Page 67 of Another Last Call
It felt amazing. I watched as he played with my pussy, his hand moving delicately in my panties. Then I watched his cock running through my hand, appreciating the way his veins felt under my palms. When I looked back up at him, he was watching me, a small smile on his face.
I smiled in return, blushing. “I like to watch us.”
“Yeah?” he breathed. “You like how my cock looks in your hand? And how my fingers look when they’re buried in that wet little pussy of yours?”
“I do,” I said.
He groaned softly. “I do too, Mags. But what I like most is seeing the look on your face when I do this…”
He slipped a finger inside me with a confident familiarity. I cried out, my pussy tightening around his finger as he let out a strangled chuckle.
“Yeah,” he said. “Just like that. Do you know how fucking hot it is to see that how much you love having part of me inside you written all over your face like that?”
“Imagine how much better it’ll look when it’s your cock instead of your finger,” I gasped.
He chuckled again, then groaned as I tightened my grip on his cock and stroked intently. “Maybe you should let me take a look at that expression. Just to compare, you know.”
“If you insist,” I replied, and he withdrew his hand from my panties.
Caleb reached for my hips and pulled me forward, forcing me to let go of his cock and slide it between my legs. My panties were soaked, and I was sure he could feel my wetness through them. Leaning against Caleb’s chest, I kissed him again, my breasts pressing against his naked torso. Gently, I ground myself against the stiff rod between my legs, moving my hips in a tight circle.
He groaned and ran his hands up and down my back, squeezing my ass and dragging his fingers along my spine.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” I whispered.
“In my pocket,” he replied. “Stand up and take your panties off, Mags.”
I wasn’t sure if he had planned to get me naked, or if he just happened to carry condoms around all the time since we were fucking weekly anyway, but I didn’t care. I pushed myself off the lounger and watched as he grabbed the condom from his pocket before kicking his pants off. I waited until he had unrolled it on his cock and his eyes were back on me to slide my panties down my legs.
As I stepped out of them, he licked his lips. I stood in front of him for a moment, pausing in the cooling night air so he could trail his eyes up and down my naked body.
“Come here,” he murmured, his voice needy.
I tucked my hair behind my ear and crawled back onto the lounger. He had one hand on his cock, ready to guide himself into me, and the other rested on my hip. I hovered over him, feeling him ready at the slick entrance of my pussy.
“I love you,” I whispered. Leaning forward, I kissed him and lowered myself onto his waiting cock.
The sigh of relief that left my lips matched Caleb’s, and I paused for a moment once he was inside me. My arms were around his neck, and his around my waist. Our chests pressed together, my legs squeezing against his thighs, and his cock filled me completely. I wanted him more than anything in the entire world. I wanted the closeness between us to last forever, to live in that moment where our bodies touched everywhere they could.
As I began moving against him, his lips left mine and he buried his face against my breasts. His hands moved to my hips, guiding me up and down as I rode him. He managed to get his mouth around one of my nipples as my tits bounced against him, and I cried out as he sucked on it.
His hips rose to meet me, and before long, we were moving against each other in unison. His hand slid to the small of my back, helping push me down against him as he thrust up into me. With his mouth on my tits and the thickness of his cock stretching my pussy, my mind was gone, focusing only on the pleasure radiating throughout me, working only towards feeling Caleb explode inside me.
Deep inside my body, I could feel the telltale signs of an orgasm approaching. Each time he buried himself within me, it got closer, and I panted as my fingers and toes began to tingle.
And he knew. Somehow, he always fuckingknewright when I was about to come. I didn’t know if I loved or hated that about him. On the downside, he might deny me an orgasm again.
On the upside, he might deny me an orgasm again. And again. And then he’d finally let me come, just like he always did, and I would… well.
But that wasn’t what he was there for that night.
“Come for me,” Caleb murmured, his breath hot against my chest. “I fucking love when you come on my cock, Mags.”
I tried to say something back, though I could never remember what it was, but he pushed me over the edge. Bolts of pleasure rushed through my body and I cried out, bearing down on his cock as my orgasm moved through me like electricity. Caleb continued thrusting up into me as I came, and I clutched him like a life preserver.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Caleb came. He held me tight to him, his face still mashed against my breasts, grunting as he stilled within me. I held him as he panted, only moving when I was sure every spurt had finished.
Moving off his cock, I stretched my legs alongside him. His arms cradled me to him, our bodies pressed together in that lounger that had just enough space for the two of us.
