Page 33 of Need S'More Time

“Yes?” June said, grinning as she ran her tongue in a small circle around the small peak of his nipple.

“I had this whole idea,” Colin said, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed and seemed to try to catch his breath. “I was going to kiss you and touch you and make you come and turn your mood around.”

”Mmmm,” June said, continuing to slide her way down his chest, pressing wet kisses to his torso, the slight line that split his lower stomach into a whisper of abs. “I’m still not mad at that plan.” She paused at the waistband of Colin’s sweatpants, taking in the bulge below it. “Is it okay if I proceed with my plan?” June had slid off the couch onto her knees on the floor and looked up at Colin through her eyelashes. Did she look enticing or desperate? Either way, June was having a hard time caring.

”If your plan is what I think it is, I’m not complaining,” Colin said, his voice turning gruff. June smiled and hooked her fingers through his waistband and boxers and pulled them down. Colin’s erection snapped up against his belly, hard and hot and already wet at the tip. Good lord, he was thick. June licked her lips as she shimmied Colin’s pants off his feet and carefully set it aside. There, she thought. Now we can do this.

“Excellent,” June said, pressing another kiss to Colin’s hipbone.

“One thing first,” Colin said, curling his palm around her jaw. She paused and sat back on her heels. I’ll stop if he asks, she thought. This is probably so unprofessional and he's getting weirded out.

“Yes?”

“I want your shirt off,” Colin said. June felt her smile grow even larger and obliged, whipping her t-shirt off her head. She moved to return to her previous task when Colin reached down and tapped her on the shoulder. “And your bra.” She chuckled and reached behind her, quickly undoing the snap, feeling the cotton grow loose. Colin reached down and slid her straps off her shoulders. The front of her bra sagged, the lace scratching over June's skin as it moved, revealing her breasts. The cold air caused her nipples to harden and Colin grazed his fingers over her left nipple as he tugged her bra away. “Beautiful,” he whispered, the tips of his fingers resting on the top of her breast.

“And one more thing,” he said, moving to cup her tit, squeezing slightly.

“This has been three things,” June said, laughing then gasping with the touch of his warm palm against her nipple.

“I’m greedy,” Colin said, a coy smile spreading across his face. “The last thing is that I call dibs on making you come next.”

June demonstrated her agreement by reaching between their bodies and curling her hand around his length. She pumped once, looking up to watch Colin’s reaction, his lips curling in between his teeth and a tiny moan escaping his body. June knew it was too dry for anything good, so she licked her other palm and replaced her hand, stroking Colin’s dick up and down, making sure he was hard and ready. When she had acquainted herself with the length and breadth of him, she licked her lips and kissed the head of his penis, causing Colin to let out a long breath.

“Fuck, June,” he said. She ran her tongue over the head, across the indent in the top, then opened her mouth and moved over him. Unlike his torso, which was thin and lean, Colin’s dick was thick, and June loved the feel of it in her mouth. She wasn’t shy about blowing dudes, but usually viewed it as an essential stop on the way to sex or something that a guy expected. Blowing Colin was a very different experience - he was more vocal than she was used to, groans and grunts coming out of his mouth as she worked him. He made little thrusting motions with his hips, not to press into her mouth further, but because it seemed like he couldn’t help but move.

“Christ lord,” he panted as June rolled his balls between her hands, tugging the sac slightly as she fluttered her tongue around the base of his head. “I’m gonna come soon, June.”

June pulled her mouth away, catching her breath but still tugging his balls and stroking the base of his cock. “Where do you want to come?” she asked. Colin’s eyebrows shot up. “In my mouth or on my tits?”

“Fuck,” Colin said, gripping the side of arm of the couch. “On you,” he gasped. June leaned down and sucked his dick one more time, keeping him wet, then pulled back and began to pump in earnest, angling her body so she was under the head of his penis.

“Come on, Col,” she said, panting and pulling.

