Page 55 of Two’s Better

Still holding her firmly, and wanting to show off, even though my arms were beginning to strain, I adjusted our positions with her clinging to me with her arms and legs until I was lying flat on my back, my head on the pillows, and she was straddling my torso.

I shoved my hands underneath her thighs, then lifted, practically yanking her up to my mouth.

“Oh my God, Uzi,” she gasped, her hands flying to the wall in front of her to keep her balance.

My dick had calmed somewhat as we’d undressed, but now, with her pretty thighs finally spread over my face, my erection was back and raging with a vengeance.

“Uzezi?” She sounded nervous.

I couldn’t stop staring at her pussy. Those smooth, puffy dark lips. The swollen bud of her clit. And all that delicious wetness dripping from the dark pink centre, just for me. God, God. I needed to touch my dick. But if I touched my dick, I was probably going to come.

“Uzi,” she repeated, her pretty, dimpled thighs quivering. This time, I heard the slight thread of insecurity.

That wouldn’t do. “Ofure,” I managed to force out through the grit in my throat, both my hands going to her ass. “I said I wanted you to sit on my face. Not hover. Not squat. Sit. If I die, I die.”

A startled laugh burst out of her. “Oh my God. You piss me off.”

“There we go,” I said with barely concealed hunger as she obediently began to lower her hips, my mouth already growing wet with anticipation.

When she was low enough, I could barely contain myself.

Uzezi groaned like he was tasting paradise when I finally lowered my hips enough for his soft mouth to make contact with my pussy. Despite my reservations, I was wet as fuck, and growing wetter as he dived in like he’d been positively starving for it—for me.

His hands gripped my ass tight, holding me still as he licked into my cunt, still groaning. My thighs began to shake from the effort it was taking to keep still, even though I wanted to rock my hips wantonly against his mouth, ride his lips and feel his beard rub against my inner thighs.

I braced my arms against the wall, and made the mistake of glancing down.

He was watching me as he ate me out like a starving man, his eyes so fucking dark.

I lost the battle with my self-control, jerking my hips against his face. He made a low, encouraging noise. My left hand dropped down to his head, our eyes staying locked as I began to rock my hips, riding his face.

He groaned filthily, the vibration against my pussy making me moan. His grip on my ass tightened encouragingly, so I didn’t stop moving my hips, trying to figure out what I liked, what I wanted. He extended his tongue and firmed it into a point, and I clenched my eyes shut at the lewdness of it even as I circled my hips, rolling my clit over his tongue.

“Oh my God.” I pressed my forehead to the wall, rocking my hips back and forth, shivering with each pass of his extended tongue over my throbbing, sensitive clit. “Oh God. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” After a few moments, I wanted—I needed more. “Uzi ...” He made an encouraging noise. “Can you—? Soften ...” He softened his mouth immediately, and began pressing sucking kisses to my heated flesh. “Yes, oh fuck, oh God, just like that. Suck my clit.” He made a low, desperate noise, and immediately began feasting on my pussy like it was his last meal on earth.

I couldn’t stop the needy noises I was making, the way my hips were moving in rhythm to his ministrations. His grip tightened on my ass, and I felt the mattress shift as he squirmed underneath me.

When I opened my eyes again to glance down at him, his own were clenched shut, squeezed tight like his pleasure was rapturous. He was massaging my ass, almost lifting his head off the pillows like he truly wanted to drown between my thighs. Jesus. My fist tightened in his hair, the evidence of him getting off on getting me off amping up my own ecstasy.

He sucked on my clit, at first at random and seemingly for his own pleasure, before he remembered the rhythm I liked. I stopped moving and clenched my eyes shut again, wanting to focus on the sensation, on the throbbing pull of his lips around my heated flesh, the feel of his tongue occasionally flicking across the stiff bud.

I was moaning shamelessly, gripping his hair so tight it was a wonder I hadn’t pulled the fistful from its roots. He was groaning just as much, the vibrations adding to my pleasure. At some point, one of his hands left my ass, like he’d desperately wanted to touch his dick, before quickly returning when my balance shifted threateningly. I felt him squirm again, my eyes parting to slits to stare down at the desperation in his clenched eyes and furrowed eyebrows.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Uzi. Oh God. I’m—I’m—”

He made a needy, frantic, encouraging noise, his grip on my ass tightening almost painfully. I fell over the edge with a silent shout, shuddering into his mouth. He didn’t stop sucking on my clit until I pushed lightly at his head, whimpering with oversensitivity. Instead of stopping, he simply began to lap between my puffy pussy lips, licking away my wetness like he didn’t want a single drop to go to waste.

I pressed my forehead to the wall for a moment, catching my breath, waiting for my body to stop trembling.

Once I felt steady enough, I began to make my way down his body.

“Shit.” He groaned. His hands had to leave my ass when I began to move, and he had the right one shoved between his legs. “God. Fuck.”

I stared down at him brazenly, taking my time to admire him again. All that lovely warm brown skin. The faint dusting of hair that covered almost his entire body, especially his chest. How gloriously thick he was, absolutely everywhere. I knew exactly what he meant when he said there needed to be sculptures made of me, because I felt the exact same way looking at him.

By the time I made it so I was kneeling between his legs, my face hovering between his thick thighs, he was fisting his dick so tight it looked like it hurt, his shaft bulging in his grip. Pre-come streamed from the slit, thick veins protruding from the length. My mouth watered. I braced my hands on the soft “v” between his hips and generous belly, parting my lips and leaning down.

His hips jerked up involuntarily, his dick jumping in his fist as his entire body pulled taut, all the muscles underneath his sexy thickness bulging. “No, fuck, God, stop, stop.”