Page 13 of 3rd and 4 (Season of Change #3)

“Eli—” She cuts herself off with a moan, my tongue parting her pussy lips and licking her from hole to clit.

I groan into her supple flesh, knowing I have tasted heaven.

My fingers skate over her skin, up to her tits.

Her tight little nipples taunt me. I rub my thumbs over the distended tips, digging my tongue deep into her pussy when her body jolts and gushes.

I happily drink her up. She writhes, her head rolling back and forth as she’s assaulted with overwhelming sensation.

Her abs clench, her thighs tighten, her clit throbs beneath my tongue.

I know she’s about to cum, but I can’t resist trying out a theory.

Her head snaps up when I abandon her when she’s right on the precipice.

I straddle her thighs, hovering over her to dip my head down to lick one of her tasty morsels.

Her nipple hardens against the roof of my mouth, her cries pick up, and when I pinch her other nipple, her entire body locks up and her screams announce to anyone with ears that she’s cum.

I give her a moment to breathe, pushing my shorts and briefs down to free my cock and balls.

She blinks slowly, like she’s just waking up from a deep sleep, a slow smile on her pretty lips.

“That was one.” Her eyes widen almost comically.

“I want to see if you can cum just from me playing with these tasty titties.” She swallows hard, I watch enraptured as her throat works, her chest rapidly rising and falling with shallow breaths.

On my knees, I move up her body, until my cock hangs over her chest. Her eyes are riveted, studying it like it’s a new species.

And to her, I guess it is. When she licks her lips and unconsciously sticks her tongue out to taste the precum flowing from my angry red tip, I drop a hand to my balls and squeeze, so I don’t cum.

In control once more, barely, I circle her left nipple with my finger, idly tracing the pebbled flesh.

Bowing my back slightly, I grip the shaft of my cock to point the head down so I can run it over her right nipple.

She moans, her pelvis rising with nothing to meet.

Daya scowls, a determined slant to her brows, her hands shooting up to my hips.

She pulls me toward her face before I realize what’s happening, and I sink just the tip into the wet warmth of her mouth.

“Fuck.” I groan, shifting back slightly only to push past her lips a little deeper.

She hums with a shrug, her tongue moving fast, then slow, then fast again around me.

My hands fall to the wall to hold myself up, the suction of her mouth siphoning my muscle control as well as my cum.

When she releases me to suck in a breath, I retreat to play with her tits again.

She pouts, making me laugh. It falls away as her eyes close when I tap my cock against her nipple.

I tease them both, wetting them with the mix of her saliva and precum.

She loves to be pinched, her back bowing, thrusting her tits high in the air.

She’s a greedy little thing, directing me with grunts and moans.

Daya plants her feet in the mattress and spreads her legs wide.

I can smell her arousal. She tries to sneak her hand between her legs, but I smack her hand away and pull both arms above her head to pin them there.

“Bad girl. You cum from my cock and fingers on your tits, or you don’t cum at all.”

“I feel…I don’t know…I feel empty.”

I start stroking in earnest, dragging the underside of my cock over her nipples, pushing the flesh of her tits together, pulling on her nipples and rifling my cock through the shallow valley it creates.

A steady flush spreads from her chest up her neck to her face.

Her mouth opens as her neck arches, one hand over mine as I jack my cock faster, the other smacking my thigh repeatedly.

She breaks, twitching and rolling beneath me.

She came from nipple stimulation… “Fuuuuck!” I groan long and low, my release slamming into me like a mac truck.

Her naked chest heaves, covered in my seed.

I rub it into her skin, thumbing her nipples to prolong her pleasure.

Glassy eyes, rosy cheeks, she looks up at me and smiles lazily.

I lay down beside her, turning her face to mine so I can kiss her.

We kiss for a long time, unhurried until our heartrates return to normal.

I have no desire to move, being exactly where I belong, with her soft skin against mine, her head on my chest.

Her stomach rumbles. She grunts, burrowing into my side. When I start laughing, her head snaps up and she frowns. “Feed me,” she demands like the angry little fox she is. I tap her lips with my fingers and wink.

“I did.” Her eyes flare for just a second, before she evens out her expression.

“It obviously wasn’t satisfying.”

I’m on her before the next heartbeat. Tickling her sides, while she rolls back and forth to dislodge me, both of us laughing our asses off. She’s hella strong, but I’m stronger and bigger. “You little shit!”