In the back of my head, the same old nagging voice that had been holding me back tried to whisper. He's going to be grossed out by you, it hissed. Your tummy is squashy, and covered in stretch marks. Your breasts are saggy and your nipples look like they've been chewed on.
But he wasn't looking at me like that. His lips were parted, and I could hear his breath coming more quickly, and maybe it was the way he was looking at me, or maybe it was the fact his eyes were fixed on mine that made me stand back up again, and reach behind my back.
When I unhooked my bra, I heard him hiss, and I flung it away and stood there proudly. How could I not be proud when he was looking at me like that?
"Goddamn," he swore, moving towards me with his hands outstretched, reaching for me.
I grinned a little, wiggling my hips as I pulled my pants down below my thighs. I hesitated for only a moment before I stepped out of my panties and stood there, completely nude. The cool of the night air on my skin raised goosebumps but everywhere that his eyes touched I felt only heat.
"Goddamn," he repeated. "Come here, I need to feel you."
I stepped forward, my bare feet sinking slightly in the silty sand, cold under my toes. When his hands brushed around my waist he pulled me closer. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I sat down on his lap, straddling him as he braced against the log.
"You're so warm," I half gasped, half moaned.
"And you're so hot," he said, sliding his hand between my legs. I moaned and stiffened as his finger slid along my seam. "Are you wet for me already, Charlie?"
I had no idea how he expected me to answer his questions when he was doing whatever he was doing between my legs. "I've been," My voice caught in a little squeak as his thumb lightly brushed my clit, just grazing the very center of my need. "I've been...oh god, looking forward to this."
He growled into my neck. "Fuck," he hissed. "Say that again."
"I wanted this," I moaned. His fingers were moving faster now, and I was undulating my hips in time with his movement. Each time I arched forward, my clit brushed against the hard insistence of his cock still hidden in his pants and the fact that he was so hard for me - even as his fingers fucked their way inside of me, intent on making me come - drove me almost out of my mind. "I wanted you to come back. I didn't want you to leave, not after...fuck what are you doing to me?"
"I didn't get to see your face when you come," he rumbled, suddenly lifting me up. I clung to him as he spun us around and I found myself suddenly lying on my back looking up at the stars with his suitcoat stretched underneath me.
"I also didn't get to taste you," he complained, drawing his fingers to his lips. "I mean, I licked my fingers after I was done...."
"You did?" I laughed. "When?"
He shrugged. "When I was chasing after you when the sitter called. Ow!" He rubbed his shoulder where I'd smacked him. "What? I didn't know when I'd get a chance to do it again. " He knelt down, nudging my legs wider and looking down between them with the biggest grin on his face. "I didn't realize it was going to be so soon."
"Lucky guy," I gasped as he planted a kiss on my inner thigh.
"The luckiest," he growled against my skin.
I was already tender and swollen for him even before I felt the first flick of his tongue, so when he slid his hands under my hips and lifted me up to meet his hungry mouth, I nearly exploded on contact. "Oh my God," I gasped as his tongue slid, warm and slow and slick against my clit. My hands scrabbled around on the ground, searching for something to hold on to, as there was no way I wasn't flying. Throwing my head back, I squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them wide and the only thing I could see around me were stars burning hot above me, and I felt like I was on fire with them. "Oh my God," I said again as his tongue worked its slow, diligent magic. He moved like he had all the time in the world, tasting and licking and sucking like he was intent on enjoying every last bit of me. Half upside down in the sand with my fists full of dirt, I had never felt more vulnerable. Or more cherished.
"So sweet," he murmured, slipping his tongue deep inside of me. "You taste even better..." His tongue curled, catching that spot inside of me, the one that sent me arching upward, flying up into the night sky and suddenly I was breaking open. "Fuck!" I screamed, turning my face to the side, but his hand shot out and caught me, pinning me in place and as I panted and gasped he watched me from above, his tongue still moving.
The heat that had been gathering at the base of my spine suddenly ignited. I wanted to thrash, to bicycle my legs and arch upward, but he held me down, watching intently as I shattered. With no way of moving to escape the intensity, I was suddenly overtaken. I felt my muscles all contract at once, and then go slack as a searing heat took hold of me, melting me into the ground. My blood was lava, my skin was fire, my heart was a meteor and all the while Jameson watched me, his head haloed in the moonlight.
The orgasm slipped away in stages, letting me back down gradually. When he felt me go slack and boneless, he lowered me gently to the ground and I was almost grateful for the cold against my feverish skin.
"That was what I wanted to see," he groaned, pushing himself up over me and dropping down to brush his lips against mine. I opened my mouth eagerly for him, blushing at the taste of myself still lingering on his lips. I slid my hands down his naked back. "How are you still so warm?" I asked in wonder.
"I'm not," he said, rolling to the side. "Warm me up, baby."
Laughing, I let him roll to the side, pulling me on top of him. He kissed me, slow and deep, tangling his fingers in my hair. I could feel his hardness pressing between my legs and pushed back up again. "I want to see you too," I insisted, my fingers going to his pants.
He swore softly under his breath as I tugged at his zipper. Lifting his hips, he let me yank his pants down. When his cock bobbed free, I must have made a noise, because he pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked at me. "What was that sound?"
I stared at the massive thing he was packing. "That was the sound of me realizing why I was so sore the morning after we met."
He grinned. "Should I be flattered?"
"I don't know," I teased, sliding down lower. His eyes widened as my hair fell in a curtain, tickling his belly, his thighs, and his ramrod straight cock. "Problem with a cock this big is that I might have a hard time fitting it in my mouth."
"Is that so?" His breath was coming more quickly and I was loving the effect I had on him. I felt drunk with power.
"I mean," I slid my hand up his shaft and his head fell back. "I've never been one to back down from a challenge."
I licked my lips and then slid them along the silken head of his cock, inhaling deeply. He smelled like the woods in the summertime and the noise he made made my toes curl. A low throbbing began to pulse in my stomach as I opened my mouth as wide as I could to take him all in.
"God, your mouth is so hot," Jameson groaned and I loved how thick his voice was. His hand snaked out to catch my hair and brush it away from my face. I grinned at him from between his legs and he swore under his breath. "Get that pussy on my face right now."
"Don't you want to...oh!" I yelped, suddenly lifted aloft and turned around in mid-air.
"That's better," he growled against my leg. "Sit down, like that, sweet thing."
"I'm going to suffocate you."
"And I'm going to die happy. Get your pussy on my tongue right now."
Biting my lip, I lowered my hips down, inhaling sharply as his tongue found my center again. Groaning, I tried to bend down and take his cock in my mouth again, but the way he was devouring me had me completely unable to concentrate. "Jameson...fuck..." There was none of that slow, languid teasing from before. His tongue moved with an incredible quickness, sending shockwaves pulsing through my body. I moaned around his cock, gripping his tightly and trying to match his intensity but it was too much for me. "Holy shit," I gasped, throwing back my head and suddenly I was grinding myself into his tongue, working my hips against his face as he kept at me until I finally fell, breathless and shaking to the side.