by Mays, Nikki
Like right now for example. I'm leaning back against the couch stretched out pretty well. Where is the objection of my obsession and in-depth fantasies? Practically laying on top of me.
A half hour ago she came back in from the kitchen and crawled up the couch and laid right on top of me. She's plastered to my left side. And she has her left leg throw in between mine. Which let me tell you is not helpful when you're trying to keep your erection under wraps. And on top of that torture, she just slipped her hand underneath my shirt. She's tracing the line of thin hair from under my pecs down to the top of my pants.
I'm gonna lose my shit soon and should not be held accountable for my actions. Actions that I can guarantee will be extremely pleasurable for the both of us. That is if I don't blow my load from her rubbing up on me like a cat in heat first. I can't believe that I really reverting back to being a teenager with her.
I remove that devious little handle from underneath my shirt and hold it right on top of my chest. Shell looks up at me with a little pout.
"What's wrong?" She asks. She cannot be that oblivious.
"Nothing," I grunt out frustrated with life at this point.
"Then why did you move my hand? I was having fun." At least one of us was.
"Because I'm not sure if you're ready for the consequences of that little action," I tell her honestly. I'm a man on the edge and the slightest thing is going to tip me over.
"And what consequences might those be?" She asks while looking up at me with a sly smile. The little minx knows damn well what she's been doing to me.
"The kind that has you naked and on all fours," I say salivating at the thought. Just the thought of that glorious ass up in the air has my hand and cock twitching.
Her eyes get wide and I can see her pupils dilate. She licks her lips and I swear that alone has me ready to explode. She gets up on her knees so that we're now nosing to the nose. She has her hands under my shirt again rubbing up and down my stomach.
I'm two seconds away from throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her into the bedroom. I have never wanted anyone as much as I want her. But she deserves a hell of a lot more than me going all caveman on her fine ass. I move my hands from my sides to that ass that could cause wars.
I squeeze my hands on those round globes and lift her up so that she ends up straddling me. She lets out a squeal of laughter that turns into a moan when she grinds down on my dick that's hard enough to pound rocks. As my erection pressed against her, she makes a throaty growl that's so sexy my dick went from hard to painful. I move my hands so that my fingers are running up and down her inner thighs.
Shell is only wearing a pair of tiny black shorts that she will never leave this house wearing if I can help it and a tight white tank top. My hands are rubbing all over her warm thighs, going closer and closer to the heart of her.
"Have I ever told you one of my favorite sayings?" She asks me out of nowhere. I really couldn't care less what her favorite saying is at this point unless it includes the words now and harder. As I look at her raised eyebrow, I realize that she actually wants me to answer her. I firmly believe that she is trying to kill me right now. I may not survive her and I can't find it in me to care.
"No, Doll, what is it?" I grunt out. I'm surprised I was able to answer her at all with the way she keeps grinding herself on me. Sweet Jesus I'm going to blow soon if she doesn't stop. I'm not helping myself at all mind you. I've gone from rubbing up and down her smooth, creamy thighs, to tracing my fingers over her pussy, that is covered in a fabric that is getting damper by the second.
"Fuck the consequences!" She gasps out as I run my index finger over her clit.
"Be completely sure that this is exactly what you Doll. Because once we do this, there is no going back. I will own your mind, body, and soul. If you're not ready for that then you need to get up and get as far out of my reach as possible." I growl in her ear. If she's not ready I'll stop this. It may damn well kill me or cause me to kill someone else but I'll stop for her. Always anything for her.
"Hey Griz, has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?" The sassy little shit asks me before she licks my lips. And just like that all of my control snaps. In one motion I grip her ass and lift us both off the couch. I speed walk to her bedroom and toss her on her bed as gently as possible. Although judging by how many times she bounces I wasn't as gentle as I hoped to be. She doesn't seem to mind, seeing as she's too busy ripping off those miniscule garments she was wearing.
