Pleasure Unbound

He sighs and brings his mouth to hover above my clit. The heat of his breath on my overly sensitive skin has me arching my hips to reach him.

“I can’t help it though,” he says, locking eyes with me as he slowly rolls his tongue over my clit. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything or anyone in my life.” He gives me another slow lick, this time trailing a line all the way up my wet slit before circling his tongue around my clit. “I can’t get you out of my head.”

I whimper as he turns all his attention to my pussy. He nibbles on one pussy lip before sliding his tongue inside me. It’s all I can do to remember how to breath as he fucks me with his tongue. My hips buck against him, and I grab fistfuls of hair, keeping him close to me. He teases my clit, giving it a little suck. I gasp when he slides one finger into me.

“Oh fuck!” I moan.

I can tell how unbelievably wet I am by the sounds his finger is making as he fucks my cunt. His tongue keeps working my clit, and I’m so close to cumming that I can barely stand it.

He briefly removes his mouth from my clit. “Have you ever done this before?”

“God no,” I manage to say. “I’ve never done anything before.”

“Good,” he growls against my pussy. “Now cum for me like a good girl.”

He increases the pressure of his tongue, and it’s not long at all before an explosion of pleasure rushes over me. I yell his name as my body tenses beneath him. He uses his mouth and finger to draw my orgasm out, and before I even have a chance to come down, he forces another one on me. I buck and whimper beneath him unable to catch my breath. I never knew anything could feel so good. My pussy clenches around his finger, and all I can think about is how his cock would feel even better.

“Please,” I whimper as he slides his finger out of me. “I need you inside me.”

He groans against my pussy, licking a slow line up my wet slit. “You taste just as good as I imagined you would,” he murmurs, giving my clit one last slow lick.

I cup his face and drag him back up to me, needing his mouth on mine, wanting to taste my pussy on his lips. I kiss him hungrily, sucking my own juices off his tongue. Tasting myself on him sends a rush of pleasure through my body. I always want him to taste and smell like me. I never want another woman’s scent to be on him again. There’s no denying how possessive I feel about him. Brian has always felt like mine, and the last few years of watching him date other women has been absolute hell for me. Never again, I tell myself. I’ll just have to convince him that it’s okay for us to be together.

He gives my bottom lip a soft bite before lifting his head. There’s so much heat and love in his brown eyes that it takes my breath away. He cups my face, running his thumb over my cheek. With a pained sigh, he leans back so he’s sitting next to me with my legs draped over his. I immediately scoot back and straddle his lap so our faces are even.

He reaches over and grabs my t-shirt. Before he slides it over my head, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close to him. He kisses my shoulder, lowering his face so he can kiss a line across my collarbone. His hands slide along my back and without thinking, I move my hips against the large bulge beneath me. I’m still not wearing any pants and the feel of my pussy grinding against his jeans is quickly making me want so much more.

He grips my hips with his large hands, holding me still. “I can’t do this, Mandy,” he groans against my chest.

Pulling back, he slides my t-shirt over my head. I quickly put my arms through and tug it down because I know he’s just worried about someone being able to see inside the truck. But as soon as it’s on, I bring my hands back to his face, demanding he look at me.

“You can do this, Brian. You proved that a second ago when you had your face buried between my legs.” I lean in closer and run my tongue over his bottom lip. “You still taste like me. I want you to always taste like me.” “I should never have let it go this far,” he says, and I can see by his expression how much it’s costing him to hold back. I know this isn’t what he wants. I know that what he really wants to be doing right now is fucking me, but he’s not allowing himself to act on those urges. Not anymore.

I rock my hips against him, ignoring the warning in his hands as he grips me harder. When he starts to say something, I quiet his words with my mouth. He hesitates for a fraction of a second before he’s kissing me back just as hard. Instead of stopping my hips, his hands are now gripping my bare ass, pressing me harder against his erection. I grind my hips against him, already feeling the beginnings of another orgasm.

Running my hands through his hair, I press my chest against his and open my mouth to him even more. He grabs onto my ass even harder, letting his fingers dig into my soft flesh when I start to moan against his mouth. He moves my hips against him, and I know my pussy is going to leave a huge wet stain on his jeans, but his cock feels so good, and I couldn’t stop myself even if I’d wanted to.