Falling Down(125)

I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking from base to tip once, twice, three times, then lean forward to swirl my tongue around the head. He groans and reaches out to thread his fingers through my hair, getting frustrated at the messy bun, carefully removing the hair bands from my hair. He runs his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp a few seconds and I moan around his cock as I take him deeper into my mouth. Finally he's able to thread his fingers into my hair, giving a gentle tug, controlling my movements when I go too fast for his liking.
I reach down to cup his balls, gently rolling them in my hand, pulling a groan from him. His fingers tighten in my hair and I suck him harder. He pulls my hair until I lift my head and his dick slides free with a pop.
"What's wrong?" I ask, hoping I didn't do anything wrong. I'm no pro at blow jobs but I thought I did pretty good last time I gave him one.
He shakes his head and smirks. "Nothing." He reaches down and with both hands under my armpits, pulls me up so I'm straddling his lap. "I just don't want to come that way. Not now anyway."
"Well, the way I see it, you could come in my mouth now and then come inside me later. I mean, I know for a fact you don't require much recovery time." Bless the man. He's got amazing stamina, an enormous cock, and the ability to be ready for the next round within fifteen minutes. He is, as he told me once, a sex god, but I will never ever admit this to him. His head is big enough as it is--both of them.
"I'll wait," he says, his hand trailing down my abdomen, his fingers between my legs, and then he touches me. Using just a fingertip, he lightly traces my slit, then back, back to my opening where he circles softly.
"You're always so wet for me."
"Unh," is the best I can do when he slides a finger inside.
"You doing alright? Not too much pain?"
I shake my head. "Ibuprofen, oh my God, Jesse," I gasp when he slides a second finger in, immediately hitting my sweet spot.
He smirks bigger, his dimple winking at me again. I have to. I lean forward and lick his dimple.
"There's my girl," he says.
"Mmm," I love your dimples. "They're so sexy."
"Yeah?"
"Mhmm," I moan when his thumb begins circling my clit. I dip my tongue into the other dimple then press my lips to it in a soft kiss. What he's doing to me, oh my… I can't hold still. My hips lift and lower, riding his hand, pushing his fingers deeper into me, his thumb pressing harder against my clit.
"Your *'s so hot. I can feel you tightening around my fingers but, baby," he says pulling his fingers out from inside me. I gasp. "I don't want you to come yet."
I groan in frustration. "That's so mean."



Chapter Twenty-One
Jesse
"Did you really think just because you were on top you would have control?" I ask her. She just gives me a look. "You really should know better by now. You'll come when I say you can come."
"But--"
"But nothing. Now move up here so my tongue can finish what my fingers started." There is no coming for her until I'm ready for her to come and her coming on my fingers just isn't enough right now. I need to taste her. I need her to come on my tongue, my face. I want her to scream and beg for more. Oh yeah, she'll be begging before I'm done. Top or bottom, it doesn't matter to me. I demand control in the bedroom. She knows it. From the pout on her lips, she'd been hoping I'd let her have control so she could come.
"Lucy, move up here. Now." My tone leaves no room for argument and she lifts to her knees, sliding her wet * along my chest. I hold in the groan threatening to slip through my lips.