Bitch, I Love You - Sex Stories

Bitch, I Love You

... it.

I wobbled. "Do that again."

Her tongue poked out. Pink and shimmering, it formed into the same little cup shape. I watched it, the way you watch a heavy water drop preparing to fall. My pussy was buzzing, ready to ignite around another lick like that last one.

Heather stuck her tongue back in her mouth. "I dunno," she said. "I might be over all this gay stuff"

"Heather—"

"Maybe after Davin rails your ass. But probably not, that sounds kinda—"

Once again, I grabbed handfuls of Heather's hair. I rolled her onto her back, twisting until her body had to follow. "Ow, bitch, that hurts!" she yelled. But I quieted her, my own body completing its arc and muffling her complaints between my straddling legs.

I felt bad. Just for a second. But then I looked down and saw her eyes, full of mischief, sparkling up at me.

"You tricked me."

Heather hummed her agreement into my pussy. The vibrating buzz was pleasant. But also unbearable because it wouldn't make me cum and anything short of orgasm seemed a torturous tease right then. I widened my knees, letting graving smush my desperate sex against her chin, her lips, her nose.

Something cold and wet slicked against my asshole. In my wanton state I didn't even startle as Davin spread lube on me.

"Not inside," I said. "Not yet."

Heather tilted her head back, escaping her nose and mouth momentarily.

"Wait until she—"

On reflex, I hopped forward to recapture her.

"—cums, then she'll—"

She ...

... wriggled away again. Even that felt nice. My wetness slicked so much of her face now, I could have ground myself to release on any of it.

"—be all loosey goosey!" Heather squeaked before I pinned her for good. My flat palms were trapping huge swaths of her hair against the bed. My clit was presented to her lips like I thought I might be able to just fuck her with it. This time she wasn't going anywhere, and she knew it.

Finally, Heather took me over the edge. And with a slow, torturous, lapping, she held me there.

I kept thinking it would end. I'd crest some precipice and feel the familiar gliding descent begin. But then, Heather's tongue would cut through, wrapping me in its embrace and hoisting me back up where the air was too thin for thoughts and sensation reigned.

When she did let me fall, Heather took me down slowly. And when I finally settled back in my body, she was finishing a final luxurious lick, leaving me with somewhat the impression that I'd only come down because she let me.

I let my weight settle on my arms, shifting them a little so as not to pinch Heather's hair. She was looking up at me. Her smile was hidden, but I could tell it was there, both through her eyes and the tickle it made on the inside of my thighs. I smiled back, the weary, relieved, smile of someone back from a long journey.

The pleasant rubbing pressure on my asshole was replaced with something more focused. Experimentally, Davin pushed his cock against me. With a rush that was not ...