by Vivien Vale
I crawl onto the bed again, straddling her but the wrong way around so that her head is between my legs. I dip my head again and lick her pussy. She gets the idea without me telling her we’re going to do sixty-nine. She takes my cock into her mouth, and I have to concentrate to lick her and have her suck me at the same time without affecting how well I’m taking care of her.
Kylie
Wes is on top of me, but I don’t feel pinned or trapped. I love it when he takes control like this. We’ve been through a lot together, and a part of me feels vulnerable. Losing my job, getting it back again, being humiliated and having Wes declare his love for me – all in one day – takes its toll on my emotions. But he told me he loves me, and I believe him. He makes me feel safe because I know now he’s serious about me and I’m serious about him, too.
His cock is in my mouth, but I’m struggling to concentrate on sucking him off the way I usually do because his mouth is on my clit, licking and sucking. My body shudders involuntarily, and I squirm beneath him. When I’m lying straight, his cock is thick and long in my mouth and when he bucks his hips slightly – he’s careful not to do it too much – he pushes down my throat. Once he’s past my soft pallet, I don’t have the urge to gag.
He pumps into me slowly, fucking my mouth while he eats me out and it’s hot.
I move my head to the side now and then when I need air. The more he licks me and sucks on my clit the closer I get to an orgasm, and I can’t concentrate on what I’m doing anymore. I abandon his cock and close my eyes. Wes’s body hovers over mine, and I can feel his heat, but I’m focused on the sensation between my legs, the muscles clenching at my core.
I’m buzzing. Blood rushes in my ears, and I forget about everything around us. For a while, it’s just me and Wes and what he’s doing to my body. I’m on my back beneath him, legs spread wide for him and he licks at me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.
The orgasm creeps closer, and I moan louder and louder. I love when I’m at his place, and I don’t have to be quiet. I’m not a quiet person in bed. It’s something I’ve learned about myself, and I know that no matter how hard I try, I’ll never be able to be completely quiet.
Wes knows this about me, and he seems to love it unless we’re in a place where I need to be quiet. He doesn’t hesitate to remind me.
I stop thinking again. The orgasm gets bigger and bigger. My body goes numb, and I can feel the heat between my legs. It’s building, becoming larger and larger. I’m filling up like a cup of hot water, and soon I’m going to spill over.
Wes doesn’t mind that I’m not sucking him off the way he intended when he crawled over me into this position. He seems more than happy to keep at it, licking my pussy, sucking my clit. I gasp and squirm, my breathing coming out in erratic bursts. I reach up and wrap my arms around his thighs.
The orgasm washes over me moments later, and I cry out. I tighten my arms around his legs as my body spasms, and my muscles clench throughout my body. My legs close around his head but he’s relentless, his tongue lapping at me even though I’m pinching him between my legs. I move my hips back and forth, fucking his mouth, his tongue.
When the orgasm subsides, I breathe hard, and I’m suddenly sensitive. I squirm, and Wes seems to know because he lifts himself up and off me. I lie on the bed, gasping, in a puddle of sweat and cum.
“Oh, my God,” I breathe, and Wes smiles at me. His smile is full of potential.
Wes lies down on the bed next to me. I turn my head to him, and he kisses me, first a peck and then with tongue. The kiss doesn’t last very long. He puts his hand on my hip and turns me onto my side so that my back is toward him. He runs his hand along the contours of my body, tracing my curves. I turn my head and look up at him. He’s studying my body like he hasn’t seen me naked before.
His cock is hard and smooth, all at the same time and he presses it against my ass cheeks. I shudder. The thick flesh is hot, and I want it inside of me.
I back up, pressing my ass into his crotch and wiggle it. He gets the idea. His hand is on my ass cheek, and he squeezes it before he guides himself to my entrance.
I’m very wet, and when he pushes into me, he slides in with little effort. I’m tight after orgasming, and I’m sensitive, but it’s pure pleasure, and I moan as he slides into me. I lean forward a little bit more so that I’m at an angle to his body. He slides in and out easier this way. Wes picks up the pace and starts fucking me. His hips move, and I can feel him as he pushes into me harder and harder. His balls don’t slap against my ass, yet, but I can feel them when he slides into me.
He’s larger than usual because of how tight I am. The friction is fantastic, and I’m aware of how big he is and how well he handles himself. He puts his one hand on my shoulder and the other hand on my hip, holding me in place. When he does, he picks up his pace and pumps into me harder and harder.
I cry out, gasping and moaning loudly. He slides in and out of me with slippery strokes, and I’m getting an echo of the orgasm. My eyes are squeezed shut, and I have the sheets on his bed bunched in my hands as something to hold onto while he fucks me in the spooning position.
His hand moves from my hip, sliding up my body. He finds my tit and squeezes it. His fingers find my nipple, and he pinches it lightly, rolling me between his fingers in the way that he usually does. It feels good every time, and I gasp.
Wes stops moving, his cock still inside of me and leans his body against mine. It pushes me forward so that I’m lying on my stomach. When he rolls onto me, he’s still inside of me. There’s something very intimate about Wes covering my entire body with his and the weight that comes with it. He doesn’t put his full weight on me, obviously, but I feel the pressure is just right. When he starts moving his hips again, sliding in and out of me, his weight on my back pushes the air out of my lungs along with the rhythm he’s building in my pussy.
