le petit mort [1/1]
He ponders only momentarily on how it got to this point -- how some pseudo-innocent kissing and groping evolved so sneakily into a whole new monster -- before his mind wanders elsewhere. He looks down at the hand splayed flat against the rigid fabric of his jeans, fingers curled ever-so-slightly, the ball of her hand applying just enough pressure to get him to jump out of his skin.
She smiles as she moves her hand upward and takes hold of the button of his jeans, working them open with a quiet pop and undoing the zipper. He lifts his hips so that she can bring them down his legs and off his feet then settles and leans back on his hands, half-hoping she can’t see the way he’s almost trembling with anticipation.
He’s somehow only semi-hard but it’s visible against the thin fabric of his briefs, laying flat and prominent against the ridge of his thigh. He exhales with a long puff of air between plump lips as she mouths at his clothed erection, the moist heat emanating from her mouth and the swift licks of her tongue causing him to grow harder by the second. She pulls down the waistband of his briefs until only the head is exposed, and he inhales sharply as she trails her tongue along the ridge and up until it dips into the slit beading with precum. He shudders then, and in the same instant that he wishes for it she begins to divest him of his underwear and takes his cock into her hand.
They gaze at each other, silently, as she pumps his cock up and down, slowly, trying to get him as hard as he can possibly be. He gently pushes her hand off and replaces it with his own, leaving her to watch in anticipation of his next move. Not after too long, she can’t help herself; to his delight, one of her hands disappears into her panties and a quiet moan leaves her mouth.
“Come here,” he whispers, using his free hand to beckon for her. She leans in, lips slightly parted, and he gently presses his cock to her mouth and she allows it. He lets her take over, now; he sits back and watches as she sucks him and grips his cock and plays with herself all at once.
Her eyes flutter closed and so do his, head tipped back in perfect agony. Her mouth is warm and wet and perfect, he thinks, and he’s sure that any other pleasure would remain unmatched to this. The blast of cool air as she removes her mouth to lap at the tip and work him in her hands feels good, and she feels good, but it would feel so much better if he were endlessly wrapped in her warmth. As if she can read his mind, she takes him back in again, this time slowly, as if trying to eat him whole.
He hisses as his cock hits the back wall of her throat, and as he admires her beauty he sees tears drip from beneath her closed eyes. She gags and quickly pulls back, grinning with teeth as if to reassure him that her tears aren’t from regret or even joy, but more so the result of wanting to please him. He silently accepts that as he fills her smile once again, lips wrapped tight around him.
He brushes her hair up off of her forehead so that he can see all of her, then moves that hand behind her head and caresses the nape of her neck. She stares up at him, eyes all wide and lovestruck, and he manages a smile as his breath hitches in his chest. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmurs before squeezing his eyes tight and groaning as her tongue brushes against a particularly sensitive spot. She hums around him and he narrows his eyes and bites his lip appreciatively, trying his very hardest not to buck up into her mouth.
It’s at this point that he whispers, begs for her to stop, and as he lays back he pulls her along by the hand. He pulls her other hand out of her underwear and brings the fingers to his lips, sucking off the remnants of her wetness, then replaces her hand with his and grips at his cock. With the same speed he uses to stroke himself he fucks her with his fingers, his eyes perpetually focused on her face as her eyes close and her mouth drops open and she begins to pant. “That feels so fucking good,” she breathes as she grinds her hips down onto his fingers, a shrill gasp escaping between clenched teeth as he hits that spot inside of her.
He can feel himself growing closer and closer just watching her writhe and listening to her cuss and moan and gasp, but she finishes before him, shaking and twitching and moaning as she rides out her orgasm. He slips his fingers out of her and she moves back down to his cock, staring up at him from under hooded eyelids, mouth open.
And that’s enough to finish him off; with a loud groan and an arch of his back he cums in his hand, on his stomach, into her mouth. He only barely feels it when she lays down on top of him and initiates a kiss, what with the way his body is buzzing and he feels as if he’s floating outside of his own body.
(for emmi ^^)