Selena Kitt - Falling Down

“Oh god, baby…” she whispered, rocking her hips as he fingered her, two and then three, spreading her wide as he tongued her slit. “You make my pussy feel so good!”

He groaned against her clit, licking faster, making his tongue flat and edging it wetly back and forth until she thought she would go crazy with wanting him. Her whole body felt as if it were on fire, and his cock throbbed in her hand, forgotten entirely, a steady pulse in her fist.

“Ohhhhh fuck!” Lindsey felt it coming and worked for it, her hips rolling in circles, her teeth raking along his thigh. She let go of his cock, propping herself up with her palms on his thighs and grinding her pussy down against his face. He took her with a muffled groan, wrapping his arms around her ass and burying his face into her wetness.

Her nails dug into the hard muscles of his thighs as she came, shuddering and throwing her head back, bucking on top of him, completely oblivious to anything but the flood of throbbing heat between her legs that went on and on. He sucked hard at her sensitive clit, making her thrash and squeal and beg him to stop, the pleasure so intense it made her grit her teeth.

“Please!” She begged, unable to wiggle her way out of his hard grasp.

“You wanted to suck my cock, didn’t you?” He came up for air, gasping, giving her a brief respite. “So suck it, baby!”

She groaned, remembering him then, spitting on her hand and slicking her fist down over the head of him like a wet little pussy and following it with the softness of her lips and mouth and tongue, making him press deeper. Her hand prevented too much of him from sliding into her throat, but even that wasn’t enough to keep her from gagging entirely on his thick length.

His rubbed his face into her wetness again, making her moan and shift on top of him, not sure if she wanted to try to get away or press back against his tongue. It was his finger that decided her, the one that slid out of her pussy to stroke the tender ring of her asshole. He kept two working and buried in her pussy, but his index finger found its way to the sweet pucker of her ass, making wet circles there as he tongued her clit into submission again.

This time she was determined not to lose her focus, and she worked his cock for everything she was worth, forcing more and more of it into her throat with every pass.

Her hand grew slick with her saliva mixed with a steady flow of his pre-cum, more copious and thick as she sucked harder and harder. When she pulled the skin of his cock down tight and used her tongue under the uncircumcised edge, seeking out the sensitive ridge, he groaned and bucked up, making her gasp when his finger slipped deeper into her ass.

“Oh yeah!” He managed a muffled groan as she stayed tucked under the skin there and stroked him against the curve of her tongue. She eased the skin up and down, squeezing her fist as she went, faster and faster. Her tongue curved around his shaft, making a little cup, and she waited for him to fill it. “Oh god! Baby!” She knew the warning tone and pumped faster, her other hand slipping down to feel how close to his body his balls had drawn, the skin tight and wrinkled and deliciously smooth under her fingers. She cupped them, imagining all of the cum in there, waiting to burst and flood into her mouth. The thought made her dizzy with wanting it, and she couldn’t hold out anymore against his fingers and tongue.

Her whole body shuddered against his, but she didn’t stop working his cock. She felt the muscles in his belly growing tighter against her breasts, their skin slick, bodies rocking hard and fast. Suddenly his cock swelled in her hand, and the first blast of his cum wasn’t just a flood over her tongue-it shot hard and fast and thick, coating the back of her throat and forcing her to swallow immediately. He shoved up into her mouth, thrust himself deeper into her throat, and it was he who forgot about her this time, moaning against her pussy, his tongue and lips losing all focus and direction.

She shivered happily on top of him, still grinding her own orgasm against his chin and nose and mouth as she milked his throbbing cock. The second and third wave of his cum weren’t as strong as the first, but they filled her mouth both times to almost bursting and she swallowed fast before taking the next, and then another, the taste coating her tongue and throat as she eagerly pumped his length.

When she climbed off him and turned around to steal a kiss, he pulled her in tight. She shivered when his tongue met hers and he grabbed for the comforter, fisting it

and pulling it over them, wrapping her in it. Smiling, she tucked her head under his chin, feeling her eyes slipping closed before she even knew what was happening. Never had she felt more comfortable and safe with a man. It would be hours before either of them remembered time, or space, or anything but drifting away in each other’s arms on a cloud far away in the darkness.

“Run down that aisle and grab me some laundry detergent, would you?”

“Fine.” Lindsey sighed, hugging herself and shivering as she followed her mother pushing the cart past the meat bins. Should have worn jeans or something. She smiled to herself at the thought of actually complying with her mother’s wishes and wearing more clothes than she had on. They’d compromised on a pair of Daisy Duke cutoffs and a tube top. She still couldn’t wear her white satin short shorts out of the house without protest. “Are we almost done?”

“Just a few more things on my list.” Her mother peered at something written on the back of a receipt as Lindsey headed toward the soap aisle. “You know what brand to get, right?”

“Not exactly the first time you’ve sent me looking for detergent.” Her mother sighed. “Hurry back, I’ll be over by the baked goods.”

“Ooo, get some donuts!” Lindsey’s eyes brightened at the thought.

“Breakfast of champions?” Her mother snorted.

“Breakfast of teenagers. Please!?”

Her mother sighed again. “Hurry back and you can pick some out.” Lindsey hefted an orange bottle of Tide from the bottom shelf. It made her think of Zach and the way he had tossed her clothes in his little stackable washer and dryer in his apartment. That hadn’t been the last time she had seen him-they’d had two more dates with just a kiss at her doorstep, which had left her both confused and annoyed.

And then there was the couch incident.

She balanced the detergent against her hip, remembering the last time she was by his place. She’d thought it might have happened then, when they were together on the couch. Zach must have thought they’d be safer in the living room than the bedroom, but Lindsey could maneuver her little body into all sorts of positions, and had managed to free his cock, pulling her shorts and panties aside so she was rubbing up against him as they kissed.

The feel of her hot, slick cunt riding up and down his shaft should have done it-

that and, of course, all the begging and pleading and dirty talk she was doing in his ear.

It was certainly having an effect on his cock. It was rock hard and weeping, his hands digging deep into the flesh of her hips and ass as she rubbed against him, and his groans were definitely caught somewhere between pleasure and pain.

“Please, baby, please,” she begged him, her tank-tee pulled up over her little breasts, the nipples hard as she rocked faster. “God, I can’t stand it, Zach, I want you, I want your cock in me, baby, ohhh god please fuck me, please, please…” She wasn’t even sure of the words, she was just begging him, aching for him-she honestly couldn’t remember a time when she had wanted sex so much, not for real. He made her head swim.