Riding the Bull

Maka wanted to buck and squirm and squeal as Soul's tongue lapped at her pussy, but his fingers dug more into her hips with each small movement from her. He circled his tongue around her clit, licked along the seam of her lips before fucking her with the muscle. His tongue slid in passed her opening, curved up along her walls, and receded back out like a small wave. She bit her bottom lip to stifle the moan that crawled up her throat. Her core clenched as Soul went in for another round of loving her, and her hips arched up slightly to give him more access to her.

She wasn't a particularly big fan of the position, but when it was with someone like Soul, she didn't much mind. He knew exactly what he was doing. From his grip on her body to the movements of his mouth as he pleased her, Soul was pure perfection at doing the 69.

His mouth noisily sucked on her clit, and she felt his nose bury itself within her. The sensation was odd and strange and not what she was used to, but it was also hot. Soul gently used his teeth to tug on the small pink bud before leaning in to kiss it and suck on it some more. His tongue circled around her clit, up along the side of it, and pressed against it to draw a long moan from her. Everything he did was pure torture to her – wonderful, blissful, torture – and she found it difficult to focus on her own task at hand.

While he was fantastic at the position, Maka wasn't.

She tried to go back to his dick that was in her grasp, but every time she did, she had to turn away again to either moan or gasp. Maka hadn't expected to enjoy the position at all; she had thought they were going to do it for a couple minutes, realize how uncomfortable it was, and go back to pleasing each other separately. But no. Soul had proven himself fully capable of eating her out with her above him and toward his dick that they stayed like that for longer than five minutes. It shouldn't have surprised, though. The man was really good at giving oral no matter the position.

"Ah, fuck," she cried as Soul kissed her opening, tongue curling up to lick walls.

"You okay?" he breathed against her. His breath was warm and cooling against her heated core, and she ached for him to return to his actions from before.

"Yea. You?"

"I'm good."

"Are you sure? How are you even still breathing down there? You were doing that for longer than five minutes, at least."

Soul laid his head back on the bed and laughed against her thigh. He kissed her flesh, softly bit, and sucked it while his hands caressed her ass. She moaned when he squeezed and spread her cheeks before placing his mouth back on her and pleasured her once again. Maka moaned as her lower abdomen tightened and thigh muscles clenched. A small wave of satisfaction rocked through her, warmth spread throughout her body, and her core yearned for more. More of his mouth, his tongue, and his attention. She wanted – needed – all of it.

Far too early, he removed his face from her pussy, and Maka moaned her protest.

"Chill, Maka. I'm not stopping for good." He paused to kiss her thigh. "And what do you mean how am I still breathing?"

"It's just… Doesn't it… Well, doesn't it, um… Ugh, this so embarrassing." She rolled her teeth along her bottom lip as she tried to find the right, non-vulgar words to use, but coming up with none, she swallowed her discomfort and just said it. There really was no clean way to do it. "Doesn't it smell?"

He barked his laughter, and she felt his smug grin against her skin. "Maybe I like the smell of you."

"Soul!"

"It's true! And it's a compliment. Besides, you know how much I love giving you oral."

It's still you. The most private part of you that no one gets to see, and it's hot, was what he had once told her when she asked why he did like pleasing her more than her pleasing him. She had never been with a man who actually liked giving her oral over her giving him a blowjob until she met Soul. The man had a nice habit of putting her first that she much enjoyed. It was a good feeling to be put first in the bedroom instead of her being expected to cater to his needs. A girl could definitely get used to that.

"I know." She side eyed his still erect dick and pouted. "I haven't even done much to you besides kiss the side."

"My dick. You can call it what it is."

She smirked. "Can I name it?"

"No! Just call it a dick like normal people, Maka."

"But that sounds so dirty and wrong."

"What else are you gonna call it?"

"Princess So–"

"No!" he cut her off. "God, you've been watching too many chick flicks."

"It's cute, and you know it!"

"Maka, you aren't naming my dick!"

"Fine," she pouted.

He laughed, and there was a short pause. The sound of the air conditioner running filled the silence of the room, and they laid there contentedly. Soul's thumbs rubbed soothing circles along her thighs, having left her rear only moments before, while Maka stared at his dick. She really did want to please her boyfriend – show him that he wasn't the only who could leave their partner a sobbing mess because of their mouth skills. There were many instances before where she had done such a thing. Of course, they weren't in this position, but what was the difference?

There wasn't any.

Maka didn't second guess herself as she pressed her lips against the side of his shaft and kissed up along it. She stuck her tongue out to lick the dip beneath his head. She sucked the flesh there with her mouth before moving up and swirling her tongue around the tip of his dick. A small grunt sounded from Soul's direction, and his thumbs stilled their movement as he focused on what she was doing.

Teasing his head, she mouthed and tongued it. She coated the tip with the precum that spilled out from her actions, and moved away to spread it across the rest of his shaft. Soul moaned as she rolled her thumb along the vein on the underside. Maka pressed harder on it when her hand moved back up his length. His hips bucked up gently as she pulled on him, and she felt her name be mumbled against her thighs, a low rumble being vibrated along her flesh. She moaned her pleasure on his dick as her core clenched and heat spread throughout her body.

