Guidance

Sitting on the kitchen counter, I grip the edge, as if it’s a life preserver. He stands in front of me, naked. A bead of pre-cum clings to the shiny head of his cock. I lick my lips…fuck, I want to taste him!...but he backs away.

I try to suppress it, but a whimper escapes. I want him. I need him. I think he’s going to walk away, leave me needy, leave me to satisfy myself. Again.

But then he steps forward, pushes my knees apart, nudges his wet cock against my clit.

I moan. “Please. I need you inside me.”

“Not yet,” he says, and continues to tease my pussy. The build-up is unbearable and I rock my hips, maneuver to get his cock inside me, but he moves.

He drops to his knees, shoves my thighs apart, leans forward and clamps his mouth on my pussy. Relentless, he feasts like a starved animal, his tongue drilling against my clit until I cum hard.

I’m still panting, pulsing from the orgasm, when he shoves my knees back, drags his tongue between my pussy lips. He eases a finger into my cunt, pulls out, then presses two fingers in. He slides them in and out, slow and easy.

Greedy need pulses through me and I wrap my hands around my knees, pull my thighs wider.

“That’s it, baby,” he groans and spreads my lips apart to suck at my clit.

I love when he does this and I cum again, chanting “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

He kisses my mouth, and I can taste my own salty goodness on his lips. He stands back, though his cock still presses against my pussy.

I thrust against him, but he shifts again. Frustrated, I grab his cock, wrap my fist around it in a death grip. He closes his eyes, groans, pushes into my fist.

Triumphant, I shove his thick cock into my cunt, wrap my legs around his waist.

“Hard and fast,” I tell him.

Digging his fingers into my hips, he obeys and slams into me over and over, until I cum. My pussy is still quivering when he gives one final thrust and shoots deep inside me.