Chapter 67 Always Yours 11

Chapter 67 Always Yours 11
The wet noises of his mouth on me mixed with my soft sounds. When the high came, it rolled over me strong, my pussy tight on his fingers as I called out, body up off the bed. He kept going, making it last with light sucks until I was loose, breathing hard.

He kissed up my body, lips wet from me, and took my mouth deep. I tasted my flavor on him, a bit salty and close, and it made our link stronger. 

“Now you,” I said low, pushing his shoulders until he lay on his back. I got over his hips, feeling his cock jump against my still-tingly parts, but I left it, paying attention to him.

I started at his chest, lips over the hard muscles, tongue in the dip of his neck. 

He groaned, hands on my thighs, squeezing light as I went down. My fingers took his shorts, pulling them off to let his cock out—long, thick, the top red and shiny with pre-cum. I held the bottom, stroking slow, feeling it beat in my hand.

I leaned to lick under it from base to top, tasting the salt drop at the end. His hips moved up a little, but I pushed him down with my other hand, like he did to me.

“Wait your turn,” I said, my breath on him. I put him in my mouth then, bit by bit, lips wide around him. He was warm and smooth on my tongue, and I made a hum, the buzz pulling a rough sound from him.

I moved my head slow, taking more each time, my hand turning at the bottom to go with it. Spit made him wet, helping the up and down, and I sucked with soft pull. His fingers went in my hair, not forcing, just there, as his breaths got quick. I looked up, seeing his hot eyes, and the look made my inside tighten again.

After what felt like forever of this slow tease, he pulled me up gentle. “I need you now,” he said rough, bringing me over him. I lined up, rubbing his tip on my wet slit, getting him ready. 

We both made sounds at the touch, and slow, so slow, I went down, letting him in. He filled me full, pushing my walls just right, and I stopped when we touched, getting used to it.

His hands on my waist, thumbs rubbing my skin as I started to move. It was a soft back and forth at first, pressing my clit on him, our bodies in a lazy beat. 

He pushed up to match, not deep, just even, each slide sending good feelings through us. I leaned ahead, hands on his chest, and he took my nipple in his mouth, sucking with our rhythm.

The speed grew bit by bit, our breaths together, skin getting damp. “You feel so good,” he said against my breast, voice tight. I moved on him stronger then, up and down with more push, my pussy holding him close. He sat up quick, arms around me, our fronts tight as he led, pushing up deep and steady.

We kissed sloppy, tongues mixing as our hips met soft. His hand went between us, fingers on my clit, rubbing hard circles that made lights flash in my head. The two feelings drove me close again, my nails in his shoulders. “Come with me,” I said short of breath, and he nodded, his pushes getting wild.

The peak hit us at once, my pussy shaking on his cock as he went deep, shooting warm cum in me with a deep groan. We held tight, shaking through it, until things settled. He kept me close, still connected, as our hearts slowed.

I felt his hand slide down my back again, resting on the curve of my ass. He squeezed light, pulling me closer, his cock softening inside but not leaving. I shifted, feeling the mix of us leak out, warm and sticky between my thighs. It made me smile, a secret mess of us.

He rolled us so I was under him now, his weight light, eyes searching mine. “I want you…” he said, voice soft but hungry. I nodded, pulling his head down for another kiss. This one was slower still, lips moving lazy, tongues touching like old friends. His hand roamed my side, over my hip, down to my thigh, lifting it higher around him.

I felt him harden again inside me, slow and steady, growing with each small rock of his hips. No rush, just the natural build, his cock sliding easy in the wetness we made. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels pressing his back, urging him deeper without words. He groaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me.

We moved together like that, hips in a gentle sway, his chest rubbing my nipples with each pass. 

The friction built heat again, low and simmering, my pussy clenching around him in welcome. His hand cupped my breast, thumb on the peak, rolling it soft as he kissed down my neck, sucking light marks that would fade by morning.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against my skin, teeth grazing my shoulder. The words sent a thrill through me, possessive but tender. I arched up, meeting his slow thrusts, feeling every inch of him stretch me anew. Time stretched too, minutes blending as we lost ourselves in the rhythm, breaths syncing, bodies one.

He pulled back to look at me, eyes locked as he moved. “Tell me what you want,” he said, voice low. “You,” I breathed, hands on his face, pulling him close. “Just you, like this.” He smiled, leaning to kiss my forehead, then my nose, then my lips, each touch full of love.

His pace picked up a touch, still controlled, hips circling to hit that spot inside. I moaned, fingers in his hair, tugging light. He answered with a deeper thrust, then another, building the coil in my belly once more. His free hand slipped down, fingers finding my clit again, stroking in time with his moves.

The pleasure layered, soft waves crashing gentle. I felt it build, not crashing but flowing, my body tensing sweet. “I’m close,” I whispered, and he nodded, his own breath ragged. “Me too, love.” We went at it together, his cock swelling inside, my walls fluttering.