“You have to see these, you’re perfect Daisy,” he says through heavy breaths.
I nod my head, wanting to see them too. Then my hips are grasped and he’s jerking me down to the edge of the table, my feet remain, which means I’m opened wide for him. Suddenly, his breath his there, pounding against my wet flesh. His fingers delicately part my folds, finding the center of me. His index finger pets the skin, then slips up to my piercing, and back down again. Then I feel something else, blunter, it’s his nose, and then hear and feel him inhale deeply.
“Candy,” he says, “want a taste?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
Then his nose is at my mouth, and I wrap my lips around it to taste myself, moaning. Giving the tip a lick as he pulls back.
“We taste better together,” I tell him.
Then he’s back between my legs, petting me with long strokes as his tongue laps at me like a popsicle. I bite the inside of my bicep, trying to get some control of this frenzy he’s bringing to my body. He’s doing as promised, he’s eating the fuck out of my pussy. His hair tickles my inner thighs, his hands press my legs open before his fingers rub over my lips, and his teeth sink into the back of my thigh. He makes me feel like all he wants to do is make me come, like he’s been put on this earth for nothing more than that.
Then he’s gone, but close and then something hard and cold runs along my hips and dips in between my hot folds. I have no idea what it is, then he flips it and the feather light wisps of my paintbrush strokes the numb of my clit once, twice, three times before he uses the metal of the tip again.
“Mmmmm.” I moan, my muscles tightening as I trap my lower lip between my teeth.
Something makes a noise by my side as the brush retreats and I remember that he’d set things down from the backpack there. He retreats from me and I hear his jeans being removed, then a groan from him just before I feel his jewelry rubbing over my wet entrance. Then he’s pushing in, and this feels, different. I don’t know if it’s the position, but he feels, harder? He stabs me with short penetrating thrusts, then sinks all the way inside until his balls press against my ass. I then feel a thick ring or something at his base. This must be the cock ring.
“Oh shit, Jesus your cock’s so hard - feels so unbelievable,” I gasp.
My hands run through my hair, my breasts bouncing with his thrusts as he moves faster. His arms move under my knees as he leans forward onto the table, spreading me wider.
“I love how your cunt sucks me in so tight,” he groans.
He leans further down, resting on his forearms and folding me in half. His lips tug on my nipple rings, his hands curling under my shoulders.
“More,” I plead.
I feel every vein in his cock, thick and rubbing everywhere inside me.
“Put your hands on my throat,” I tell him.
He straightens, putting both his hands around my neck and tightening as he resumes his hips slamming into me. I feel the restriction of breath, my heart racing, my hands come to his wrists and my nails dig into his flesh.
“Hell, shit,” he groans and my limbs begin to shake as I come.
I begin to moan loudly, and one of his hands slaps over my mouth. Around my throat grows tighter as he gives me everything he’s got. I feel when he comes, not only his body growing taut, muscles bulging, his own groans loud. But I can feel his semen fill me, burning my already hot flesh. His hands release, as he slumps his head onto my chest, his body over mine. His hips still move slowly as he rubs out the rest of his orgasm, and I bring my hands to the top of his head. After a few minutes, Wyatt lifts off me, taking my hands to sit me up. He removes the bandana, and I blink at the brightness of the light. Soft lips press over my eyelids, hands caressing my hair. We remain like that for a long while, my body still thrumming and trembling deep inside my core.
“What do you want to do now?” he finally asks.
“Um,” I say because I don’t know and I don’t think my brains back to functioning level yet.
“Want to watch a movie?” he asks.
I give him a look in question. I guess he really did want to try a relationship.
“Sure,” I reply, as he slips his jeans on.
He grabs the sex toys we used and heads into the kitchen as I go to the bathroom to clean up, my neck is red and I like the way it looks. My mind lingers on the words Wyatt said to me, about wanting to be with me. Then I remember how he said the same the night he kissed me and made me come with his fingers. I easily let that resentment go when he confessed how he wanted to be with me, but wasn’t sure how to deal with his feelings. There’s part of me that thinks what he’s saying is bullshit, that he’s attempting to make me not feel like a slut and keep his dick wet, all while knowing he’s going to ditch me at the end of the summer. He saw how Irys’ words made my mind race, that I couldn’t help but feel I was a thirsty cock loving whore. But because I’ve known him so long, the bigger part of me thinks he’s being sincere. I don’t want to let my guard down, to let him in a little, just to have him break my shit apart like before.
I exit the bathroom and see him sitting on the couch, two glasses of water sitting on the coffee table as he channel surfs. I inhale deeply, wondering if I should go put some clothes on, or at least some panties. But think better of it, and move forward, sitting down beside him. His arm’s over the back of the couch, and instantly his hand’s curling around my shoulder as he pulls me closer into his side. I tuck my feet up under my butt and rest my head on his chest. Then I notice my sketchpad sitting open on the table, the picture I was drawing of us. I wonder if he saw it, kind of hard not to, but I feel a little embarrassed since it’s clearly the two of us.
