Always Been You

She buried her hands in his hair, sinking her hands into him, pushing his face in tandem with her need to strum her to the next level-

“Oh, Jensen!” she murmured, fucking his tongue, which licked her, hard, dead center on her nub. His tongue opened up, hot flesh on hers, as he gave her focused and expansive flesh play.

Two different sensations tipped her completely over as every muscle tensed, her dripping hole clinging to his finger, riding his face like a stallion, his tongue working hard to keep her frenzy going.

“There! Oh Right there, Jensen” she groaned, hands curling into fists of orgasm, body flailing as she murmured over and over, “Oh, God! Oh, God!” She wasn’t one bit self-conscious. He made her not care at all. He didn’t flirt a bit with her clit, but engaged so fully. So, uh, deeply. He was clearly enjoying this. Reveling in it. He picked some perfect rhythm for making her come, and she felt like she was being played by a sex virtuoso.

Give in to it, Katherine. Give in, she told herself. All worry faded as she orgasmed hard. Moaning his name as she did. Keeping her pussy on his tongue, he maintained, tongue pushing and withdrawing, getting every last bit of her release as her muscles unclenched, her gasps subsiding, little sounds of exertion.

He looked up and grinned, and slid his hands up her body, following her curves. One hot kiss full of her taste geared her up again, her clit and pussy clenching so hard she climaxed yet again simply from the kiss, her hips pushing into him, her juices in her mouth, his mouth, the scent so arousing that she was actually coming from a kiss.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he muttered thickly. “I need to be inside you now” Instinct drove him to kiss her again and just as he was ready to make his next move she surprised him by taking the lead.

“No-” Katherine said, her voice unsteady. “Not yet”

She reached for him with a familiarity, the skin on his aching cock so soft and eager, rising up to meet her. Katherine deftly massaged his thigh with her other hand, cupping his balls, pressing against the base with her thumb, a deep groan growing out of him unbidden. Oh, man, did this woman know how to touch him. Everywhere… She even had his heart. He couldn’t stop loving her.

She licked her lips with intent, boldly staring him in the eye, then looking down and drawing out the wait, making him hold his breath with the agony of anticipation. She pushed him down on the bed. Then she held the base of his cock with one hand and began licking him slowly, flicking the tip until he groaned again, hoping he could hold out until they were ready to make love, his body so ready to dive into her flesh, to grab those curves and to luxuriate in her body.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Taking him in inch by inch, she tongued him until he twitched. Licking the front of his cock below the head and then gulping him even deeper into her mouth, flicking her tongue against him, she made him tighten and release his breath, hips shifting as he moaned at the feel of her mouth around his cock.

Her hand gently masturbated him while sliding her mouth up on his cock, making sure he felt the inside of her cheek, her tongue and her lips, not really sucking but milking him. Milking him. Oh, shit, at this rate he’d come in her mouth, and as seconds passed that idea became increasingly appealing…

One of his hands touched her head, stroking her hair encouragingly even as he struggled inside, fighting the pleasure she was draining from him, torn between wanting immediate release and craving the feeling of being in her.

Building up the speed almost excruciatingly slowly, she played him like a damned instrument, and as his fingers tightened in her hair, her silky locks felt like another layer of possibility, her hair casual and comforting and just right- like everything else this evening. She gently touched his balls and he felt his juices begin to ooze out into her mouth, so that she gasped even with his pole in her mouth, the combination of moist heat and cold, rushing air too much.

The sound of her voice vibrated his cock in her throat, her lips kissing her own thumb and forefinger, wrapped like a cock ring, as Jensen was completely enveloped by her.

Nearly screaming, he sat up and grasped her head, grinding his hips in and out as she sucked hard, then let go, in rhythm to get him off. She completely covered his root with her lips. He panted, overtaken by this gem, his hands roaming over her gorgeous breasts, her hair falling in waves over her face as she mouth fucked him, and the better part of him stopped her, wanting to give her more.

But holy hell, she was a master at this. She was good at this. Really good. Screw it. He wasn’t letting her go, he told himself. Definitely not letting her go.. Ever.

Katherine’s mouth worked the magic she knew she possessed. She knew she had him completely in her spell. And she liked it.

His fingers sought out her arousal, discovering her wetness. “I want you, Kat. I need to be in you,” he murmured, her eyelids fluttering shut and her brain bending into a pretzel, twisted by a sudden lust, a lushness to his words, their presence, this now that made her want to immerse herself in Jensen forever.

You would think she would be sated from what he had done with that skilled tongue, but a new wave renewed within. She wanted every inch of him, however he was willing to give it.

Katherine needed to impale herself on him, to ride that shaft, to feel his body on top, to have his hands on her, in her, over her -whatever her-and she wanted to exert control once again, to be controlled, to just- Have more.

Shoving him back on the bed, she put her legs on either side of his hips, the rasp of leg hair and flesh like music to her ears, his mere touch connecting her to a confidence she enjoyed.