Naked thoughts

Synopsis : Basically lying about your feelings to have someone fuck you real good. Who didn’t do it out of desperation? 

Author’s note: Many thanks to Luxx, Fewella Onyx03 and TheMasterBaiter for their help in brainstorming and editing.

Meeting him was unexpected.

It happened just like that, on a Tuesday afternoon at my favourite cafe. I’m sure at this point you’re thinking that I spend way too much of my time at cafes. Well, you’re not totally wrong. There’s something about them that appeals to me. Maybe it’s the result of my reading too many fanfictions back when I was in high school about people meeting their idol at a cafe.

Back to the story.

He came up to me, asking if he could sit with me, despite the cafe being empty and having several empty tables. It made me feel good to have someone so handsome and so masculine to come talk to me. He had dull brown eyes that made you feel guilty if you did not drown in them. We talked for half an hour until he told me that he had to go. If it was not for how he introduced himself, I would have never given him my number.

“My name is Adam by the way, like Adam Levine, Except I’m not-”

“As cool as him?” I laughed.

He raised his eyebrows and smirked, “There’s only one way for us to find that out, you know? We should hang out sometime.”

“Yeah, sure,” I smiled at him, still pretty pleasantly puzzled about him. I grabbed my journal, tore a piece of paper from one of the pages, wrote my number on it, then handed it to him without any second thoughts.

We shook hands and parted ways. I watched him walking away and my eyes stopped at his calves. Suddenly, he turned around and walked back to my table. He might have seen me checking him out but I don’t think either of us cared. He knew that he was total eye candy.

“I’m sorry but I forgot to ask for your name,” He asked in an embarrassed voice, hand going behind his neck.

“See, Adam Levine would have never committed such a faux pas of not asking my name.”

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On our first date, or “hang out” rather, as I was not quite sure that it was a date, he was rather awkward with gaps of silence between random conversations. It was at the same cafe and the people who knew me there kept giving me weird looks, probably because they were seeing me with someone for the first time. At one point, the whole thing became so awkward that I pulled a pack of playing cards from my bag and asked him, “Wanna see a trick?”

He looked at me, quite perplexed and nodded.

As I shuffled the deck and made him choose a card, he stared at me with a look that I still cannot describe. I think he was just giving me his full attention but it was like being on stage in front of a huge crowd. I put the card back in, shuffled the deck again and pulled out the card that he had picked. When I showed him his card, he could not believe it. His face started glowing with happiness and his eyes crinkled up; pure joy on his face. He laughed and the whole thing started a conversation. He looked like an innocent angel.

We continued going on dates and slowly, I was no longer sitting in front of him but rather, next to him. His body would squish against mine and his arm would be around me. It had been a while since I had dated and it felt good to feel some warmth on my body.

Truth be told, I did not think that we would become an actual couple. I mean, he was so not my type. He had too much of a chaotic life for me. He did not know what he wanted to do in even the next few weeks, compared to me, who had my whole life planned out. I think we only clicked because we both adored silence. The moment we became very comfortable with each other, the silence did not bother us at all, in fact I think we both cherished it.

We went hiking together, loving nature and kissing like teenagers. We both craved touching each other, not necessarily in a sexual way but still, we could not get enough of each other. I don’t know about him and I’m not going to assume anything but I know that for me, I liked how strong his hand felt in my hand, how heavy it was and how tight he always grasped my hand. When I would wear crop tops, his hand would always end up on my bare lower back, slowly stroking which had me struggling to stay in place because of how ticklish I was.

The first time we had sex together it was different from what I was used to. It was after a date night at my place. Somehow, he had convinced me to watch a movie that I did not really care about. He knew and respected that movies were not my thing but that time he was really hyped up about the movie. I did not pay attention to what was happening. I was snuggled against him, drowning myself in his scent. I still remember the cologne that he would always wear; it smelled so fresh, clean and masculine with hints of lime and ginger. My face was buried in his neck; breathing deeply, I could not get enough. I think he knew that I was watching the movie for him rather than for the movie itself. His arm never left my body; he would gently caress and rub my skin, sometimes his hand would move inside of the sweater that I was wearing and would rest there, probably enjoying my warmth as well.

