“You want it?”
“I want it bad,” I told him. He grinned again and slid the ice cube into my palm. I took it and began to rub it across his chest. He lay back into the couch while I leaned down and let my tongue follow the trail of the ice. He still had his hands around both of my breasts and as I ran the ice cube across one of his nipples, he began to squeeze and pinch harder. When his nipple was standing at rapt attention I leaned down again and began to suck the cool water off of it. He moaned and shivered. “Are you getting cooler now?” I asked him.
“A little,” he said in a strangled voice. I put the cube into my mouth and ran it across his belly with my tongue. At the same time, I was unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. When I got them undone, he lifted his hips and let me pull them down to his ankles as I slid down to my knees. I reached up and grabbed the top of his boxers and pulled them down. His throbbing hard cock snapped free and I took hold of it with both hands. “Oh fuck!”
I felt his body jerk as I slid my hands up and down the shaft. Then I leaned in and pressed my cold tongue against the tip of it. He nearly jumped off the couch as he cried out, “Oh my God! Fuck!” I wrapped my cold lips around his cock then and let it slide into my mouth. I let my tongue keep swirling around the head of it as I took him in further, all the way to the back of my throat.
“Oh Jesus, Alexa!” He had both of his hands wrapped up in my hair, guiding me now up and down as his cock slid in and out of my mouth. He was moving his hips up and down and moaning loudly. I loved knowing that I was turning him on and making him feel good. He let me suck on him for a while until I felt his cock become harder and swell in my mouth. He used my hair to pull me off of him. His cock fell out with a “pop” sound and slapped against his belly. “I don’t want to cum yet,” he said. He pulled me back up into his lap and kissed me deeply. His naked, hard cock was pressed up against the wet spot on my panties and I could feel him moving underneath me, rubbing it back and forth.
He broke the kiss, sat up and flipped me so that I was lying down on the other side of the couch. He grabbed hold of my panties and pulled them off of me and then he pushed the skirt up out of the way. He moved down so his face was between my legs and then he just sat there, looking at my pussy. I giggled. I could feel his warm breath against me and it tickled.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“Just taking in the sights,” he said.
“Do you like what you see?”
“Very much,” he said, pressing his lips to my outer ones. I shuddered and my legs opened slightly wider as if of their own free will. He replaced his mouth with one of his fingers and he let it lazily trace the outline of my lips. I flinched every time he touched me. I was so wet and I wanted him so bad that it was like sweet torture. He finally let his finger slide down my slit and open me up. I felt his breath on my swollen clit then as he blew across it.
“Oh my God!” I said again, for lack of anything better to say. I was squirming, so he reached up and grabbed my hips in both of his hands and held me where he wanted me. Then I felt his tongue press against me and slowly lick up and down, each time brushing lightly across my engorged clit. He was taking his time, languidly making his way across my outer lips again. Wetness pooled between my legs as he let one finger slip into me. He moved it around inside of me while his tongue delved into my outer folds. He was tasting me and massaging what had to be my g-spot with his finger. I swear, I thought my head was going to explode as he slipped a second finger in. He let another drop down and trace a slow path around my anus. He didn’t put it in me, he just pressed down on it while he continued to torture me with his tongue. I gasped and moaned and writhed and bucked. It all felt so fucking good.
I had his head in my hands and when I felt myself getting close, I pressed him tighter into me and began moving my hips faster. He opened his eyes and looked at me and that was when the force of the orgasm hit me. If I wasn’t lying down, it would have literally knocked me off my feet. I cried out and held his head in place until I was able to relax. When I let go, he kissed his way up my body, back to my lips. I shoved my tongue into his mouth and tasted myself there. The heady sensation of my scent on his lips caused me to become instantly aroused again. His body was on top of mine now, slowly moving, grinding himself against me. He moaned into my mouth and I could tell that he needed release. I began to inch my body down, sliding against the slick sweat that had coated both of us. I kissed and licked on my way down and I felt him lift his hips up higher, just before I reached his cock. I didn’t take it in slow this time. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked him in hard. The tip of his cock landed at the back of my throat.
