I suck in a breath at the sight of him, his head between my legs, his fingers buried inside me. I know I should feel self-conscious, but I don't.
I loosen my hold in his hair as he takes one more taste of me, slow, gentle and lingering, and I can't hide the shudder that wracks my body. And when he pulls his fingers from me, I see them wet, glistening, and it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Until he brings them up to his mouth and sucks.
"I had to taste you again," he says, and even though I've just had the most intense, mind-blowing orgasm of my life, I want him all over again.
His hands slide to my thighs, holding them open and he's placing open mouthed kisses along my skin. The trail of wet heat ignites something deep inside me. I've never felt so wanton… my skirt hiked up around my waist and my panties on the floor behind him. But I've also never felt so amazing. His mouth, his fingers. They are everything I had hoped for.
"Bella…"
My eyes refocus as he reaches for the zipper at my waist and tugs the fabric over my hips, baring me completely from the waist down. My heels join the pile of clothing as I sit up, and he stands before me. I can see the evidence of the effect I have on him jutting between us under his pants and I tentatively trace a finger along his length.
He hisses a curse at the contact, his hands tangling in my hair. I want to be that fantasy girl for him, the one he described, the one who takes his cock. And then it hits me - I am her. All those times he called, he was describing me. He was thinking about me.
Unashamed, I ask him, "Did it live up to your fantasy?" I grab him fully in my hand, remembering when he told me how he was tactile. I rub the soft cotton against his cock. My fingernails scraping the base. And then, I look up and meet his eyes and add, "Did I?"
"You are so much better," he rasps, his hand covering mine and pressing it hard against his dick. "I thought I knew who you were...how you would be. But the way you feel, the way you taste, the little sounds that you make...Jesus. I had no fucking clue."
I let go of him and unbutton my shirt, sliding it from my shoulders, and reach for the waistband of his pants. I tease my fingers along the skin above the cotton, feeling the muscles in his stomach contract beneath my hands. And then, I slip my hands in and push them over and down.
I'm unprepared for the sight of his cock as it's bared to me, even having just held it in my hand. It's long and thick and smooth, and as my eyes trail down, I'm shocked to find a barbell running through the swollen head.
"Oh, God…" I whimper. "You…you're pierced?"
"It's an apadravya," he says, his voice scratchy and low as he grips the length, stroking up. His fingers circle the piercing both over and underneath before sliding them over the slick, wet tip. "Does it freak you out?"
It should, I think, but watching him finger it, play with it, causes a rush of arousal, and slow-burning heat covers my body. "I…I've never…"
"You've never fucked a man with a pierced cock." It's not a question.
"Does it…" I start, trying to force out words when all I can think is that I want to touch it the way he's touching it. "Will it hurt?"
"You might cry," he says, reaching out and bringing my hand over to his dick. I slide my hand along the length, my fingers just grazing over the piercing, making him hiss. "But I promise you, it won't be because it hurts."
I drag my tongue along my lower lip in anticipation, wondering what it will feel like when he brushes it along my lips before sliding it into my mouth, imagining what it will feel like when it's inside me.
"Suck it," he says…demands, stepping closer to me. "Feel it in your mouth, and imagine what it's going to feel like in your hot, tight pussy."
At his words, I don't even think, I just do. I grip the base of his cock, and suck the tip into my mouth. He hisses, his fingers pushing through my hair, and I still, my heart pounding.
"Don't stop." His voice is tight, barely controlled. He loosens his hold on me, but only a little. "I'm not going to fuck your mouth. I'll be still. It just...you feel so fucking good, so soft and warm and wet. Just suck it...lick it...whatever feels good to you."
So, I take him in deeper, my tongue circling his head, teasing the barbells. I don't know why I expect the chrome to be cold, but it's not. It's hot...just like him. And while it feels different, foreign, I like it.
"Just like that," he pants, as I accidentally scrape over the piercing with my teeth. "Jesus, fuck…"
And now that I know I'm not going to hurt him, I suck harder. I allow myself to really taste him for the first time - all clean skin and salt and masculine. And I wonder if I sounded the way he sounds right now, all needy whimpers and desperate moans. He's so big, I can't take him all the way in, so I use my hand to help, wanting to make him come the way he made me come. But he grips my head, just hard enough to make me pause, and then he tells me, "Stop," before sliding his dick from my mouth.
I look up at him, confused. "But why? I wanted to make you come, too."
He smiles as he drags his thumb across my bottom lip before he says, "Oh, you're going to make me come, Bella. I just plan on being in your pussy when you do.
A/N
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