The strokes are slow and languid, and he grazes against my G-spot every time. It’s just this side of uncomfortable – the G-spot usually is – but I love the sensation. My face is pressed half into the mattress, and I’m helpless. It’s a turn on. He’s in complete control, and he can do anything to me.
The thrill comes from the idea that he could, but I know that he won’t. I trust him that much.
He fucks me like this for a while, rocking his body back and forth on mine. The motion creates a deep, heavy breathing that he matches in my ear, and I shiver with his hot breath against my skin. He runs his hand down the side of my body, and it tickles a little. I squirm, but when I do he pushes deeper into me, and it’s like a little game. He tries to get me to squirm, and I try not to. When I do, he pounds into me harder, which is really what I want, anyway. It’s a win-win for the both of us.
After a while, Wes pushes himself up so that his body weight isn’t on me anymore. He pulls my hips up with his hand and positions a pillow beneath my hips, but it’s further down than I think it should be. I’m about to say something when his hand reaches around me, and he finds my clit with his fingers.
Right. That’s why he put the pillow where he did.
I jump, my clit is still sensitive after he made me orgasm the first time. Wes knows what he’s doing, and instead of uncomfortable, the feeling is intense but erotic.
His cock is still inside me, and he pumps in and out of me. His fingers focus on my clit, drawing circles around it. Echoes of the first orgasm – or a precursor to the second – find me, and I shiver, my muscles already contracting in anticipation. Wes is working his fingers on my clit faster and faster, keeping his strokes with his cock slow so I can concentrate on my clit rather than on what he’s doing inside of me.
I close my eyes and give myself over to the sensation. My body rocks back and forth on the bed, my skin brushing against the sheets, and I’m caught in the mesmerizing combination of his hand on my clit and his cock inside of me, rubbing against my G-spot. It pushes me closer and closer to another orgasm.
It grows inside me
like a flame that’s coaxed to life. It burns brighter and brighter until the heat inside me is so great I explode. The orgasm shatters through me, so much more intense now that he’s been stroking my G-spot, and I cry out. My body is pinned down so I can’t curl into a ball and my muscles spasm and contract, fighting my position. It’s all that much more intense because of it.
Wes’s cheek is against mine, and our breathing is in sync. I gasp and moan, letting the orgasm spill over me and sweep me away before it finally subsides.
I like it when I lose control like this with him. I like how he takes me to places I haven’t been before.
Wes and I have had raucous sex multiple times, but this time is different. Maybe it’s because of our confessions of love. Maybe it’s after everything we’ve been through. Maybe it’s because finally, everything will work out okay.
Wes pulls out of me, and I feel his absence acutely. He lies down next to me and pulls me against him, cuddling me. We’re not done yet – he’s rock hard, and I won’t mind another orgasm or two – but it’s nice to be held.
Wes
Kylie doesn’t lie in my arms for very long. She kisses me, and it turns from loving to hot in only a few seconds. She makes out with me, tracing my bottom lip with her tongue. She nudges me so that I lie on my back and climbs onto me, straddling me.
I love it when she’s on top of me. I love a lot of positions, but this is one of my favorites.
She sits down on me, but I’m not inside her. Instead, her pussy is spread over my cock, and she slides up and down, rubbing the length of me along her slit. The feeling is great – we’re both slick with our sex, and she’s teasing me, driving me crazy. I want to be inside of her, but she’s on top of me, and she’s in control.
Kylie sides up and down my cock. She gasps, and I get the idea she’s sensitive after her orgasms. I don’t blame her. I like it, though. She gets tight after she orgasms, and I love it when her body clamps around my cock.
I’m just about to lose my shit with her teasing me when she presses my cock upright with her fingers and slides onto me. She gasps when I push into her, and I groan. The feeling of her walls clamping down around me tells me just how tight she is after orgasming and I love it.
She moves around a little, adjusting to the angle. Her hands are on my pectorals. Her tits are round and perfect, naked on her chest with her hair hanging down on either side of them, framing her body.
I reach up for her tits, squeezing one in each hand.
She starts moving her hips back and forth, riding me. I slide in and out of her, and the sensation is erotic. I am not going to come just yet, but God, I want to. She picks up the pace and fucks me faster. Her hips rock back and forth, her knees rubbing against the sheets beneath us. Her tits jiggle in my hands as she bucks her hips faster and faster.
I groan. She’s so good at this.
She leans forward more and her hands press into my pecs. At this angle, she can lift her ass, and she does so, lifting herself off my cock for the most part before sitting back down on me, doing a booty bounce. She bounces on top of me, going faster and faster. Now that she’s leaning forward her tits swing back and forth as she rides me. I let go of her tits and watch them swinging. It’s hypnotizing.
The faster she rides me the closer I’m getting to an orgasm. Just before I’m there – she must be able to tell when I’m close – she lies down on top of me so that her tits mash against my chest. Her head is against my neck, and she licks and kisses and nibbles the skin on my neck. I get goosebumps from it.