When the credits finally rolled onto the screen, he held me tighter and kissed me on the cheek, asking me what I thought of the movie.

“It was great to snuggle up with you next to me,” I leaned into him, trying to get us closer. It was impossible.

“I’m glad to know that.”

Adam was a sexy guy. Not the sexiest that I had ever met but surely, he was top 10. He was tall, muscular and strong. That night, I wanted him the moment he had entered my apartment and pulled me into a wonderful, head spinning, butterflies, but still feeling safe in his arms, hug. Not only was he wearing a t-shirt that made his arms bulge, but his behaviour kept turning me on. Throughout the dates we went on, it always ended with me coming home and masturbating to the thought of him taking me. It was ridiculous how even our intellectual conversations were turning me on. He was charming and considerate, never cutting me off when I would talk and he would listen to understand rather than listen for the sake of simply listening.

In my head, tonight was going to be the night. Under the baggy sweater, I had some new lingerie that I had bought just for him. It was purple; his favorite color, and very lacey and sheer.  I couldn’t wait any longer. I just climbed into his lap, spreading my legs so my skirt rode up and exposed my fancy panty covered crotch before I leaned in and kissed him deeply.

I don’t believe he was expecting me to just get on him. However, the moment I was on him, his hand instinctively went on my hips and he pushed into me. I snuggled into his neck and said, “I want you, boo.”

He nodded and I could feel his whole body flexing, as if trying to stop himself from taking me right there, “I want you too. God you’re so perfect but I wanted to make our first time special.”

I pulled away and looked into his eyes, “It’s going to be special, trust me.”

I did not let him answer and kissed him instead, slowly grinding myself against his crotch. I could feel his hardness underneath me and I smiled, knowing that it was me who had this effect on him. We continued kissing, losing ourselves in each other. My fingers were tangled with his soft hair and I was gently tugging on it. But I could not wait; with each minute passing, I was getting more and more impatient.

Eventually, he pulled away and grabbed my face with his warm hands, “Let’s at least go to your bedroom, yeah?”

“Sure, are you going to sing “Sunday Morning” tomorrow as well, Mr. Faux Adam Levine?”

“Brat. Don’t act like you don’t like me singing to you,” He pushed me from his lap and I was back to sitting next to him.

He stood up, started walking away and realised that I was not following him. I was still on the couch.

“Don’t you want to anymore?”

I did not say anything. At this point, in the still very early stage of our relationship, we did not need to talk all the time. I just bit my lips, raised my arms and looked at him.

He shook his head jokingly and walked towards me.

“Hop on,” he said as he got into position. I giggled and jumped on his back. He lifted me up without any effort, and I could feel the muscles in his waist and back ripple under me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and squeezed tight, enjoying the intimacy. I buried my face again in the crook of his neck and slowly bit the tight skin, making him hiss and slap my ass. I did not mind, at least he walked to the bedroom faster.

When we finally got there, he was panting from me biting his neck and purposely trying to mark him. In this one moment at least, I knew that he was mine.

I hopped down and made him sit on the bed. He legs were spread open, inviting me between them. His grey sweatpants had a tent in them and naturally, I was quick to grab it and gently squeeze. I could see his mouth opening just a little bit and his nostrils flaring because of the deep breath he took. I smiled at him when I saw the pleasure I was bringing him. He must have wanted to do the same because his hand went to my bare inner thigh and caressed gently. Knowing how sensitive I was there, I’m sure he expected the way I closed my legs.

We could have taken each other in this very moment, I was wet with anticipation and I could see how excited he was as well but I did not want to rush. I could feel his fingers tracing the edge of my panties and I grabbed them, knowing that if I let this go any further, what I had prepared would not happen. I put my hands on his shoulders and sat on his strong thigh. I felt so small next to him and I was loving it.

He stopped touching me and put his hand around my waist, as if waiting for something. I took off my sweater and smiled when I felt his hand on my bare skin.

I loved it when he touched me.

