I blinked, and realized what he meant as his tongue dragged hard over my clit, and I cried out. The rough moist touch of his tongue was so intense it edged on pain, and I writhed on the bed, throwing my head back as my eyes fluttered closed. He let me luxuriate in the touch for a moment before he lapped at me more gently, testing at my entrance with the tip of his tongue, moving it in slow circles, sometimes touching my clit so I hitched up and sucked in sharp breaths though my teeth. The warmth that had swirled up between my legs was growing hotter and hotter, from fire to firestorm. As much as his teasing tastes made warm fuzz slide down my arms and legs and fill me up with pleasant heat, it was not filling the clenching hollow in my middle that needed so desperately to be filled, like an itch but worse in every possible way. I needed him inside me.
He shifted, and with a touch of his lips on my clit he sucked, pulling a sharp gasp out of me and a shudder, flicked his tongue over it and went up, dragging it up over the inward curve where my belly met the junction of my legs, then higher, looping around my navel as his hands slid up my sides and pushed up my shirt, now sticky with sweat and clinging to my skin. He pushed the shirt up under my armpits and gathered up my breasts in his hand. My cheeks felt like furnaces and a flush spread down over my chest. He ran his thumbs around my nipples in slow circles, and they stiffened at his touch, becoming hard points that I could feel tugging, pulling in heat of their own.
“I’m not a video game,” I said.
He laughed, snorting.
He closed his mouth around my nipple and sucked. Hard. I squealed and laced my legs around him and my arms clapped around his head and held him to my chest. Sweat and cut grass filled my nostrils and he sucked my nipple until I could barely stand it, until it was almost numb, then let it pop out of his mouth and moved to the other, working his mouth wide before closing it around the nipple and tugging with a hard suck, only to open up and do it again. My breast popped out of his mouth and he worked his lips higher, leaving a trail of soft kisses from the sensitive skin in the middle of my chest and over my collarbone.
“You’re all bony,” he said, tracing the outline under his lips.
I grunted and tugged on him and he moved up, kissing up my throat, laboring over it, luxuriating over it until he sucked hard on my chin, then found my lips again. His kiss was wet and salty and made my stomach quiver. I was tasting myself on his tongue. He pulled away, tugging on my lips as he left me lying on the bed and stood up. He hooked his thumbs int he waistband of his shorts and shoved them down all at once. His cock bounced and slapped against his belly before swaying in front of him, heavy and hard. I stared at it, my throat suddenly going dry and tight as a fist at the sight.
“What?” he said.
“You’re, um,” I said. “You’re bigger than I thought.”
He grinned, and leaned forward, falling over me on the bed. His hands hit the mattress on either side of my body, pressing the springs down so they there me back up at him as he kissed me again and his cock slid against my belly, hard and hot. Feeling it against me sent a shiver up my spine and my hand snaked under him. I took hold of his shaft and felt it, closing my fingers around it and thinking about how it would feel inside me, spreading me open and filling me. He pulled back, and traced his fingers over my cheek.
“Are you okay?” he said, his playful aggression all evaporated. “We can stop if you don’t want to.”
I slid my hands along his sides and felt him tense. “I don’t want to stop. I’m just a little nervous.”
“A little?” he said.
He blinked and ran his fingers through my hair. “Why don’t you be on top? It might be easier that way.”