“Holy shit, Alexa. Fuck!” I was sucking hard and moving my head up and down, letting his cock almost pull all the way out before I slammed my mouth back down and sucked him all the way in again. His fingers were in my hair. He was pulling it hard and it was turning me on. I was like an animal with only one thing on my mind. “Alexa, fuck baby! You have to stop. Oh shit that feels so good.”
I let my lips slide all the way down again and this time I tipped my head back and let it advance down into my throat. He shuddered almost violently and his eyes were rolling back into his head. He was turning me on by being turned on. He took it as long as he could, moving his hips up and down as I took his cock in and out. Finally he used his hands to pull me off of him. His face was flushed and he was breathing hard. He reached down and touched my face. He caressed my cheek with his fingers and the intimacy of that was another turn-on for me. He was staring into my eyes while he did it, like he had something important to say. I pulled the top half of my body up and pressed my mouth to his ear.
“Are you cool yet?”
“Not even close,” he said. “I’m on fire.”
Chapter Twelve
Alexa
Ian slid my body off of his so that I was lying in front of him on the couch. He had me in a spoon position and it felt so good to lay there like that nestled in his arms. I could feel him slowly moving his hips, grinding that hard cock into my ass cheeks. He slid a hand down over the curve of my hip and in seconds his fingers were in my pussy. Instead of moving them in and out, he massaged against the walls of it. He started out slow, but it only took him seconds to speed up. He had three fingers inside of me and I was doing my best to ride his hand, grinding my pussy against him, shocked a little bit by my own behavior. Ian seemed turned on by it, and that was all that mattered to me at the moment. His fingers felt incredible but I needed more. I wanted his cock.
“I need you inside of me Ian,” I said in a raspy voice.
He pulled his hand up and wrapped his arm across my breasts as he reached down for his jeans. He pulled out his wallet and flipped it open. I held onto it for him so he could pull out the gold-wrapped condom. He pulled me up slightly and I felt him resting against my thigh as he rolled the condom on. When he finished, I felt his cock slide down between my legs. The tip of it was resting against my opening and I was pressing back against it, desperately wanting him inside of me. His mouth was against my ear and he said, “You want that baby?”
“God yes. I want it so bad, Ian.”
“Okay baby, whatever you want. Whenever you want it.”
“I want your cock inside of me. Now.”
He granted my wish and when I felt him sliding into me at last, I almost screamed. I ground my hips back against him and he moved his own hips so his cock slid in and out of me. He would let it glide all the way in until he hit bottom before pulling it back out. With his mouth still against me he said, “Fuck baby girl, you feel so good. So fucking good.”
I tried to tell him he felt good too, but it all came out in a big, breathless gasp. He had his hand on my breasts now, moving it back and forth between them, twisting and turning first one and then the other nipple. I needed something to do with my hands so I reached one back behind both of us and grabbed one of his cheeks. I loved the way it felt, flexing and un-flexing as he worked himself in
and out of me, gradually picking up his pace, making all kind of sexy sounds. I let my other hand slide down my own belly and I found my clit. I was moving and rocking against him now while I massaged my clit. I reached a little further down and opened my fingers, letting the shaft of his cock slide between them.
“Oh holy fuck!” Oh God, Alexa!” He moved the hand that was on my breasts down and put it flat against my pelvis. He started thrusting faster then while he held me in place.
“Oh yeah, baby!” I slid my fingers back up to my clit and rubbed it while he fucked me. He was gasping and I was panting and the sounds of our hips slapping together was hot, but I still wanted more.
“Ian?”
“Yeah baby?”
“Can I get on top?” He stopped thrusting and started laughing. He rolled back onto his back and when I straddled him and situated myself over his cock he was still shaking slightly with laughter.
