I can feel myself falling into Brett. Each wave of pleasure takes me a little closer to the place where I lose myself completely and become one with him. I am afraid to go there, but Brett isn’t relenting. He isn’t giving me a get out of jail free card this time. He’s telling me, with his tongue, that we’re in this now. That we’re not going to be holding back.
Still, he teases me, alternating between a firm sideways movement that brings me to the edge, and then a light, lapping motion that eases me back towards the start line. My head is spinning, my insides are clenching, my nerves are screaming in sweet pain. My body craves release and I fear I will go crazy if this lasts much longer. That wouldn’t be so bad though. Being driven to the depths of madness by Brett’s tongue sounds quite appealing and I let myself slip closer to losing control.
Brett is back to lapping at me gently.
I moan with frustration, my hands making fists where they lay against the couch, right up behind my head. I can feel my nails making half moon shaped indents on my palms. I make a whimpering sound, begging him with my mind to bring me the release I so desperately crave, but Brett’s touch is still light, his teasing still going on, and I can’t do this any longer. “Oh my God, Brett please,” I whimper.
He leaves his tongue in place on my clit, but it stops moving and I feel his head brush my thighs as he lifts it.
I lift my head and meet his blazing eyes. “Make me come,” I whisper, my cheeks on fire.
He sinks back down and kisses my clit, a soft kiss that makes me moan once more.
“Please,” I whimper.
My words seem to reach him and he sucks my clit roughly into his mouth, nipping it gently between his teeth. At the same time, he pushes his fingers into my dripping wet pussy and begins to massage my g-spot. He rubs his fingers over it, working me and then he mashes my clit between his tongue and the ridged roof of his mouth.
I have never felt anything quite like it, the intensity is too much and yet, I want more. As my orgasm hits me, I feel my body going rigid, my back being dragged from the couch, arching almost in two. I can’t breathe, I can’t think, and for a moment, my eyes roll back in my head and I can’t see anything but blackness, the scattered red dots of my heartbeat pulsing through it.
Wave after wave of ecstasy courses through my veins and I feel like I am about to explode. My clit is singing, my pussy clenching so tightly I can feel the knuckles on Brett’s fingers as I slowly come back to myself, my eyes rolling back into place.
A rush of hot liquid floods from me, drenching Brett’s hand and wrist. He stands up and my pussy craves him instantly, even as his fingers are slipping out of me I want him to push them back in.
Brett looks down on me, his eyes drinking me in as he brings his fingers to his mouth and literally drinks me in once more.
I feel my stomach clench, my clit pulse. I have had the most intense orgasm of my life, but I still want more—still need more. I need Brett’s cock inside of me, filling me up, making us one.
Brett smiles down at me as I shuffle back off the arm of the couch and lay flat on its length. He doesn’t waste any time. He positions his body over mine and plunges his cock into me, filling me with his essence, overwhelming my senses as my body reacts to the sudden fullness between my legs.
He kisses me as he begins to thrust into me, and in that moment I know I can never let him go. I push the thoughts away, as Brett fills me up and stretches me out, making my body his, making all of me his. He pumps into me, hard and fast, making me cry out his name as my body responds to him, dragging me into another orgasm that is so intense it’s almost painful.
I hear him groaning my name as he comes with me, our juices mixing together. My pussy clenches, holding his spurting cock in place inside of me and I cry out with an unintelligible, almost alien sound.
Brett gazes deep into my eyes as his orgasm starts to recede. He kisses me again and then he pushes himself off me.
I instantly miss the warmth of his body, the closeness between us.
“I’ll be back in a moment,” he says, his voice husky, still full of sex. He disappears through the mystery door.
I sit up and smile to myself. I guess I don’t need to know what’s behind that door to appreciate Brett’s skills after all.
He comes back quickly, wearing a pair of shorts. He’s carrying an oversized t-shirt that he holds out to me. “I thought maybe you’d want something a little more comfortable to wear while we eat dinner. Assuming you’re still hungry.” He smiles.
Smiling back at him, I take the t-shirt. “I’m starving,” I say, as I pull the t-shirt over my head and slip my arms into it. I stand up on slightly shaky legs and follow Brett towards the kitchen. The t-shirt is like a dress on me, covering me to mid thigh, and as I walk, it slips off one shoulder. I leave it there, liking the idea of reminding Brett of what’s underneath it.
He gestures for me to sit at the table.
I sit down, wincing slightly as my still tender pussy meets the hard seat of the chair. I watch Brett as he moves