I really wanted to take this slowly but watching her tear off her clothing is by far the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Her naked is a true thing of beauty. I stop when my shirt lifted midway and just stare at all of her flawless skin. Every single inch of her is perfection and I plan to memorize every single delectable inch of her.
She laying on her bed watching me undress while rubbing her legs together. She doesn't have to create her own friction. I plan to cause a hell of a lot for her as soon as I get the rest of my clothes off. I watch the rise and fall of her chest, appreciating the generous swell of her breasts. She lets out a long moan once I remove my shirt that I feel all the way to my dick that is straining painfully against my zipper.
I undo my jeans and pull off both my jeans and boxers in one swoop. Her eyes widen and the appreciation I see in her eyes while she's staring at my dick makes me even harder. At this point, a gust of wind could tip me over. She licks those luscious pink lips while giving me a questioning gaze.
"It will fit," I answer her unasked question. I've been asked more than once if it will. I'm a large guy and proportionate all over. It can be intimidating for some Women.
"Huh?" She tilts her head like she's confused. "Oh, no I know it will fit. Trust me, I'll make damn sure every single inch of you does." She replies saucily.
"Than what was with the look on your face?" I ask as I walk towards her. My erection jutting on in front of my trying it's hardest to get inside of her. I know buddy, soon, real soon.
"You and Dec are identical right?" She asks and I can not for the life of me figure out why the hell she needs to know that when I finally have her in bed and naked.
"Yes," I growl at her hoping to God she gets to the damn point and quick.
"So, everything is identical?"
"Yes, we're fucking identical. What is with the game of twenty questions?" I say harsher than I meant to. She just keeps on going through.
"So even your peens are the same size?"
"What the fuck are you talking about? First, it's a dick, not a peen." I hold my hand up to stop whatever useless comment she's about to make. "Second, you seriously want to talk about this right before I'm about to be inside you for the first time?" I growl in an inhumanly low voice.
"Well, I was just wondering." She answers either oblivious to my current state or just uncaring about it. My money is on the latter with her.
"About my brother's dick?" I ask incredulously. She can't be serious right now.
"I overheard some chick that he had gone out with, in line at the grocery store. You know that chick with the really high-pitched voice?" I nod and signal for her to hurry this up. "She kept saying how he wasn't gods gift to women like he thinks and that what he's packing was pathetic. With you guys being identical I was wondering how identical you guys are. Ya know, to see if she was lying." She says primly I scrub my hand down my face and ask for patience.
" I can't believe that my woman is talking about my brother's dick right before I get inside her," I mumbled more to myself than the crazy ass woman waiting for me to answer. "Yes babe, his dick is the same exact size as mine. As for his skill level, I hope the harpy was full of shit, but who knows. With a voice like hers, there was a good chance that he was drunk." I say while pulling her legs apart.
I need to get us back on track here. The past few minutes went from excitingly sexy to exhaustingly frustrating. At least my erection is a bit more under control, so there's that. I decide quickly that giving her anymore opportunity
to talk or think is a bad idea, so I dive right in, literally.
I lay my body on top of hers, between her thighs, so damn close to the promised land and crash my lips onto hers. I slip my tongue inside of that perfect mouth as soon as she parts her lips. It feels like there is a fire in my veins and that feeling gets stronger with every stroke of her tongue to mine. I deepen the kiss and press my body as close to hers as I can get without being inside of her. Soon. But not yet.
I've waited years for this and I plan to take my time and enjoy her magnificent body. She's better than every dream I've ever had. And that's saying something. When it comes to her I have a very creative imagination.
I end the kiss and nibble my way down her jaw and neck. I lick and kiss my way to her right breast with its raspberry nipple. Shell is running her hands through my short hair and scratching my scalp with her nails. The closer I get to her hard nipple the harder she scratches. I draw the hard tip into my mouth and circle it with my tongue while I palm her other breast. Her tits are above average size but fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. I pinch her left nipple while suckling on the right eliciting a low moan from Michelle.
