Hannah sits on his face [Face sitting](-50 Lust, +10 Suspicion)

As she felt her need to climax building inside her, that familiar, pleasant pressure from within getting stronger and harder to deny, she also felt an increasing desire to go all out and ride his face. It was her favorite position, and what made her come the hardest, and she badly needed to come.

A moment of doubt flickered in her mind, a fear that this would be pushing things too far, that she would push Ashton away with this… But lust quickly overrode her concerns, smothering and melting them under her burning desire. She wanted this badly. Too much to care about the consequences. Consequences would come later, but right now? She needed to do this.

“I’m almost there, aaaalmost…” She moaned before taking a deep breath in an attempt to steady herself. “Please, please, pleeeease let’s change positions. Lie down on the couch and I’ll go on top of you.”

“Oh. Umm…” He stopped licking her and pulled back, looking slightly uncertain. She insisted.

“Please, baby? I need this…” She whined, one of her hands reaching down to his face where she pet his cheek lovingly “It’s my favorite position… I get off soooo hard when I’m on top… Please?” She pleaded while laying on the charm offensive. Her pussy was aching for stimulation after he stopped licking her and she squirmed her hips even as she looked down at him and bit his lip, doing her best puppy-eyed expression.

“Ah… Alright.” He smiled at her and nodded. “I umm… Am not very experienced with this. But I’ll do it. For you.”

She kissed him passionately before breathlessly moaning, “thanks baby…!‘ And quickly Ashton was lying on the couch as she eagerly crouched on top of him and arranged her legs to be comfortable as she positioned her crotch above his face. Then at last, with one satisfied groan, she lowered herself down on him.

Immediately, she was in heaven. His tentative licks and teasing resumed, but she also felt his breath muffled by her body, the warmth making her even more excited. But above all, she was turned on by the control she had over this. She playfully lowered herself a little more, putting more of her weight on him, and felt that warm pressure increase, followed by a surprised groan from him that, pressed against her pussy as he was, sent an aftershock of pleasure that made her moan as well.

That is when she began grinding against him in earnest, growing increasingly more dominant as she rubbed her wet pussy against him shamelessly, using him like a toy to get herself off as he was powerless to resist. She wiggled her hips this way and that, angling her body and pushing herself down until he licked her just right, sending a shiver of pleasure up her body.

“Oh yeah! Like that, baby!” She moaned, her eyes closed as she relished in her bliss. She lifted her hips enough to give him some air, and felt him breathing hard below her, before she couldn’t resist lowering her hips and grinding against him more. It felt too good. Irresistibly good. She pushed herself harder against him, her hips moved faster, signs of her incoming orgasm that was building up to be one of her best yet… The pressure welling inside her.

She remembered, all too late, what would happen when she came. She needed to at least warn-

“Aaannhh-AH! OH FUCK!” She screamed with intensity that surprised even her, as her orgasm came before she was ready. Without even being able to shout a word of warning she arched her back and her mind went blank as she squirted all over his face. She faintly heard his muffled surprise, his coughing as he tried to move away, but it was secondary to the burst of ecstatic climax that exploded from her pussy each time she squirted. Gripped in the throes of pleasure she unconsciously squeezed his head between her legs as she moaned and came, again and again, until she almost passed out from sheer pleasure. When she finally came to, her body was shaking from the experience and her thighs were a mess. She looked down.

Ashton was soaked, gasping and spluttering as he tried to reach his hand up to his face to clean it. The guilt after her orgasm hit like a splash of cold water and she quickly climbed away and apologized a hurried: “Oh! Sorry, sorry!” Before running to the bathroom and grabbing a towel for his face. He still looked shocked and even dismayed as he cleaned himself.

“What was that?!” He sputtered after dabbing his face, blinking his eyes quickly.. “I… That was…”

“I’m so sorry!” She apologized again, looking nervous. “I… I do that sometimes when I cum really hard, and… And I was feeling so good that, umm… I got carried away…” She tried to explain more but the words died in her mouth. She was afraid that she had messed up for good now. That she had gone too far. She hung her head low.

“You could have at least warned me! I… I got some in my eyes and everything!” He protested. Her heart hurt as if it had been kicked.

“I’m sorry… I’m really sorry!” She muttered again, afraid of saying anything else. And there was a moment of terrible silence where she was afraid that this would be the end of them.

“Well… Did you at least enjoy yourself?” He asked, his tone tentative, curious, but not upset anymore. She looked up and saw him smiling weakly at her, even as he dabbed his cheeks and chin to dry them.

“Enjoy myself-? Baby! It felt amazing!” And she hugged him tight, her heart soaring again as she fought back tears. “It felt so good that I got carried away, I… I’m so sorry for… For…”

“Shh, it’s ok.’ He rubbed her back as he hugged and she felt a surge of love for him. A desire to hug him tighter, to melt into him. Instead she nuzzled his chest as he spoke. “At least you’re happy… And that’s what matters.”

“Thank you so much,” she whispered back to him. And for a moment the two embraced each other in quiet happiness. And there were no worries or concerns in that brief, tender moment. Only Ashton and Hannah, happy to be in each others’ arms.