"You wanna just focus on me right now?" Soul breathed out.

She licked along the length of his shaft, and drew out another main from the man between her legs. Maka found it hot and enticing. The feel of his low rumbles with each moan reverberated against her stomach and flowed through her body. Heat swirled around her lower abdomen and her core yearned to feel the same rumble against it as he ate her out. Just the mere thought of it made her moan, but if he did go back to pleasuring her, she knew she wouldn't be able to focus on him. And as much as she loved him sucking and licking on her pussy, it wasn't about her right now.

"No," she said. "It's my turn to please you."

His shaking breath coated her loins with warmth and caused a shiver to run up her spine as it hit a sensitive part within her. "Alright."

"You okay with that?"

"Yea. I'll tell you when to stop, though," he whispered. "Don't wanna cum like this."

Maka nodded and went back to working his cock.

Grasping the muscle in her hand, she moved up to get a better angle and draped her mouth over the tip to suck and lick him. Her hand worked up the length of him she couldn't reach, twists and turning as she roughly moved along his dick. Soul's grunts and moans floated down toward her, shook through her body, and she felt her nipples harden at the reaction. She wanted so desperately touch herself as each of his sounds filled the room. To move her fingers in time with her actions, pounding within her like he had done so many times before. Her hips bucked against his chest. The moisture between her thighs dripped down on top of him, and Soul must have gotten the hint because the next thing she knew, his fingers had slid within her.

She moaned as his nails curled and dragged along her walls. Her core clenched around him as he drew out another moan from her – her voice muffled by his dick – and ecstasy floated up her body. Soul's fingers buried themselves within her, his thumb circling around her clit as he continued to pleasure her. It wasn't his mouth so she was free to buck and squirm against. Her fear of suffocating or putting him in a position he wasn't comfortable with was long forgotten as he finger fucked her in time to her sucking on him.

The whole experience left her thrilled and wanting more. Each time his fingers entered her and curled along her walls, Maka wanted to feel his cock within her, sliding in and out as she grinded her hips in time with his, their bodies working together while their hands roamed across the others. She wanted to feel the dips and curves of his abs as her fingertips floated along his chest while his gripped her tits and teased her nipples. Maka wanted more than just oral pleasure; she craved the whole full length experience.

Her orgasm grew closer and closer with each of his rapid movements. His cock throbbed in her hand as her head bobbed up and down. Cum spilled out from the tip, and Maka swiped her tongue across it to taste the salty liquid. Soul's moans became louder and his fingers slowed as he neared his own release. He removed his fingers from her pussy and grabbed a fistful of her ass as he cried out her name, and his hips bucked up. A curse escaped from his lips, but before he could orgasm, Maka removed herself from his dick and sat up on his chest.

"Fuck you're good at that," he laughed.

Maka coyly glanced over her shoulder, bit down on her lip, and smiled. "I thought you didn't wanna orgasm this way."

Soul's crimson eyes were dark and lustful as he stared up at her through half-lidded eyes, but his grin was playful as he slapped her ass. "How do you want me to orgasm?"

A blush crept up Maka's flesh, and she bashfully stared down at her chest. Her blonde lashes dusted her cheeks in what she hoped was seducing before she glanced back up at him. She prayed her eyes were as dark and lustful and not as his, her jade irises giving him the same effect his own gave her. From the small bob of his Adam's apple to his still erect dick, she guessed it was working.

She swung her leg over his chest, turned around, and straddled his body so that she was facing him now. Leaning down, she trailed white hot kisses along his jawbone, and nibbled on his earlobe. Soul's low moan and grunt were music to her ears. A symphony of sounds only she was able to pull from him. It sent a wave of desire through her body, shooting down from her heart through her stomach, and down to her core. Maka arched her ass a little, and felt his dick rub against her. It was hard and warm and ready for her.

Pulling her most seductive voice, Maka whispered, "I'm gonna ride you like you ride your bulls," into his ear.

Soul gulped. "Fuck that's hot."

"Was it really?" Maka asked, moving to look at him. Her eyes searched his to make sure he wasn't lying or teasing her.

"Yea. Why would you think it wasn't?" he laughed.

"I'm not used to talking dirty like this," she mumbled. "Ive never been with someone who openly encouraged it."

He ran his hand up and down her spine, soothing fingertips brushing along her skin. "Shh, don't worry. You're really good at it. Turns me on."

"It better," she smiled.

Running his hand through her hair, Soul pulled her down for a gentle kiss. Their lips brushed against each other afterward. "We gonna fuck or keep talking?"

She felt her cheeks burn at his words, and she lightly slapped his chest. "So impatient! Can you be a little romantic?"

"I love you. You're beautiful. You have an amazing body that I would really like to see move on top of me. Is that better?"

Maka laughed and shook her head while pushing herself up into a sitting position. "You're such a pro at romance."

"Thanks, I try," he said with a toothy grin. His expression fell a little. "Do we need a condom?"