As soon as I threw the sweater away, I was left exposed to him. I looked at his eyes and I could see them rapidly travelling my body and finally meeting my eyes.

“God, you look gorgeous,” he breathed out in my ear and breathed me in.

“Only for you,” I stood up and did a little twirl, feeling perfectly certain that the purple lace lingerie was doing its intended job. After all, purple was his favourite colour.

When I was facing him again, he tried touching my legs again but I stepped back and went down to my knees.I slowly crawled to him, enjoying how he was biting his lower lip, as if to prevent himself from going to fast. When I was close enough to him, I gently took his dick in my mouth. I could feel its thickness and warmth through the cloth of his sweatpants. It pulsed as I tried to get more of him through the fabric.

I guess that he was getting impatient too because, he pulled my head away and pulled down his clothes, revealing his hard cock. I had not realised that he had removed his shirt as well until I saw something fly away. When I looked up, I saw his naked torso. I ran my hand over his chest and when I reached down, I made sure to trace his v-lines. His cock was soon in my mouth and I kept looking into his eyes as I sucked on it. I hummed as I tasted his precum on my tongue. His hand flew to my hair and grabbed it. He took control of my pace as I alternated between sucking and running my tongue over him. Clearly, his cock was too big for me to fit it all in but I tried. Soon enough, I was choking and tears spilled from my eyes to my face.

Despite his heavy breathing, my choking and the quick fucking pace, the time seemed to slow down for a minute when he gently moved one of his hand and wiped my tears.

What I genuinely did not expect though, was when he pulled me away quickly and threw me on the bed. I quickly went from being on my knees to being on my back. I screamed and closed my eyes, reveling in the feeling of being taken, my body being overwhelmed. With my eyes still closed, I could feel him breathing onto me while biting my neck. It was unexpectedly soothing. He kept kissing and sucking my skin, wanting to leave his mark as well. In that moment, I chose not to open my eyes, I wanted to just appreciate the different sensations of him almost worshipping my body. I could feel his calloused hand rubbing my belly, legs and pushing my bra away to toy with my nipples all the while his mouth travelled over me and kissed every patch of skin that he could. With my eyes closed, I could feel his soft lips almost caressing my soul; every single one of his touches were so gentle and so slow, as if he wanted to drag out this intimate moment.

Maybe he knew that we would not last long as well.

My eyes flew open when I felt his breath in between my thighs. I looked down at him, admiring how eager he seemed to go down on me. As he started gently licking and sucking, I was getting overwhelmed by the different sensations. My skin was still tingling due to his tender assault and I was loving it. Soon, one finger was inside of me and he was pumping in and out. I could feel my clit throbbing and I raised my hips, trying to convey what I really needed.

His mouth went back to my engorged clit as he continued fingering me. I was just laying back and enjoying this moment that I had fantasised about so many times. My head felt light; I could feel the pleasure building. Without knowing, my hand was already in his soft hair and I was tugging relentlessly. I knew I was close. I could hear my own moans becoming louder and blending with his occasional humming. Suddenly he removed his finger, and I felt my insides clenching around nothing. I was close and I felt some sort of rage build inside of me when I started falling away from the orgasm.

I don’t think he expected me to rise up as swiftly as I did. He might have thought that I wanted to kiss him which is why he came back up. But instead, I pushed his body down next to me and rolled up on top of him. I pulled down my soaked panties that he had pushed to the side and started grinding on his cock.

Skin rubbing against each other, I’m sure he also felt the bursts of pleasure that coursed throughout my body in his. It was happening so fast and yet, every feeling and every sensation lingered, building inside me.

I finally positioned his cock near my entrance, and I sunk down. After such a long time, it felt so good to be stretched by something other than my thin fingers. I savoured the slight burn and sting. His cock was oh, so thick. My insides were clenching as if testing the waters themselves.

I put both of my hands on his strong chest and started the rhythm that I knew would bring both of us pleasure - up, down, grind, repeat.

His hand went to my back, sliding upwards and playing with my breasts. His moans became louder and were mixing with occasional grunts. I fought to keep my eyes open. I wanted to watch him enjoying this moment as much as I was. I wanted to burn some sort of picture in my mind of my reducing him to this; nothing more than a person experiencing pure pleasure.

