Page 32 of Forbidden Dreams
“No.” Her hand quickly flies to my wrist not to let it move.
“Then tell me.” I push my fingers up on her G-spot.
“Can you play with my clit?” I try not to smirk as I move back down to feast on her.
“Your wish is my command.” I look up at her as I suck it into my mouth. “Like that?” I flick it with my tongue as my fingers move even faster. Her pussy gets tighter and tighter with each thrust. Her juices are rolling down my knuckles, and fuck, do I want to fuck her into the mattress. Her hand comes to my head as her hips move on their own. “That’s it, baby,” I tell her. “Fuck my fingers.” I don’t move anymore, making her do all the work. “You’re almost there. I can feel it.”
“I don’t think so,” she pants out as my thumb comes to help my tongue at her clit. “I don’t think I can.”
“Baby, your pussy needs to come”—my fingers start to move—“and I’m going to make it come.”
“Brady,” she moans louder, “it’s like right there, but I don’t think?—”
“Stop thinking.” My thumb flicks her clit as my teeth come out and bite down on it for a second before letting it go and then sucking it into my mouth. “Feel it, baby,” I tell her as my fingers push her G-spot. I bite down on her clit, and she thrashes in my bed. Her hips fly up, and I have to hold them down as her hand grips my hair. I swear, it’s like she clamps down so tight on my fingers they can’t move. “You’re coming,” I tell her, and she nods. “Let go, baby, I got you.”
“Brady,” she says one more time before her head goes back into the pillow as she arches her back, and she moans over and over. “I’m coming,” she tells me as if I can’t feel her gush all over my fingers. My tongue comes out to lick all of her clean, my fingers making her ride out her orgasm, stopping when her hips stop moving, and she goes lax in my bed. “Oh my God,” she declares, opening her eyes and looking at me. “That was…”
I slide my fingers out of her, her eyes watching me as I lick her clean from my fingers. “What was it?”
“I don’t think that’s ever happened to me, that big.”
I smile. “Can you imagine how hard you’re going to come with my cock in you?” I question, and her eyes get hooded. I know if I pulled down my shorts and slid into her, she would let me. But not fucking tonight. I want time with her when I fuck her. I want all fucking night and not just a couple of minutes. Also, not when her kid is down the hall, and he’s probably not settled.
She sits up in bed and kisses my stomach, her hand moving, and I stop her. “No,” I say, and she looks as if I slapped cold water on her. “You’re tired.”
“I’m the opposite of tired. I’m wide awake.” She twists her wrist out of my hand and then cups my cock. I close my eyes. “I’m not good at this,” she tells me. “I’ve only done it twice before.” Jesus fucking Christ, she was married, and she only sucked his dick twice? “He wasn’t a fan, so you should know that.”
“Harmony,” I whisper through clenched teeth when she pushes down the elastic to my shorts, and my cock springs free. “I’m going to go out on a limb and say you weren’t the problem.”
Her eyes fixate on my cock that is so hard I think it could cut through fucking marble. “It’s so”—her hand comes up to grip the base—“wide and thick.” She moves her hand up and down, and I have to control my breathing as she plays with my dick, not knowing the effect she has on me.
“You keep doing that, and it’s going to be over before you know it,” I hiss, and she giggles.
“I don’t think I can fit this in my mouth,” she mumbles, “but I’m going to try.” She looks up at me, her cheeks flushed with the orgasm that just rocked her. “Will you tell me if you don’t like it?” Her pink tongue comes out, and she licks away the pre-cum that has leaked out of me. “So I know.”
“Baby.” That’s the only thing I get out because her mouth sucks in the tip of my cock. I watch her take a quarter into her mouth before letting it go, and then licking the shaft as if she’s licking a lollipop.
“So thick,” she notes before taking it back into her mouth and going down as far as she can. I lean down and move my hands through her slit, finding her still soaked.
“Time to show you how to come with my cock in your mouth,” I say. She spreads her legs as my fingers slide into her. She sucks my cock at the same rhythm that my fingers fuck her. “Next time,” I tell her as she works my cock, “you’re going to sit on my face while you suck my cock.” I know right away it’s what she wants when she groans. It vibrates through my dick, pushing me over the ledge. “Baby, I’m going to come.” Her hand grips my shaft tighter as she moves faster. My fingers fuck her faster, wanting her to come with me. “Baby, I’m coming,” I warn her, thinking she’s going to move, but she takes me even deeper into her mouth, and when I come, she swallows everything I have to give her. She comes at the same time as me, which makes me come even harder.
We are both panting by the time it’s done, and she looks at me. “You’re a liar,” I tell her, and her face sinks. “You aren’t good at that, my ass.” Her mouth opens in shock. “Never came harder in my life.” I shake my head and get off the bed, pulling up my shorts. “You took me so deep, thought you were going to gag, but you opened your throat for me.” She smiles proudly.
“You’ve got a big dick, a lot bigger than—” She smiles and I put my hand on her mouth to stop her from speaking.
I put my hands on my hips and laugh. “From now on, the only dick you talk about or think about is mine.” I semi glare at her to make her think I mean business. “Also, next time, though, I want the lights on. Want to see you when I fuck your face.”
“Okay,” she agrees. “Are you sure that it was okay?”
“Did you not feel me coming down your throat?” I ask, and she nods. “Then it was better than okay. I’m going to check on Wyatt, and then we need to get some shut-eye,” I inform her, and she gets off the bed. “Stay, I’ll be right back. I’ll call you if he’s up.” I walk out of the room and head down toward the bedroom, seeing him in the middle of the bed, in the same spot he was in when I checked him after my shower.
When I get back into the room, I slide under the covers and pull her to me. “Is he okay?” she whispers.
“Yeah, baby.” I bury my face in her neck. “He’s sleeping. Time for us to join him.”
“Night, Brady,” she says as she settles into my arms. “Thanks for the two orgasms.”
I can’t help but laugh. “You’re welcome, baby.” I’m about to thank her for mine, but I hear her soft snore. “I’ll thank you tomorrow.” I close my eyes right after that and join her in sleep.