighs.
“You still want me to fuck you?” He asked after about 15 minutes, watching my face writhe with pleasure and longing. He rested a finger on my clit and began to tap it, which made me arc my back and cry out.
“Rori…” he said, pushing against me so I felt his rock-hard cock on my leg as he continued tapping my clit, “…do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yeehssss,” I panted, wanting to feel him deep in me. “Fuuuuuck meeee…”
He kissed down my collar bone, between my tits, down my stomach, as he knelt down, always keeping one finger on my swollen clit.
“Too bad…I don’t want to fuck you yet. I want you to cum all over my face.” And with that, he buried himself in my pussy, making me cry out again as his tongue slurped at my juices. “Cum for me, pretty lady.”
I began to grind again his face, feeling like I’d fall over if he would not have been pressing me firmly against the wall with one hand as he used the other to finger me deeply. I screamed out, trying to hold back a bit longer against the intensity of his lapping tongue and pulsing fingers. He suddenly pulled his slick fingers out of my pussy and instead slipped them slowly, intensely, into my tight asshole. The sensation drove me over the edge and I lost control.
“Cum for me, Rori,” he growled, and I did, my orgasm dripping down his chin when I finally opened my eyes.
“Your fingers are still up my ass,” I said with a smirk, albeit weakly and still panting a bit.
“I know,” he replied, a devilish twinkle in his eye, “You don’t think I’m done with you yet, do you? That was only number one.”
To be continued…
Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets!
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