Page 9 of The Handyman

Katy rips her mouth from mine on a shattered gasp. Her forehead thuds against my sternum. "Mason… oh fuck, that feels⁠—"

I add a second finger, stretching her. Her knees widen, then buckle. I fold my free arm around her waist, pinning and lifting her a little against me while I curl both fingers deeper inside her, stroking that spongy spot that makes her thighs quake, her cunt gush and her moans deepen while fresh wetness drips down onto my palm.

Her hips roll shamelessly; I ease her down onto her toes. She moves in mini-squats, fucking herself on my hand, taking every inch I give her.

"That's it, love. Fuck my fingers. Show me how bad you need it."

Her nails bite into my shoulders. Desperate little cries spill from her throat—high, broken sounds that shoot straight to my aching cock. I keep the pace steady and deep, letting her grind and writhe until her breathing fractures and her pussy starts to flutter wildly around my fingers.

I pull them out.

She whimpers in raw protest, the needy sound nearly snapping my control. I lift my hand between our bodies, holding her wide, dreamy eyes as I slide both dripping fingers into my mouth and suck them clean. Her taste explodes across my tongue.

"Delicious," I rasp. "But I want the real thing."

I sit down on the third step and stretch out on my back along the staircase, the hardwood ridges against my spine. My head rests two steps higher so my neck isn't craned. It’s settled snugly against a step. This position leaves my face angled perfectly, waiting.

"Ride my face, Katy. I need your pussy on my mouth now."

Her lips part. For once, she has nothing to say. She hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and panties and shoves them down her legs in one motion. Steps out. Kicks them aside and straddles my shoulders with each foot.

The soaked fabric hits the floor. Then she peels off the shirt. No bra. Her full tits bounce free, nipples tight and dark in the dim flashes of lightning. Her pussy is bare, glistening, lips swollen from my fingers.

What a view. I have never seen anything more perfect in my life.

My hand moves on its own, palming my cock through my jeans. The pressure isn't enough. Not even close.

She lowers herself slowly, thighs trembling. Her pussy hovers an inch above my mouth, close enough that I feel the heat rolling off her.

I don't wait.

I grip her hips and yank her down hard onto my waiting tongue. The first thrust spears straight into her dripping cunt, burying deep as her slick walls flutter around the invasion.

Katy's cry cracks through the stairwell, bouncing off the high ceiling while her palms slap against the step above my head, scrambling for purchase.

"Fuck, Mason. God, your tongue."

I growl into her soaked flesh and devour her like a man starved, driving my tongue in and out of that tight, pulsing heat in long strokes. Then I flatten it, dragging the broad side up through her slit, swirling around her swollen clit before sucking the throbbing bud between my lips and sucking. Her hips jerk. I do it again, and again, letting her honey flood my mouth until it coats my throat.

Katy loses control, grinding her pussy down onto my face with frantic hip rolls. Her soft thighs clamp around my ears, shaking harder with every pass. "Oh God, right there. That’s it. Don't stop. Please don't stop sucking."

I suck harder, lashing the tip of my tongue against that sensitive nub while one thick finger plunges back into her clenching cunt. Her walls clamp down instantly, tightening around the intrusion.

She's right there. I feel it in the way her pussy starts to flutter and grip, in the desperate little circles her hips grind against my face. She pushes up with her arms arching her back and grinding her pussy down harder on my mouth.

I push her hips up. I rip my mouth off her clit just long enough to snarl against her drenched folds. "Come on my tongue, Katy. I want to feel you flood my mouth. Let me taste how hard you come for me."

"Mason…"

I latch back onto her clit, sucking in a slow, steady, ruthless rhythm while my finger curls and strokes gently inside her. Then, she freezes. Her whole body snaps taut. Quivering. I wait for two seconds, and then she explodes.

Her orgasm rips through her with a sharp, shattered cry that slices above the pounding rain. Her cunt spasms violently around my fingers as she grinds her pussy down onto my mouth.

I keep licking her through every wave, lapping up every gush of her sweet release, groaning low at how fucking good she tastes when she falls apart. Her thighs squeeze around my head. I lock my hands on her hips, holding her firmly in place, refusing to let her pull away until the final shudder wracks her frame.

Only then do I ease her back, helping her stand on shaky legs. She sways. I rise with her, one arm around her waist. Her eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed, lips parted.

I turn her toward the banister. "Hands on the rail, love. Don't let go."