I move past her generous mounds and lick down her flat stomach. I dip my tongue into her navel which causes a giggle to escape her while she writhes around. I lift my eyes to her and raise an eyebrow. She looks down at me and gives me a carefree shrug.
"What? I'm ticklish. You know that already." She states with a smirk. I make an unintelligible sound and keep working my way down her body. I plan to make her squirm around a whole lot more. But instead of giggles coming out her mouth, they'll be moans and screams.
Michelle
I cannot believe that this is finally happening. I have been fantasizing about this sexy man for so long now and damn if he isn't better in person. When he dropped his pants my brain just completely shut down. I actually think that I had a mini orgasm staring at all of that perfection. And there is a whole lotta perfection going on.
Those washboard abs alone are lethal. Add in those crazy defined pecs, arms with more muscle than I have in my legs, thighs the size of tree trunks and the most magnificent penis that I have ever seen and yeah my brain short-circuited. Seriously, he would give horses a run for their money. I went completely dumb.
That's also the only thing that could ever come close to explain why I decided to ask him about Declan's peen. I mean seriously! What the hell is wrong with me? I know that I ramble when nervous but crap on a cracker that was just ridiculous. Mortified doesn't even begin to cover what I feel about that whole conversation. He really must want me because no way would he have put up with that awkwardness otherwise.
he totally deserves a really good blowjob. Well considering what he's working with, maybe a great handjob with some licking because there is no way I can unhinge my jaw to make that thing fit. Thinking about it now, I told him that he would fit but it's been a long ass time and that anaconda could very well split me in two.
After that thought, I realized that I don't feel anything. I look down to see those caramel colored eyes looking up at me. Oh, what an amazing sight this is. Nothing better than having one of the sexiest men alive in between your legs. I've never been into homemade porn but I really want a picture of him like this. I should try to remember to bring that up later.
"Am I boring you Doll or should I continue?" He asks with a look of annoyance. Can't really blame him, I did kind of space out.
"Sorry. Please continue. I'm just trying to get over the mortification of my rambling, non-filtered mouth." I rush out. The last thing I want is for him to stop. Especially when he's so close to where I need him the most.
"Don't worry. In a few moments, you won't have any coherent thoughts left." He says with a half smirk before he starts again.
I feel his warm breath right above my clit. He hovers right over my mound. I try to close my legs to get any sort of pressure on my clit but I can't with his large shoulders in the way. He keeps his eyes on me as he finally lowers his head and delivers a long and painfully slow lick. Sweet lord, he needs to hurry up. The ache in my core has gone from annoying to excruciating.
My hands are fisted in the sheets. I'm gripping them so hard that my knuckles are turning white. Another lick, then another and another, speeding up, only to slow down. I whimper when he is back to one slow lick. He looks up at me again and the gleam in his eyes is nothing but wicked.
"Please" I whisper. I'll beg if I have to. My body has been strung tight for what seems like forever. Vibrators are just not as satisfying as the real thing.
He takes mercy on me and closes his lips around my sensitive nub while adding one, then fingers inside of me. I arch my back unsure if I want to get closer or farther away. I'm on a sensation overload. He's flicking my clit with his masterful tongue. His two fingers are massaging and stretching my walls to their limit.
I can feel the pleasure building and building. My breath is coming in short pants. My muscles are tightening and I know I'm close. I'm so close that I can almost taste my orgasm but I try to hold out. This is exquisite torture and his mouth on me feels divine. Unfortunately, he's not giving me a choice. He double downs on his efforts with his tongue and adds in his other hand. While his fingers are moving in and out of me, he brings his other hand up to my breast and pinches my nipple.
"Come for me Doll. Let me taste every last sweet drop of you." He growls into my core. And I come and I come hard. I throw my head back and let out a low and throaty moan. It doesn't even sound like my voice. The orgasm seems to go on forever. And I'm vaguely aware of Damon kissing up my body but I'm too blissed out to really pay too much attention.