His mouth was open, lips slightly parted and redder than usual because of his biting. The  front of his hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat and his brows were furrowed as his eyes were glued on my body. I am sure that he was doing the same thing as me.

While still continuing my movement, I grabbed his other hand and placed it on my throat, hoping that he would tighten the grip. I was disappointed when he simply stroked my skin and went back to playing with my tits.

It was when he started pinching my nipple and adding the slightest of pressure on my clit, that my rhythm started getting irregular. This time, I could not keep my eyes open. I closed them and kept focusing on my insides and my skin being caressed.

At some point I started to slow down, despite being fit, my thighs were burning. He must have sensed it and he flipped me over.

Honestly, I love those moments where you’re just swung through the air and end up on your back into the mattress. He was soon on top of me, thrusting at his own pace. I looked into his brown eyes until he lowered his face closer and closer to mine and whispered, “I love you.”

He was the first guy ever to made me choke without his cock in my mouth.

With his face in the crook of my neck, he did not see my shocked face but did slow down his pace when he heard me cough, probably thinking that he was going too fast for me.

When I did not reply, he rose his head up and looked at me, “Tell me you love me, please.” It was the first time I heard him sound so vulnerable.

“I do, I love you,” I lied, not really caring what the consequences would be. I was too focused on falling over the edge. He went back to suck another hickey on my neck.

Now that I that I think of it, those words might have acted as some form of aphrodisiac for his heart; he started going faster and I knew that he was close.

It felt so good to feel his body over mine as he rubbed my clit gently with his cock in me.

And then it happened.

I crashed. My back arched and the pleasure became so intense and I pressed my eyes shut so tightly that I saw white. Our moans blended together and my hips tried to frantically match his movements.  I felt him thrust one last time inside of me and his cock pulsed, releasing his seed.

Gently, he pulled out of me. I could not move. I was paralysed with such intense pleasure after so long alone. I felt him lay down next to me. He pulled me close to him and wrapped his arm around me.

He kept playing with my hair, “Tell me you love me again.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” I kept breathing out not to him but to the pleasure I had just experienced.

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Synopsis : Basically the first time I ever fooled around with a girl. My Ally was something else.

Author’s note: Many thanks to Fewella, Luxx, Onyx03 and TheMasterBaiter for their help in brainstorming and editing.

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I met Allison during my gap year, right after my A-Levels exams. During that time, I found myself going to this private library that had a cafe-bar available to its members only. Not only was the coffee that they had delicious, they also held different activities. I only attended one religiously; the book club. Most of the book club members were little old ladies. Being eighteen, I was by far the youngest one amongst them. Despite knowing that I was not welcome there because of the looks the middle-aged women always gave me, I still went and participated.

I noticed Allison on the first day I went to the cafe. It was hard not to look at her. She was the perfect eye candy. She looked so masculine and yet so fragile. She was fit, with a sleeve tattoo and another one on the neck. It was a small skull that I knew I wanted to kiss the first time I saw it. She always wore those ripped skinny jeans with loose tees. Her arms were toned but looked so soft. I kept thinking about how her whole body must be like that too. Whenever she would get close to me, I would silently breathe in her perfume; it was so delicate, and yet not feminine at all. It smelled like citrus mixed with the woods.

At first, the only time I spoke with her was when I ordered my usual coffee and croissant. However, after a couple of weeks, it seemed that she had started to remember my order. As soon as she would see me entering the cafe, she would nod to me and as soon as I nodded back, she would start the coffee machine and grab a plate.

I never tried for her. I didn’t expect she would be interested so I didn’t let my attraction get out of control. For me, she was just a hot waitress that made it hard for me to concentrate on whatever the old ladies were saying.

Everything changed the day the topic book was Les Justes by Albert Camus. I was sitting at a table alone and drinking my coffee while listening to an old lady commenting on the play. It would be a lie to say that I was not throwing glances at Allison once in while. She was leaning against the bar table and listening as well. The thing with being the youngest in that club was that everybody thought that my analysis lacked depth or that I was just trying to be different. In reality, it was their analysis that lacked depth; they tended to take everything literally. What they said that day was what made me never go back to the club.

