He curled his finger at her, and she moved closer, still sideways, until he could touch her. His hand moved over her hip and thigh, tugging at the elastic of her panties. “Come on, sweets,” he said hoarsely. “Take your knickers down and show me your naughty bits.” Her eyes widened slightly, but she smiled, turning to face him, his hand easing over the angle of her hipbone to rest on the soft inward curve at her navel. She hooked her thumbs in her underwear, giving him a full view of her breasts and, within moments, all of her, as she dropped her panties down onto his chest.
He picked them up, his eyes never leaving hers, and lifted them to his mouth and nose. She flushed, seeing his hand moving over his growing erection, his face buried in the crotch of her panties. He dropped them to the floor and sat up, moving her back with his hands on her sides, arranging her. Her hands went immediately to his head, lost in his dark, thick hair, as he kissed her belly-soft, light kisses that made her stomach flutter and her insides burn.
“Catherine, you are so beautiful.” He slid his mouth up further to capture one of her small, dark nipples. She gasped when he did, clutching at him, pressing, and tried to crawl into his lap. He chuckled, sucking her other nipple into his mouth, his fingers finding the wetness of the first, making her whimper and claw at him. She found his mouth with hers, eager and hungry, and he kissed her openly, running his hands up and down her body as if to warm her.
“I want to see all of you,” he reminded her, pressing her to stand again.
“Open your legs,” He slid one hand between her thighs. She did, trembling slightly, her eyes seeking his, finding the approval she was looking for. His fingers eased open her flesh, parting her soft down, exposing her pink heat. His breath was coming faster as he explored her, pressing a finger up inside. “Has anyone ever kissed you here?” His eyes moved over the mound in front of him.
She shook her head. A few boys had touched her there, unzipped jeans and groping hands in the dark. One had even rubbed her until she was gasping and shaking and begging for relief, which had followed soon after like a tidal wave, an immediately shocking release.
He smiled a little, and then leaned forward to ease his tongue slowly through her slit, working just at the top of her mound with the flat of his tongue, back and forth. Cat found she couldn’t control her breath or the way her fingers dug into his shoulders or the arch of her back. Finally, she put her leg up on his shoulder, wanting to give him more access. She heard his groan, felt the shift of him moving to take her weight. She was unsteady, but didn’t care, and she grabbed his head and pressed him into her further, moaning his name again and again.
“Easy…” He pulled away slightly, and her eyes flew open in panic. He smiled, leaning back onto the couch, pulling her with him.
“Wha-?” Before she could finish the question, David had easily positioned her again over his mouth. She balanced herself on the arm of the sofa, feeling his welcome tongue again, lost in her softness. Her cries were low and frequent, and she found herself moving her hips, begging his mouth to find her again and again. His hands slid up the long length of her torso, finding her nipples and pinching them. She shuddered, moving faster against him. The world was spinning, and she dizzily put her other hand out against the wall. David pressed her hips back, smiling at her disappointed groan as his mouth left her.
“I thought you might want to turn around,” he suggested. “Lay on top of me.”
She flipped over quickly, positioning herself over his mouth again, even reaching her hand down between her legs to spread her lips, pressing her finger-there-showing him the spot. She felt laughter rippling through his chest which was pressed against her bare belly. She blushed, pressing her hot face against his crotch. He moaned then, no longer laughing. She smiled, rubbing her cheek against the denim and then used her soft, warm hand. He lifted his hips slightly so she could pull them down-jeans and boxers-enough to expose him.
She was free to look, to touch, free of his eyes watching her, and so she did. Her fingertips grazed the head, the shaft, her short nails lightly scratching his scrotum. He shifted when she did that, but didn’t tell her no. She lifted their curiously heavy weight in her hand, and then let them fall. The tip of him was wet, and when she kissed it, she could taste him. He groaned then, arching his back and pressing against her mouth.
“Patience, kitten,” he murmured. “The longer we do this, the better it feels.”
His fingers had found her now, rubbing the length of her wetness, and then his tongue found her, too, and she whimpered, spreading her legs wider. She started licking at him, just the tip at first, then the shaft, loving the feel of his response.
She wrapped her hand around the base and tugged at him, easing the skin up over the tip and back down again. He seemed to like that. His hips moved with her, and when she put the whole head of him into her mouth, he moaned right against her clit and made her shiver.
It was hard to concentrate on touching him while his tongue was lapping at her, his fingers spreading her open, but she tried, finding herself matching him.
Sometimes she would take him out of her mouth entirely and rest her head against his thigh, lazily stroking him while his tongue pressed into her hole or his fingers probed her there. When his tongue moved back toward her clit, flicking it again and again, she found her hand and mouth eagerly attached to him, moving with the same persistent rhythm.
His fingers found their way into her, and at first she stiffened. David felt it and slowed, whispering, “It’s ok, I won’t hurt you, it’s just my finger.” She slowly let him slide one in and out, and then add another. Soon, she was whimpering when he removed them. The feeling of being filled was delicious, but it was the motion-the harder he pressed, the deeper, with more and more force-the more she seemed to want. It was addictive.
“Please, don’t” she whispered, when his fingers slipped out of her while his tongue moved over her slippery little clit. “Please, put them back in me.”
“Here?” He slid a finger back inside. Her hand tightened and jerked on his cock in response and he groaned.
“Harder,” she urged. “More.” He obliged, sliding another finger into her.
“Ohhh David, please, finger me hard!” She thrust back, her hand working him furiously. The combination of his tongue on her clit and the sensation of his fingers pistoning in and out of her were too much. She gasped and writhed, and the urgent noises he made deep in his throat pushed her even further, making her squeeze and suck him in earnest.
Then he slowed his fingers, just slightly, his tongue still tickling her clit, faster there now, and she could feel something building, soft and low in her belly.
She said his name, his cock firmly pressed into her mouth, into her throat now.
She was nearly choking on the length of him, oblivious, focused only on the surge and ripple that was beginning to bubble to her surface. Without losing his rhythm, one of his fingers slid upward, finding the small, puckered hole of her ass and pressing there, just lightly. The naughty surprise of it sent her quivering and moaning directly to some incredible summit-sent them both, David exploding like a molten volcano in her mouth-and she found herself swallowing the burning heat of him again and again as she whimpered and shuddered against his length.
She was suddenly glad for their position, thankful he couldn’t see her face, which she pressed into his belly, hiding as she rolled off him to the side. His hand found her hair and stroked her-shoulder, arm, side, thigh. She found her breath returning with her senses. The taste of him burned at the back of her throat, and she wanted to tell him something, but couldn’t find any words.