"No, I'm still on the pill so we'll be fine."

"Good cause Wes used the last one I had." Soul glared at his nightstand where she assumed the empty condom box was. "Damn bastard."

She smiled and shook her head.

Lifting her butt of his chest, she scooted back a little and wrapped her hand around his cock. She positioned herself over him, rubbed his tip along the seam of her pussy, and they both moaned at the sensation. Maka released a shaky breath as she slowly slid him inside her, taking him in little by little as her walls expanded to accommodate him. He filled her, and once she felt comfortable enough, she carefully started to grind her hips against him until she found a rhythm she was okay with.

"Eight seconds, right?"

Soul nodded. "Yep. Eight seconds."

"Okay."

Licking her lips and raising one hand, Maka rested it above her head while the other kept her stable on top of Soul. Her hips moved up and down, her abs tightened as she controlled herself, and she rode him in the way he had taught her how to ride a bull. Soul bucked against her, his own hips working against hers like a real bull in the arena treated a cowboy when it tried to buck them off. But Maka remained stable as she rocked on him. She tried to match her speed with his, tried to predict how he would move, and eventually they were moving at the same pace, in the same direction.

She watched as his lips counted down the seconds, his eyes trained on her hips as his dick slid in and out of her. His breathing was ragged and unsteady, and crimson turned darker the longer he stared. It was hot watching him as he looked at their movements and how their hips rose and fell in time with the others. Maka bit down on her lip to stifle the moan that begged to be released. Her arm grew tired as the seconds wore on. It felt like time had slowed down for them in that moment so they could both enjoy the others presence. Soul's lips formed the number eight, and he smiled.

"You're good. Soon you'll be a real cowgirl."

Maka dropped her arm, shook it to relieve the tiredness, and planted her hand on his chest next to the other one. "I have a really good teacher."

"Fuck yea you do."

Featherlight touches trailed up her thighs, her stomach, and along the underside of breasts. She arched her back into his touch has he kneaded and molded her tits, rolling her nipples with his fingers and tugging on them gently. Soul sat up to cover them with his mouth, and Maka squeaked as she fell back a little from his hips shifting beneath her. Holding onto his knees, she continued her hip grinding while his tongue flicked and sucked on her nipple. He noisily sucked on her tit – the sound feeling the room and sending chills down her spine – while his hand groped the other one.

Maka's body felt like it was on fire from the stimulation. Every time her hips dropped down to meet his, her clit rubbed against his shaft. Her lower abdomen started to grow tired with her continuous movements, but she was so close to the edge, she kept going. Hips thrusting into each other, his mouth working her tits, Maka cried and moaned out to the ceiling. A hand flew away from his knee and wound itself in his hair to press him harder on her breast. Her fucking became faster and more unstable as she grinded against him, and a shudder broke through her as her walls clenched around his dick.

She leaned into Soul who quickly wrapped his arms around her and pulled them toward the bed. His hips were slow and gradual as he slid his cock in and out of her trying to reach his own orgasm. Maka quivered in his arms as wave after wave pleasure flowed through her body like the ocean coming up to kiss the sand in a hurricane. It was strong and pleasurable. Endorphins flew through her muscles as the afterglow of sex began to take over. Soul gently kissed the side of her face while his hand soothingly caressed her back.

"Sooouuulll," she moaned against his cheek, and that was his undoing.

With one final thrust of his hips, Maka felt his hot seed fill her and his cock throb as he came inside her. Her name was hoarse as it left his lips, but it was beautiful to her ears.

They laid there for a while as they waited for their orgasms to subside. Once she felt okay to move, Maka fell on the bed beside Soul. Her chest heaved up and down as his did, and she turned to smile at him. He returned her grin and threaded his fingers through her hair to softly kiss her lips. It was chaste and quick, but she tasted sweat mixed with her as it coated his lips, reminding her of what they had been doing only moments before.

Ignoring the heat and discomfort that it brought, Maka draped her leg on his waist and pulled herself closer to him. She didn't want to think of the stench that filled the room – the smell of sex wafting around them – or the sweat that dripped off him. She wanted to remain blissful and happy for a few seconds before they both left to clean themselves off. She wanted to bask in the glow that radiated off him; wanted to enjoy the warm, fuzzy feeling he gave her as he hugged her to him and kissed the tip of her nose.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too."

"You're really good in bed."

"Thank you… I guess."

"I love having sex with you. You make the cutest noises ever." She pouted and felt his smug grin against her lips.

"You are disgusting."

"I only speak the truth."

"Yeah, yea, whatever." Maka lightly pushed him and rolled away from him. "I'd love to stay like this, but we seriously stink and your skin is gross and hot." She swung her legs over the bed and made a quick dash to the bathroom. "And I gotta pee!"

"Hurry up! I gotta go too!" he yelled after her.

Maka giggled as she closed the door behind her.

Before it closed, though, she did catch the small smile and calm look in his eyes as he had no doubt watched her ass wiggle while she ran to the bathroom. Soul was closet pervert, and she adored that most about him because he reserved for her and only for her.