“Well I think Camus is just defending terrorists by giving them feelings,” A lady spat out before she sipped her tea.

I stopped chewing, not quite believing what she had just said. My croissant stayed in between my fingers while I was trying to process her thoughts. I wanted to say something but when I saw everyone nodding with her, I could not. I knew that they would report me and I would be banned from coming again.

But Allison did not give a single fuck.

“That’s it.” she burst in “I’m fucking done listening to you. How can you say that? You claim to know about the book and yet you don’t even realise that this story is based on real events! Camus tried to give them feelings to make us think about their heroic actions!”

Everybody gasped, including me. I chugged my coffee and swallowed my croissant in one go. I could sense the tense atmosphere and how everybody was fuming. I mean, I could imagine them thinking about how some waitress dared to cuss and give her opinion.

The lady chuckled, probably thinking that she was the smart one, “Oh, I did not know the waitress was in the club as well. How about you bring me some more tea? Besides no one agrees with your pathetic view.”

Everybody looked around, waiting for someone to speak up. No one did and I saw Allison reddening with either anger or embarrassment. I don’t know what compelled me to rise from my seat and clear my throat, making everybody look at me, including Allison.

“Well, I agree with her,” I said, without stuttering.

For a small moment, I felt good and happy until the lady hit me with “Oh really? Please do explain.”

This time, it was my turn to blush. I felt embarrassed, wanting to disappear from the room. Instinctively, my hand flew behind my neck as I let out a couple of “Uh”s. I looked at the lady and saw her smirking and then at Allison who was watching me with a genuine, bright smile. It probably acted as a boost because I gathered my courage and gave one of my best interpretations of that play. Everybody stayed quiet while I was talking and I knew they were as shocked as I was. Without me asking, Allison brought me another coffee.

After the session, everybody walked out while giving me dirty looks. I kept thinking how they were probably going to report me and how I would have to explain to my parents why the expensive membership that they had paid for would be wasted because they would not allow me to go to the library anymore.

I quickly grabbed my stuff and put it in my handbag. I walked to the bar to pay. While I was walking, Allison kept looking at me and smiling. I felt all warm and I guess I was glowing with a sense of pride, knowing that I had won her attention. When I got to the register, I took out my credit card and gave it to her. She wouldn’t take it. Instead she smiled again, tilted her head to the left side and bit her lip. I did not really know how to react. It was not that I didn’t know that I appreciated girls but I had done nothing apart from the occasional boob grab and  

kissing practice between friends in high school.

“Thanks for earlier. I’m probably going to lose my job but thanks. Your analysis was perfect. It’s my treat because you helped me.”

Like a dumb teenager, I stared at her while nodding slowly and unable to say anything.

“I think someone’s calling you,” she pointed to my phone that was in my hand. I awkwardly jerked my hand and my head and let out a weird laugh that I instantly regretted. I smiled at her and walked away and answered the call. It was my driver, who came to pick me up after the meeting. For the first time ever, I did not speak at all during the drive back home.

And for the first time ever, I could not properly label my emotions, I could not quite figure out what I was feeling.  

Despite not knowing why,, I felt compelled to go back there the next day. I felt relieved to see that she had not lost her job. The cafe was empty; a late morning slow period. I chose a table close to the bar and I felt all happy, knowing that I was close to her. Around noon, she came and sat in front of me and said, “Hi, my name is Allison.”

And that was the start of several wonderful and very romantic dates. We quickly grew close. She nicknamed me Kitten because of my sharp canines and she became my Ally. Together we were “Alley Cat”

One day, it was almost 4 in the afternoon and she was off work. We had gone jogging together but had to rush back to her apartment when it started raining. We were drenched. We took a quick shower. I was waiting for her in her bed, wearing her Abbey Dawn t-shirt. I looked around and concluded that at 24, she had her life figured out. She came back to her room with a black coffee for me and warm water for her. She gave me the warm mug and I welcomed her into the fuzzy covers. It was quite incredible to think how comfortable we had become with each other. She got close to me, our skin touching. She wrapped one arm around me and I leaned into her, breathing her scent in. Occasionally, droplets of water from her wet hair would fall on my shoulders.

