Page 25 of Midsummer Masquerade
A soft thump echoes through the room, followed by a wanton moan. She grips my hair tighter and I glance up. She’s lying down fully on the counter now, lifting her hips, chasing my touch.
When the crackling subsides, I pull back enough to reach for one of the tubs of ice cream and hold it over her exposed pussy. I’m fascinated as it trickles over her beautiful cunt and between her folds.
“Ahhh, Tobias, it’s too much.” She groans, bucking at the contact.
I shake my head and discard the tub. “No, it’s not. You can take it, sweet cheeks. Now, scream for me, and scream for ice cream.”
Tilting my head back, I pour the remaining popping candy into my mouth. It fizzles and pops across my tongue.
I clamp my mouth over her clit, sending a symphony of crackling vibrations over her exposed clit while hooking two fingers inside her hot channel.
She writhes beneath me, the mixture of sensations vying for attention. I palm her lower stomach, holding her in place as I devour her with my mouth, savouring the taste. I will never look at popping candy or ice cream the same way again.
With a come-hither motion, I curl my fingers, hitting the spongy wall. Finally, she screams for me as she comes all over my face and fingers, her channel spasming and gripping me like a vice.
It’s become one of my new favourite things, eating her out. Something I intend on repeating as much as possible if I have my way. By the time she leaves, she won’t be able to move without thinking about the amount of pleasure I can coax from her beautiful body.
Unable to deny myself any longer, I reach down and push my joggers down enough to free my cock, desperation taking over. I pull my fingers free from her still pulsing channel and tug her to the very edge of the counter, angling the tip of my cock at her entrance.
She leans up on her elbows, her eyes dark with lust, breathing laboured as she looks between us.
My cock hardens even more in my tight grip, the tip wet with pre-cum, and I slide it up and down her wet folds.
“Yes, Tobias, do it,” she says, flicking her gaze between me and my straining cock. “Fuck me already.”
And that’s all it takes with a punch of my hips, I impale her, bottoming out.
She cries out, tensing from the intrusion, and I hold still as we both try to catch our breath.
Her eyes glisten, and I reach up and wipe away a lone tear.
“Sorry, did I hurt you?”
I’m not a small guy. Even though I might have warmed her up, I should have taken more care, eased into her gently. But damn, when she told me to fuck her already, I was ruined.
“No, you’re just really big,” she admits. I almost laugh, but it’s cut off when she squeezes around me and I can’t hold back my groan.
“And you’re topping from the bottom,” I say through clenched teeth. “But right now, I need to move—I need to fuck you.”
She swallows hard and then exhales, wrapping her legs around my hips, her heels digging into my arse, pulling me even deeper.
I swear she’s trying to kill me.
“Then by all means, do it,” she says, her words my ultimate undoing.
I raise an eyebrow at her and smirk. “Then hold on, sweet cheeks.”
All other coherent thought drifts away. There is no one else in this moment but her and me, her sweet cunt wrapped around my aching cock. I’m vaguely aware there’s something I should have done, or at least discussed with her, before taking her bare. But I’m a prisoner to our shared pleasure, and right now, nothing else matters.
Gripping her hips, I pull her forward and up, keeping her impaled on my cock. She groans and bites down softly on my shoulder, something I very much like.
Somehow, I manage to step out of my joggers, kicking them off my feet without killing us both, and head to my room.
As fun as it is taking her on my kitchen counter, I need her in my bed.
I lean over and lay her down on the mattress and move to my knees. She moans as my hands slip under her lower back to raise her arse off the bed.
Finally, I give in to my baser needs with hard, rapid thrusts, striking deep. She cries out as her tight cunt squeezing around my cock.