“What’s so funny?” I asked him as I used my hand to slide his cock up and down along my soaking wet slit.
“You,” he said. “You’re so damned cute. We’re in the throes of passion and you politely ask me to change positions. I fucking love that.” I felt my face go hot and he laughed again. He reached up and moved my hair off my face and said, “And now you’re blushing. God Alexa…you’re something baby. Put me back inside of you.”
I guided him inside of me and when he was there, I pushed down and he lifted his hips. His hands were on my thighs, massaging them softly while I got adjusted. He slid them down as he moved in and out of me again, slowly. He still had ahold of my thighs as he let his thumbs brush against my clit.
“Oh fuck!”
I started riding him then, bouncing up and down on him and taking him in as deep as I could. He was rubbing my clit and I was probably alerting all of the neighbors with my noises but I didn’t care. If my head actually exploded, I wouldn’t care because what he was doing to me would be worth it.
He raised his head up and caught one of my bouncing tits in his mouth. He took the nipple between his lips first and then he nipped it with his teeth. I cried out loudly again and then I felt it, I was going to cum again.
“I’m gonna cum Ian.”
“Yeah baby, cum for me,” he said. God, his voice was just too fucking sexy!
“Ahh! I’m cumming baby!”
“Oh yeah baby girl. Cum for me.” He was moving his hips and as soon as he felt me clench onto him tightly he rammed up into me, hitting bottom again. I screamed and I came and then I collapsed into his chest. He was still moving his hips, slowly, riding me through it. He slid his hands up to my back and held me, whispering against my ear. “You feel so good baby girl. You make me feel so good.”
I lifted my head up off of his chest and looked at his face. “You’re beautiful,” I told him. He chuckled and said, “So are you.”
“I want you to cum too.”
He grinned and said, “I planned on it. I was letting you rest.”
“I’m rested,” I told him. He kissed me hard on the lips and then he said, “Get up on your knees and grab onto the back of the couch.” I moved and he climbed out from under me. I felt him standing behind me then. He laid a hand on the small of my back and pushed down on it gently. I arched it for him and he slid his cock back inside of me. “Hold on, baby,” he whispered before he started moving again. He had ahold of both of my hips and I had ahold of the back of the couch. He started moving faster and harder. Each thrust went deeper and I felt the hands on my waist begin to shake as he pounded me. Our bodies were slapping together and he was making grunting noises. I felt like I was going to cum again. I felt my pussy clench down tightly on his cock again and he let out a long, loud moan before yelling out my name. He moved his hands up to my shoulders and pushed down on them so every inch of him was against me and our bodies melded into each other as we both came.
He kept rocking slowly for a few seconds and then he finally collapsed on top of me. We lay like that for a few minutes until I absolutely couldn’t breathe. He lifted up and I rolled out from underneath him. While he was lifted up, he slipped off the condom. He rested back on his knees and tied it and then he tossed it into a small wastebasket nearby. He lay back down on his back then and I curled up into his side. He draped his arm around me and pulled me into him.
“God Alexa…you’re the sexiest woman on the planet.” We lay there like that for a long time. I thought he’d fallen asleep so I was surprised by the sound of his voice when he said, “Will you stay with me tonight?”
I wanted to stay forever. I nodded and he smiled. I think I may have wanted him again already. I was turning into some kind of sex fiend. I had just never felt this way about anyone before.
“You wanna take a shower with me?” he asked.
“Um…I’ve never taken a shower with anyone before.”
He laughed and then lowering his voice into a conspiratorial whisper he said, “I’ve seen you naked so it’s okay.”
I poked him in the ribs and said, “Now who’s the smart ass?”
“Let’s take a shower. I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
“You won’t even touch me to wash my back?”
He let one foot drop off the couch. Before he swung the other one down he said, “Nope, not even if you beg me.”
It was my turn to laugh. “I just might,” I said.
