It's All Relative(7)
Tucking her hands behind herself, she popped open her bra; it took a couple of tries with her numb fingers. When the material was loose, he paused to rip it off her, then turned his attention to her other breast. Moaning, “Yes,” she clutched his head to her.
With a satisfied groan, he left her breast and started heading south. She arched her back and pushed his head down, wanting what he was suggesting; just the thought made her feel like she was about to climax. Her drunk mind spoke her body’s wishes. “Yes, do it…I want you to taste me.”
He paused with his lips against her belly, his hands clenching her hips. “Damn, that’s hot,” he muttered into her soft flesh.
Not feeling the embarrassment she might have felt sober, she pushed his head again, urging him to keep going. With a soft curse, he harshly ripped off her underwear. He kissed her calves as he pulled the material off her, but he left the heels on. Jessie loved that. Breathing heavily, his beautiful eyes full of wanton lust, he watched as she squirmed on the mattress. Wanting him to continue touching her, she ran her hands down her front, squeezing the breasts he’d placed so much attention on earlier. Do it…
His eyes flared with passion, then he settled himself between her thighs. As she dug her heel into his leg, he ran his tongue up her core. Jessie cried out as waves of bliss washed over her. Before closing her eyes and succumbing to the euphoria, she noticed that the tattoo around his collarbone curved up and over his shoulder, ending in a tribal design that extended all the way down his shoulder blade. God, that’s hot.
That marvelous tongue in that beautiful boy’s mouth brought her right to the edge of releasing, as he sucked, stroked and teased her into near oblivion. Pushing him away before she toppled over the edge, Jessie aggressively shoved him all the way to his back. His breath heavy, he let her take control without complaint. Starting at his neck, she gave his body the exact same attention he’d just given her. When her lips were firmly wrapped around his glorious manhood, he cried out and clutched her hair.
She brought him to the edge of releasing. When he was rocking against her and moaning in a rhythm she recognized, she removed her mouth and pulled back. She took a second to enjoy the firm body lying before her; his head was tilted back as he recovered his breath, and his marvelous eyes were firmly closed. Just as he was opening them to look at her, Jessie crawled onto his lap and pushed herself down on top of him. A surprised gasp left his lips, but it quickly shifted into an erotic sound of satisfaction. Jessie closed her eyes as a similar noise escaped her. The feel of all that length and width inside her was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Even drunk, she appreciated it.
Their hips moved together automatically, slowly at first, then steadily increased to a fierce rhythm full of drive and purpose. Jessie leaned back on his thighs, exposing as much of her body to him as she could. His fingers reached up to explore her; one hand cupped her breast, while the other slid down to where they were connected. As he drove into her, his thumb rubbed small circles against her core. The erotic sounds releasing from Jessie were uncontrollable. She knew she was close; she could feel the pressure building to a glorious breaking point with every stroke. She shifted her hips, to feel more of him against her, and instantly cried out as she was suddenly struck by a deep, intense climax. She rode out the sensation with tiny groans of pleasure; it was the most powerful, satisfying orgasm she’d ever had. Ten times more than Jeremy had ever given her. She felt like her entire body was trembling.
As she came down, he sat up under her, grabbed her thighs, and pushed her up and over. With a grunt and a couple of readjustments, he had her back to the mattress. Resting on top of her, he drove into her again with a needy groan. Wanting him to experience the joy she’d just had, Jessie met him thrust for thrust, and even though she was drunk on alcohol and an amazing orgasm, she enjoyed the sensation of their joined bodies rocking apart and coming together.
As he panted heavily in her ear, Jessie trailed her fingers through his dark hair. The pleasure slowly started building again, and as Jessie wondered if she could orgasm twice, she let her head roll off the edge of the mattress. From her vantage point, she could see their tangled, naked bodies reflected back to her in a television set nearby. She watched their bodies move together, watched his face as he approached his climax. It was an incredibly erotic sight, and she felt her body quickly responding. Yes, she could come twice.
Like he knew he was being watched, his eyes drifting to hers in the TV. “Are you watching us?” he murmured, his voice tight. She groaned and smiled, and he dropped his head to her shoulder. “Jesus, that’s hot.”
Jessie continued her voyeurism, feeling and watching the way his body shifted as he drove into her. It was mesmerizing and overwhelming, and she couldn’t take much more; she was close again. So very, very close. Needing just a little push to get her over the edge, she moved her hips harder under his. He groaned against her shoulder, his hand on her waist encouraging her vigor, then he sucked in a quick breath. “God, I’m close.” His voice was tight as he added, “Yes…I’m…yes…”
He let it trail off, and Jessie grabbed his head, bringing his eyes back to hers. “Say it,” she panted, again shocked at her own aggressiveness. Hard alcohol did surprising things to her.
He opened his mouth, and his beautiful face broke into a look that men only got when they were about to release. On most, it wasn’t that appealing. On him…it was breathtaking. “Oh God…I’m coming…” Then he let out a series of low groans as his hips slowed over hers.