She kissed my shoulder lazily, “You should stop with the coffee, you know?”

“I will, Ally,” I made another empty promise and took another sip, enjoying the bitterness on my tongue. I enjoyed the warmth she had brought me with the coffee and her body but I didn’t quite know what to say. She was wearing nothing but her bra and panties, both white. She looked so sexy. Suddenly, I realized I needed to tell her.

“You look so sexy like that” I gushed.

“You look sexier in my t-shirt” she replied.

I hadn’t realised that I had zoned out and was thinking about the nature of our relationship until I felt her foot stroke my leg.

It felt good but when she switched to her hand and brought it down to my inner thigh, I instinctively closed my legs because of how sensitive I am there. I opened them back though, wanting to melt into her touch. Soon enough, her hand went under my t-shirt and she toyed with my nipples, making them hard.

“I love you, Kitten.”

Before I could say anything in return, she silenced me with a deep kiss. Maybe she knew that I did not know if I loved her or not. Maybe she knew that despite having planned my future meticulously at 18 years old, I still could not differentiate between love and admiration. Or between love and lust.

She grabbed both mugs and put them on the floor, then moved in front me of me, pulled off the covers, and sat on top of my legs. My body was already tingling all over because I knew what was about to happen. It was when she lifted up the baggy t-shirt with one hand and moved her finger around my cunt with the other that I knew; I was already wet. I was left completely exposed and vulnerable beneath her and I was loving every moment of it. This time, she used both of her hands on my body. One of them playing with my breasts and the other one rubbing my body all over. I could tell that she loved my smooth skin.

“My driver is going to be here soon,” I managed to get out before refocusing on the different sensations. I wanted to thrust my hips, to make her understand that I wanted to cum already but I knew she loved taking her time.

“Ask me if I give a motherfuck,” she said before going back to kiss me on lips. She pulled my lower lip with her teeth and smiled. I looked into her eyes and smiled too. She then started moving down my body. She kissed my neck, lingering there but not leaving any marks. She knew I did not like them. She sucked briefly and kissed her way down to my belly button, without failing to suck on my nipples and gently bite  them on her way. My hand flew into her hair, knowing that I was about to get the release she made me crave.

She licked my belly button and blew on it. When she saw the impatience on my face, she giggled and came back up to kiss me on my swollen lips, all while her fingers were rubbing my cunt. The reason I adored Ally so much was because she had learned every crevice of my body and how different my reactions were depending on what she did. And, she used it against me at every opportunity.

“C’mon, Ally. Don’t take so long, please” I whined, knowing that it made her weak when I begged.

However this time, my cute whines did not seem to have any effect on her. Maybe she wanted to really take her time.

I kept watching her and soon, she was breathing on my pussy lips. She licked me broadly and when I moaned, she stopped and looked at me with shining eyes. She smiled smugly at me again, making my insides melt. Then, she went back to licking and sucking while making  

sure to bite down on my thighs. At least, she could leave her mark there. She took her time. I leaned back, my mouth wide open, a guttural moan escaping whenever she would do something unexpected. I rolled my hips helplessly, knowing that she would fuck me when she wanted to.

“Someone’s calling you,” she whispered without stopping her assault on my thighs.

“I don’t care.”

“I do.”

And with that, she stopped what she was doing and grabbed my phone from her nightstand. She touched the screen, put the call on loudspeaker and I could hear my driver’s voice.

“Miss? I’m here to pick you up.”

I could not say anything. I felt my face warm up and I knew I was blushing.

“Hello?” Joe’s voice grew with concern.

“Yes Joe, sorry. I’ll be there in a -” I abruptly stopped talking when I felt Ally playing with my clit. She was slowly rubbing it and using just enough pressure to make me feel good.

“Hello? Are you alright?”