‘I’m…close…fuck,” he muttered as his hips kept wiggling until he came on her with a groan. The hot liquid splashed across the top of June’s breasts, the temperature difference spiking her pulse again. She eased her grip, ran her hands down the coarse hair of Colin’s thighs as he regained control of his breathing.

June sat back, crossed her legs underneath her, and looked around for a towel or a box of tissues. Colin stared at her with his mouth slightly open, his eyes fixed on his release on her chest. Suddenly, he shook his head. “Sorry, let me grab you a towel,” he said, reaching over to the side table to grab a box of tissues. “Or Kleenex.” He tugged three tissues out of the box and hastily wiped at June’s chest, smearing his jizz further.

“It’s fine, Col,” June said, giggling and taking over. She gave a few strong wipes to clean off most of it, knowing that she would have to wash up further. Colin got up and walked over to the bathroom and she heard the sounds of water running, a washcloth being rung out. Looking around at the clothes hastily tossed around her, she busied herself folding them up neatly, her shirt on top of his, then her bra delicately placed on top. Okay, she thought, Perfect. Organized. June stood up and went to join Colin in the bathroom, but he appeared in the living room door frame, washcloth in hand. He walked over to her and with a firm but gentle pressure, wiped her chest with the warm rag, which smelled faintly like his soap. She felt two palms rest on her shoulders, steering her towards the couch and pressing her down.

“I promised you,” Colin said, his fingertips pressing into her shoulder muscles. “I promised you I’d make you come.” Now it was June’s turn to swallow deeply, to feel like her breathing was becoming out of control. “Now you asked me a question,” Colin said, sliding his hands down to her triceps, subtly moving her into the position he wanted her on the couch. June nodded and she rested her back against the couch and Colin maneuvered her feet to the floor, spread her legs slightly wider with a gentle press of his thumbs on the inside of her knee. He settled himself in between her legs, hovering his torso above her with his strong, sinewing arms.

“I did.”

“Now I’m going to ask you one.” June nodded again. “Do you want my hand or my mouth?” Colin leaned in and sucked the thin skin at her neck, causing June to twist her neck to the side to expose her neck more. “Which one?” Colin insisted, scraping his teeth gently.

June momentarily forgot how to speak but regained the ability when Colin reached down and pinched her nipple. Her eyes flicked down to his mouth, which was making a path across her collarbone. “Both,” she stammered out and felt a wicked grin spread across Colin’s lips.

He made his way down to her leggings, and spent time acquainting himself with the space under her breasts, licking over the small bumps of her ribs. He nipped slightly, earning a squeak from June that caused him to press a grin into the side of her body. His teeth and tongue moved lower until he reached the waistband of her leggings. He hooked his thumbs through the waistband and looked up to meet June’s eyes, subtly checking for permission. June, breathless, shook her head in the affirmative and was rewarded with Colin’s groan as he pulled her pants down to her ankles. June kicked her feet wildly, needing the fabric off her body so she could spread her legs to Colin, which earned her another groan.

“Fuck, June,” he said, running his rough palms up and down her thighs.

June channeled what small part of her confidence in her body remained from before the pandemic - “See something you like?”

“Everything,” hissed out Colin. His thumbs hooked on the inside of her thighs and he inched his hands upward. June's hips twitched, like she was unable to stop her body’s innate movement towards Colin’s hands. His thumbs made contact with the part of her that was wet and aching and a stream of curses slipped out of June’s mouth. He stayed slow, teasing, using his thumbs to massage then spread her to him. June took the moment to look down and see his face, jaw clenched, intent on his path as he shifted his head forward towards her core.

“Everything,” he repeated, his words warm against her wetness, before he pressed his lips to her. His tongue slipped between her lower lips, moving up and down in a slow slide that had June gritting her teeth to stop from moaning. There was something about this entire situation - the fact she had just pleasured him, the fact that they were on a break from work, the fact that Colin moved against her with his lips, teeth, tongue - that made this moment surreal.

The fact that all her recent panics and fears had fled every moment their lips and bodies touched, then came flooding back the moment they parted.

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