******
By the time I got to the bathroom, Ian had the water warmed up and the steam was already filling the little room. He was still fully naked…we both were. I wasn’t ashamed of my body, but I wasn’t used to walking around nude with another person either. So, although we just had some amazing sex, I was a little bit shy about it. I surmised that Ian must like it. He was already at half-mast again.
“After you,” he said when it was ready.
I stepped underneath the warm water. It felt really good. I felt Ian slip in behind me. I stood there for a minute, slicking my hair back and getting my body wet and then I changed places with him. He wet his hair and body and then reached for the shelf behind me to get the soap. He leaned in for a kiss as he did and I felt his erection brush against my hip. He wasn’t just at half anything anymore. He pulled his arm back and instead of producing a bar of soap, he pulled me up against him and kissed me again. I ran my hands down his back and to his cheeks. I squeezed and massaged them as we kissed and the warm water cascaded across us. He had one hand on the small of my back and I felt him slide it down and grab my ass. His other hand was on the back of my head, holding me in place as we kissed. He pulled me harder into him and I let out a gasp as his hard cock stabbed me in the side.
He stepped back and grinned at me.
“I guess we should wash up.”
“Maybe we should,” I said. He wasn’t the only one who was horny again. How could I not be? I was in the shower naked with a hot guy. He reached behind me again and this time he produced a bar of green, very manly smelling soap. Oh well, at least I would be clean. I started soaping up and Ian watched me. I felt kind of like one of those girls who work in the gentleman’s clubs. Every so often, especially when I ran the soap over my breasts, Ian would slide his palm downward and touch himself. The soft glow of the dim light in the bathroom and all of the steam made it feel like we were in a dream. I finished soaping up the front and handed Ian the soap.
“Can you do my back?”
“Was that begging? If it was you’re not very good at this.”
I laughed and said, “Please Ian. Please, oh please wash my back.”
“Better.”
He took the sponge and the soap from my hand and rubbed the soap into it before he started washing my back. He ran the sponge across my shoulders and then he began to wash in tiny, sensual circles, working his way down. When he reached my butt he rinsed the sponge again and then actually knelt down and began washing my thighs down to my feet. He worked his way back up the other leg and when he was on his feet, he handed me the soap. I rubbed it hard between my palms and when the
y were all soapy, I began running my hands over his chest and across his shoulders. I let them glide down his arms and then back up again. I moved slowly down his body, across his stomach and the top of his pelvic area. With the soap still in my hands I gently ran it up and down his hard cock a few times. Then I took his balls into my hands and washed them slowly, causing him to moan and grab onto the shower door for support. I sat the soap down on the shelf over the showerhead and used two hands. I had one hand on his cock, stroking the soap up and down, and the other slick and soapy, washing and gently massaging his balls. His cock was rock hard now and I could feel it pulsating in my hand. I leaned in for a kiss and while his tongue and mine danced I stroked him. I was only stroking it gently, but it was growing and getting harder in my hand. He closed his eyes and moaned. He had one hand on the wall and the other on my hip for support. His leg was up on the side and it gave me much better access.
I stroked him like that for a while, enjoying the look of pure and simple ecstasy on his face as I did. Finally he reached down and took my hand away from his cock and with his hands back on my hips he turned me to face away from him. Then I felt his arms wrap me up. He put his left hand over my shoulder and down between my breasts. The other one slid all the way down and found my opening. I shuddered violently as he brushed his fingertips against my clit. His mouth had found my neck again and was licking and kissing and sucking. The position I was currently in left me at his mercy…and I loved it. He moved his big arm and with his left hand he found my hard nipples. He began squeezing and pulling at them. He was flexing and thrusting his hips into me, and the feel of his hard cock against my ass made me moan. He slid his hand down again and now as I writhed against him, he slid his wet fingers back into my wet pussy. I arched my back and pushed further back into him and wiggled. Maybe I’m a pervert, but I was ready for another round.
He put his mouth close and whispered, “Can I put it in without a raincoat?”
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