Ally looked at me with a devilish smirk and licked her lips. She raised her eyebrow and nodded her head. Thankfully, she stopped what she was doing and allowed me to talk.

“Yeah, yeah Joe. I’ll be there in a few. Just find a parking spot, alright?” I managed to breathe out.

“Sure. Take your time.”

As soon as the beep of hanging up could be heard, she threw my phone somewhere on the bed and giggled.

“You’re crazy,” I said while smiling at her.

“Crazy for you,” she kept looking at me with love in her eyes. She was still on my legs and started moving her upper body, slowly, while rubbing her naked skin on me. It was erotic, to see her appreciating her own body in front of me. Despite feeling a little bit annoyed about her neglecting me, I kept looking at her. I rose and unclipped her bra, making her breasts fall out of the cups. I toyed and grabbed them. I pulled hard on her nipples, knowing that she loved it. I took one nipple into my mouth, feeling its warmth inside of my mouth and I bit down gently. I used my hands to rub her sides, appreciating the curve of her waist. She moaned, threw her head back before regaining her composure and pushing me violently back into the mattress.

Ally thrust her fingers into my mouth. I sucked on them while looking directly into her eyes. I could see her jaw clenching as she gently thrust them further down my throat. I gagged, tears instantly spilling from my eyes and she beamed with happiness.

When she pulled them out, there was a string of spit connecting my lower lip to her fingers. When she saw, she did not move. Instead, she maintained the string for her to stoop and break it with her tongue. Her wet fingers travelled down, leaving a trail of wetness on my skin and reached my cunt. I was already so wet that I didn’t quite understand why she had made me suck on her fingers.

She played with my wetness and spread it around my thighs. Ally liked being messy. Finally she pushed two fingers inside of me. I closed my eyes and thanked the gods that she had finally decided to stop playing. I felt myself clench around her fingers and moaned out loud. She knew my body so well and was pressing relentlessly against that spot that made my clit throb. My hand instinctively went down to relieve some of the pleasure but she slapped my hands away.

“Don’t.”

With that, she pinched my clit gently and rubbed it directly, making bursts of pleasure course through my body. I kept moving my hips trying to match her rhythm. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drown in the sensations that I thought were going to bring me to the edge. However, I soon felt her warm mouth gently sucking my clit and rubbing her tongue around it and that’s when I lost all control.

My hands flew to her hair and I wrapped them around it, not really preventing her from anything since she was way stronger than me. I pushed her into my mound. I could feel her nose bump against me. My mouth was open, this time no sound coming out and I knew that I was going to cum.

I opened my eyes, wanting to see her eating me out. I think what pushed me over the edge was seeing her humping the mattress while going down on me. The thought of her getting pleasure because of pleasuring me gave me butterflies in my lower belly. I knew if I wanted to, I could cum right there. But I wanted to cum with her.

“Cum with me, please?” I said in a ridiculously high pitched voice. She hummed around my clit in response and the vibrations increased my pleasure. I closed my eyes and when she moaned, I knew she was close too. I kept humping and suddenly, she added another finger inside of me and I came.

My back arched and I wrapped my legs tightly around her face. My hips kept humping without stopping, trying to prolong the pleasure that was making my insides melt. I knew she had come as well when I felt the suction of her lips around my clit loosening.

Finally, everything slowed down and I could not really move. She moved herself up and she was on top of me, her body crushing mine. I could feel her hard nipples pressing against the top of my breasts and I could feel her wet panties on my knee. She was glowing and I was probably too. She continued to lazily kiss my neck and whisper sweet things into my ear. I closed my eyes, wrapped my arms and legs around her warm body and clung onto her.

Suddenly she rolled next to me and opened the drawer of her nightstand. She pulled out a polaroid camera and got closer to me again. She put one leg across my belly and wrapped her hand around my breasts, making hers squish against my body. She leaned against my ears and whispered, “Smile.”

I turned my head and looked at her, smiling while she took the picture. We did not really look at it, because we kept staring at each other, unable to say anything else. Then, we felt something vibrating on the bed. She grabbed my phone, looked at it and back at me with sadness in her eyes.

“It’s your driver.”

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