"You're beautiful." He says, his voice sounds rough and gravely. The heat in his eyes makes me gasp. His lips crash down onto mine and I open up willingly. I can taste myself on his tongue. Usually, that's not really my thing. But my taste mixed in with Damons is a heady combination. It's definitely something that I can get addicted to.
I wrap my legs around his waist and put my feet on his wonderfully muscled ass. The man has an amazing butt. The kind that makes you want to take a bite out of it. Guys need to stop worrying so much about leg day and start worrying about the squat day!
"You sure? We can stop now if you're not ready for this." He tells me while looking deep into my eyes. Silly man. Doesn't he realize how long I dreamed of him?
"I want you. I've always wanted you. I want you right now with nothing between us. I'm on the pill and I haven't been with anyone in years." I whispered onto his lips. I watch his eyes turn to lava at my words. I can almost see the rubber band that was his restraint snap.
I expect him to thrust into me but he doesn't. Of course, he would still be thinking about my comfort. He enters me slowing pushing in and out an inch at a time until he's buried himself to the hilt.
"Fuck" He hisses between his teeth. "I thought you were perfect before. But having your tight wet heat, clamping down on my dick like a vise, I'm pretty sure that you were made for me."
"So good." I moan in response. His thrusts are coming faster and deeper now. He is stretching me to the point of almost pain. I've never felt so full in my life. He gets up on his knees and lifts my legs over his elbows. Holy Shit! The angle he's at is causing him to hit every spot I didn't even know existed.
"Harder." I manage to say through gritted teeth. He starts to pound into me with a fierce look of determination. I'm trying to match him thrust for thrust but it's pointless. At this point me both know that I'm just along for the ride. And what a ride it is! I'm going to be sore as hell tomorrow and I'm going to enjoy every second of it.
I feel that familiar tightening in my pelvis. My muscles are clamping down on him more and more. We both have sweat pouring off of us. I'm so close but I just can't seem to reach my orgasm. He must see the frustration and longing on my face.
"I've got you Doll, always." He says as he brings one hand down and starts rubbing circles around my clit. And that's all she wrote. My orgasm hi
ts me like a mack truck. I honestly think that I black out for a few moments. It is one of the best moments of my life. Stars and all.
I hear him grunt out "Shell" above me and then feel all two hundred something pounds collapse on top of me. I'm too sated to care that he's squishing me. Oxygen doesn't seem all that important right now. I'm good in my Grizzly Bear cocoon.
He rolls us over so that I'm laying on top of him. With my head on his chest, I can hear his heart racing. He's running his hands through my heart making me nuzzle deeper into him. We're both sticky with sweat and should probably get cleaned up but moving isn't looking too appealing right now. Plus, I kind of like having his scent all over me. I raise my head to look at him and snort at what I see when I look up.
"What's so funny?" He mumbles into the top of my hair.
"I'm just wondering if I'm going to need to have my floors sanded," I tell him.
"Why in the hell would you be thinking about sanding your floors right now?" He asks looking a little perturbed.
"Because we moved the bed a good foot and a half and I'm pretty sure my floors are scratched to hell." I draw. He lifts up a bit to look around.
"So we did." He says with a smug grin.
"You don't feel bad at all do you?" I pout. I couldn't really care less but geesh, he could pretend to be sorry.
"Do I feel bad that I fucked you so hard that we moved the bed? Nope. Not even a little. Actually, I kind of want to take a picture of it to have as a keepsake." He says with his damn chest puffed out. I'm surprised that he's not strutting around like a peacock.
"There's something wrong with you." I murmur into his chest as I snuggle into him again. I feel his chuckle vibrating through my skin.
"Ain't nothin' wrong with making your woman happy." He tells me as he holds me close. I'm not sure if I reply or not. My last thought before I sink into a deep sleep is that I'm glad that I'm his woman.
Chapter 6
Michelle