He stops on a movie I’ve already seen before, but I don’t care. He sighs and sinks further into the couch, his arm tightening around me. I match his breathing, much more interested in the thrum of his heart against my ear than the movie. At some point, he takes my hand and begins fiddling with my fingers, as he remains focused on the film.
“I like your drawing,” he says sometime later.
“Thank you,” I say, eyes locked on the television.
He jostles me as he leans over, reaching back on his opposite side. I look as he produces his phone, offering it to me. I take it, not sure what I’m supposed to be doing with it, when he says, “So you can see the pictures I took of you.”
“Oh,” I say and sit up a little, swiping my index finger over the screen.
“1-1-3-1,” he tells me as I reach the screen to unlock and need the password.
His background is a photo of him and Sven when Wyatt was a boy, and I smile as I study it for a moment. Then I go to his gallery and pick a folder. I see tons of thumbnails but pick the first, to see me lying on my kitchen table, legs spread, pussy wet and pink, my nipples hard, hands over my head and the blindfold. I must admit, I look sexy, seeing myself in a way I never have before. I scroll through the photos to several from the kitchen table, ones I hadn’t known he was taking. Up close shots of my nipple, my ribs protruding from my skin as I arch my back, my swollen lip trapped between my teeth. Something inside me warms, seeing myself how he does, seeing what parts of me he wanted to look back at. As I continue forward, there’s one of me talking to Irys before dinner, after he fucked me in the bathroom, and I didn’t know he was taking these. Then the shots of me with the butt plug inside me at the yoga studio, I feel a rush of excitement pulse through me and keep scrolling. He’s saved the photos and video I sent him, then I widen my eyes at photos of me dancing at the club on my birthday. My heart warms knowing that he likes to also see me not in sexual situations, and I wonder if he looks at these pictures.
“I want you to take a video of us,” I say handing him back the phone.
His eyes widen as his head shoots toward me.
“What?” he asks in disbelief.
“Or a photo even is fine…I want to see what we look like together,” I say and bite my lip.
“Daisy,” he says. “Do
you know my fantasy, like number one, is for you to let me video us?”
My breathing picks up, I know this is something that interests me, but his number one fantasy?
“Really?” I whisper.
“When I look at these photos, I can imagine us, see us, but something about having the act on camera, hell it makes me hard as fuck.”
His words hit my lips and I feel wanton, and hard up, like he didn’t just fuck me.
“I want that too,” I say, swallowing hard.
His hand reaches over and takes mine, bringing it to his lap to feel his cock hard as granite. My palm moves up and down, my fingers bumping over the definition. I lick my lips and lean in closer, attaching them to his neck. Wyatt inhales sharply, my hand and lips moving eagerly on him. His head falls back, allowing more of him for my lips, and I glide my hand up to the hem of his shirt, slipping my fingers underneath. I tease the hair just above his jeans, walking my fingertips up to his bellybutton and circling like he had me. The hand on my shoulder tightens, his eyes close, jaw flexing, his other hand fisting on the couch cushion beside him. I nip his skin with my teeth before I shift and sit up. I slide over his lap and down between his legs, rising onto my knees.
I get an idea, maybe a little role reversal. So I slide my hands up his torso, bringing his shirt up with them, and up off his head. He opens his eyes as he sits up to help me, and I force him back with my hand on his shoulder. I twist the shirt and move toward his face, he smiles at me as I cover his eyes, tying it behind his head. My lips give him a small kiss, then lick the seam of his lips. My lips suck, my tongue licks as I descend down his body, playing with each nipple. He inhales sharply and groans, his hips flexing and I fucking love doing this to him, getting this reaction. My nose trails down the center of his abs, as my hands undo and yank his jeans down and off him. The sight of him nude and hard as fuck on my couch, is something of magic. He’s already hot and swollen, his dick bobbing in search for relief, and I haven’t even done anything to him.
My hands run up his thighs, spreading them wide, and his heavy sack hangs down past the couch cushion. I lick my lips and maneuver myself so I’m crouched below him, thank you yoga. I turn my head and lick the underpart of one ball, and Wyatt shudders, his legs spasming with the motion. I smile to myself and lick the other the same way. I moan at the taste of him, at the manliness that I have under my thumb. I run the tip of my tongue up the crease that separates the two, then I lavish attention on each ball sack. I suck and lick, making them wet before loudly sucking them clean. Wyatt’s chest is heaving, his hands move to his thighs and I know he’s fighting the urge to grab his cock. Taking both his hands I move them to the back of the couch, my way of saying don’t move. Then I return back to his crotch, gathering the saliva in my mouth and allowing a slow glob to hit the tip if his head and trail down.
“Fucking hell,” he groans.
His muscles clench, his skin tight as he breathes hard and heavy, his head falling to the side. I locate the thick deposit and swipe it up his shaft with my tongue, until the head and I flick his jewelry. But then I retreat and duck down lower again, urging his legs wider and below his sack. My fingertips feel for the puckered flesh of his opening and even with just that touch, I see his excitement level up. I rub him there, back and forth, still not sure if he’s okay with this. But again, his hips thrust and flex the more I touch him there. Then I lean in and run my tongue there, taking his balls in my hand and tugging them slightly.
