Page 91 of Reluctantly Yours

That’ll do it. I’m convinced Barrett’s dirty talk could make me do anything. I’m already considering anal and we haven’t even had sex yet.

I practically rip my shirt off. My shorts and panties quickly follow. I’m an eager beaver until I realize I have no idea what to do.

Barrett pulls his shirt over his head, then me onto the bed to straddle him. This is new. I like the feel of his hardness beneath me. I rock my hips and press into him. I imagine how good his bare cock would feel against me. His pants are ruining everything.

He reaches up to cup my face, then tugs me down to him. His kiss is firm and hungry. Our tongues lap each other up. When he breaks the kiss, I’ve nearly forgotten what we’re doing.

Barrett’s hand reaches between us, skimming over my wet, sensitive flesh.

“Mmm,” he growls. “You’re so wet for me right now.”

I rock my hips against his hand, wanting his fingers inside me, but he pulls his hand away. Gripping my hips, he encourages me to move up his body.

“Hold onto the headboard,” he instructs.

I shift my body forward, moving my knees past his chest, then his shoulders. Barrett lifts me the rest of the way. My knees are now spread on either side of his head. I’m hovering above Barrett’s face. There’s no doubt he can seeeverything.

“Are you sure I’m doing this right? I feel like my ass is on top of your mouth.”

“You’re doing it exactly right,” Barrett’s rumbles from beneath me, his hands gripping my ass now to hold me in place. “You’re fucking gorgeous sitting there. I can’t imagine a better view.”

“You’ll tell me if you can’t breathe?” I ask. “Wait, how are you going to tell me if you can’t breathe? If you can’t breathe you won’t be able to talk.”

Also, my quads are on fire. Barrett must realize this.

“Chloe, stop hovering.” He presses on the tops of my thighs. “Sit on my face and let me take care of you.”

He makes it sound so simple. So, I do what he says.

Any insecurity I had about this position is quickly erased with the first swirl of Barrett’s tongue on my clit. Sweet baby Jesus, that feels amazing. It’s the same as before, yet totally different with me on top. I manage to find a balance between a thigh workout and being a complete dead weight.

“I love knowing this pretty pussy is mine.” Barrett sucks hard on my clit.

We find a rhythm, his tongue, my hips, and I think I’ve got it all figured out, my orgasm is on the horizon, until I shift my hips too far forward and his tongue licks methere.

The sensation, foreign yet scintillating, sends me shooting up like a rocket.

“Oh my God, you just licked my asshole.”

I can feel Barrett chuckle beneath me.

“I know. That was the plan.”

“Oh. I thought maybe I messed up.”

“Did you like it?” he asks.

I think about it for half a second.

“Yes.”

He licks me again, rimming me with his tongue, and this time I embrace the sensation. Liquid heat pools in my low belly. My skin dampens with the desire that is overwhelming my body. I’m dizzy with pleasure.

He shifts me down, his mouth now capturing my clit.

From behind, I feel his finger sweep wetness from my pussy to the puckered bud of my ass. He swirls it there, causing the ache in my core to build. I don’t know what it will feel like, I’ve never had anyone put anything in my ass before, but something tells me it’s going to be good and the urge to press against his finger is strong.

“I bet no one has been in this tight little ass of yours.”