Her breathing changes, her gasping picking up and she starts to moan and whimper. I realize that she’s rubbing her clit against my pubic bone while she’s riding me. My cock slides in and out of her, and she’s rubbing herself up against my pubic bone. She’s going to bring herself to orgasm this way.
I want to come, too. She’s not going fast enough for me.
I put my hands on her hips and lift her just enough that I have some space to move. I start bucking my hips beneath her, pounding into her. I pick up the pace, going as fast as I can and I’m like a jackhammer, slamming into her. She gasps and cries out, lying on my chest and letting me take control even though she’s on top of me.
I’m getting closer and closer. I’m going to come, soon. It’s what I want, but I want to come at the same time she does.
I let her take over again. She pushes up so that she can go faster and she rocks her hips back and forth, picking up with my pace almost as fast as where I left off. It’s not what I did, but it’s enough, and a moment later, I feel my balls tighten the way they do just before I release.
Kylie squeezes her eyes shut and cries out. Her walls clamp down on me and she orgasms, her muscles contracting. She collapses onto my chest, and I start fucking her from beneath again. I’m so close to the edge now it doesn’t take any time at all before I orgasm, too, and then we’re crying out and orgasming together.
Her body contracts at the same speed as mine, her walls milking my cock as I jerk inside of her and she shudders on top of me. It feels like it lasts forever.
Finally, the orgasm subsides, and we lie in a pile of limbs, breathing hard. Our skin is slick with sweat where we touch each other. Her hair is fanned over my chest, and I feel her tits as she breathes hard. Her heart hammers against my ribs.
I put my hands on her back and lightly tickle my fingers over her skin. She makes a humming sound and the sound dances across my skin.
I don’t know how long we lie like this, but eventually, I get soft and I start slipping out of her. When she feels it, she lifts herself up and climbs off me.
She lies down next to me, and I pull her against me. Her body fits against mine like we were made to be together. She puts her head on my chest, nestling into the crook of my arm and I like holding her like this. I realize how much smaller she is than me when I hold her like this. It makes me feel like the boss, protective of my woman.
We lie together in silence for a while. I listen to her breathing as it evens out and becomes deeper.
“Are you sleeping?” I ask.
“No,” she says in a sleepy voice. “Not yet.”
I smile. She opens her eyes, and the irises are a deep brown. She smiles at me.
“I was just thinking,” she says.
“About what?” I ask.
She shrugs. “About how everything worked out for us. When I got promoted, this was the last thing I expected would happen.”
I nod. I knew she was hot – God knew I’d lusted after her since she walked into my office that day – but to think that we would be together and in love seemed impossible at the time, especially considering we were both out to take each other down.
“I won’t mind doing this every day,” I say to her.
“What? The sex?” she asks.
I smile. “Yeah, for sure. But not just that. Being with you. Falling asleep and waking up with you again. I want to do this with you.”
Kylie smiles, and it’s a beautiful smile that brings light to her eyes.
“I think I want to do this every day, too.”
We smile at each other, but a moment later her smile turns into a frown.
“What will you do, now?” she asks. “You quit your job after you got it back.”
I shrug. “It’s just a job. I can be CEO anywhere. I have the experience and the credentials and everything. Maybe I’ll start my own company. But, honestly, I have you, and that’s all that matters to me. If I had to give up being the CEO of a company to have you, I would do it every time.”
She smiles at me and her cheeks are becoming rosy again.
“You’re adorable when you blush,” I say, which just makes her blush that much more.
“I’m mean it, you know,” I carry on. “I don’t care what I do as long as I have you.”
She puts her hand on my chest. “I feel the same,” she says
“But you still have your job, which is great.”
She nods.
E
verything is working out for the best. I’m not worried. I’m sure I can find something else. I have enough money to survive for a while, and I have Kylie. That’s all I need.
“I love you,” I say.
She nods and smiles.
“I love you, too,” she says.
When she says it, warmth washes through my body. I don’t know where we’re headed together. It’s only at the beginning stages and thinking about something long term isn’t necessary, not yet. But I want to be with Kylie because she’s everything all the women before, weren’t. She’s smart and funny and kind. She’s caring and understanding, and she’s not high maintenance at all. Her independence is attractive and her dedication to her work is to be commended. But one of her best traits is that she has it in her to love me.
That makes her the perfect woman, and once you find the perfect woman you’re not supposed to let her go.
So, I’m going to hold onto her very tightly.
As Told by Kylie
One year later
Everything turned out the way it should. I’m working for RidgeCo, and I’m making enough money to make it on my own, pay off my student loan, be as independent as I like to be, and take care of my mom. My gran passed away this past winter. I still ache when I think about her – the woman that took us in when we were in the worst place in our lives – but she had a good life, and I was able to make sure she was comfortable in the end.
Now, my mom has an apartment just outside the city, and she can relax about money because I have more than enough for the both of us.
It may have taken me longer than expected, but I got what I was working toward. I made something of myself.
Wes and I are still dating. We’re better than ever, in fact. We spent so much time together sleeping at each other’s apartments that it seemed easier just to move in together. I had clothes at his place, and he had some at mine, and it just made sense to take that leap.