“Daisy, fuck,” he gasps as his head bows toward his chest.
I lap with my tongue and rub with my fingers, sitting up to see pre-cum dribbling from the head. With silence, I grab his phone and unlock the screen, opening the camera app and clicking the video icon. I bring my hand toward his abs, so his cock is between me and it. I look into the lens as I open my mouth and take the head inside, sucking until my cheeks hollow. I close my eyes at his flavor, loving the taste on my tongue. Then I look back into the camera lens as I take a little more, pull up, then more, pull up, until he’s fully inside and in my throat. Wyatt moans and groans, his hips flexing again, pushing deeper, wanting more. I can’t tease anymore because my pussy wants him. With the camera still on, and focused on his dick, I straddle his hips. Rubbing my hot lips against his shaft, flipping the screen so I can see us like this. I grind my hips so he can feel how wet I am, and I am fucking soaked. Aiming the camera just right, I use my other hand to spread my pussy lips with my fingers, stroking myself for him to see when he watches this. My fingers are drenched, the clear slickness coating them. With the camera zoomed in on my fingers, I scan up, trailing them up my stomach, between my breasts to my lips and suck them clean. Then pan back down as I rise up, teasing again with my entrance at his head.
“Fucking hell, Daisy, give me your cunt,” he growls.
I then decide to take this further, just because I can. I stand and turn, reverse cowgirl style. With balance and the help that his dick is so hard, I rub my saliva moistened fingers against my anus and position myself at his head. He obviously knows I’ve changed where I’m going to allow him and he starts biting his lip, his biceps flexing, and I wonder if the fact he can’t touch me is driving him insane. I wet his cock so well with my mouth that once I get the jewelry and the head through my snug entrance, he slips in, all while I catch it on camera. My core trembles, my thighs quiver, and my body tightens.
“You kill me,” he inhales.
When I sit fully onto him, I moan and rock back and forth, adjusting to him inside me. I wonder if this sensation will ever get old, I can’t explain what this does for me. Knowing he’s somewhere taboo, that this is something most people don’t experience, adds to the level of how badly I want this with him. I rise up and back down, over and over, until my hands begin to shake and I need to stop filming. I shut it off and toss his phone on the rug with a muffled thump, before laying back against his chest and grind my hips down. His teeth sink into my shoulder and I moan, resting my head back so he can find purchase on my neck.
“I thought fucking your ass would be heaven, but I never knew it would be like this,” he groans.
“Like what?”
“Nirvana.”
Then his hands are roughly cupping my breasts, as his hips push up and I gasp. He roughly pushes me forward until my hands are on the coffee table and I’m bent over. But before I can position myself, he turns me so my hands are on the wood floor, all while he’s still inside me.
“Get on your elbows and knees,” he tells me, and I do.
Leaning down to do as commanded, he moves one foot onto the couch for leverage and parts the globes of my ass, pulling his cock out an inch. He breathes hard and growls as his fingertips dig into my flesh, then he starts fucking me. My fingers dig into my palms as I ball my fists and my toes curl. He’s moving so hard and fast I have a hard time staying put, he’s pushing me forward, but it feels too good to fucking care. He’s grunting and growling and it’s making my other entrance feel noticeably empty. I attempt to reach between my legs but I can’t do that and stay in this position. He must sense this and all of a sudden he’s lifting me back onto the couch. He lays on his side and brings me down in front of him with his arm under my neck, pulling my one leg up and spreading me wide. I reach down and begin rubbing my clit, then his hand holding my leg open slips under my thigh to slide two fingers into my pussy.
“Oh Jesus, Wyatt, oh fuck I’m gonna come, please, please, don’t stop,” I chant as my eyes roll back.
His efforts behind me increase and I feel my body stiffen as warm wet liquid begins to flow from me. He bends his arm and brings his hand to turn my face and he scorches my lips with a kiss that makes me detonate. My ears ring and my heart pounds wildly and I have the vague sense he’s coming, before he stops moving and his hips slow.
My eyes lazily blink open to see he’s gazing down at me, his look tender and soft before he leans in and kisses my forehead. After a few minutes, he carries me into the bathroom and starts a showe
r for us, washing me and showing extra care on my body. This would normally cause me to have an overwhelming wave of emotions I’d have to hide, but now I don’t have to hide them. He stops every few minutes in his washing to hug me or kiss me. This feels almost weird, more than when we first started sleeping together. I haven’t ever seen him being so affectionate with someone, let alone me.
When we’re done, he wraps my hair and my body in towels and leads me up to my room. Where he proceeds to pull one of my oldest and rattiest t-shirts over my head, and then finds his PJ pants in my drawer and puts them on. He pulls back the sheets on my bed and we cuddle up together, and we talk. We talk for hours, about nothing and everything. This too is such a strange and unknown experience, I’ve never done this with anyone, cuddled and talked about things I’ve never discussed with anyone.
“Why does Irys think you’re still a virgin? I mean I get not telling her about us, but you slept with Blake,” Wyatt asks, playing with the long strands of my hair.
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