To Sit On His Face And Play With His Dick

Even though he knew what was coming, Alex still felt the shiver down his spine as her left hand cupped his balls. Just tight enough to tell him who was boss. Nails pressed into the sensitive skin of his scrotum, to gently scratch at the soft, hairless taint.

"Mine," she said, and Alex wasn't about to disagree with her.

She pushed him back on the bed. Alex licked his lips in anticipation. As she set the half-finished cocktail on the bedside table.

"Hard day?" Alex asked, as one leg swung over him...and then the most beautiful ass in his personal world descended toward him.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Rory said, as her cunny nearly engulfed his nose.

High-pressure jobs were like that. The pressure builds and builds, and all she could do was smile at the assholes and incompetents. All of that stress needed relief...and Alex knew from experience that the one thing to do was let that lightning strike ground out. He shifted his face beneath her, to rub his cheeks on her pussy. Just a bit damp, but it was a start...and he tilted his head, chin up, tongue out, to find her clit.

"Hmm, fuck," she sighed. "You're so good to me..."

Her fingers rubbed the underside of his dick. "...and I love your cock."

Alex's tongue found her clitoral hood. The little ring that pierced it. He couldn't see Rory bite her lower lip as she rubbed the ends of the small rod that pierced his glans. Other couples exchanged rings to show their dedication. On their anniversary, Alex and Rory had gotten matching piercings. Alex could still remember as they held hands in the tattoo parlor. The pain, then and in the weeks that followed as it healed. Unable to touch each other down there...it had been a test of their relationship. Taught them all the things in a relationship that went beyond sex.

Then, of course, once they were both healed...that had just made the sex so much better.

Rory kissed the side of his cock as it began to swell. Ever since their piercing, she had taken a proprietary interest in his junk. When they were home along, she preferred it when he walked around bottomless. Just so that when she wanted to she could lean over and cup his balls, or run her thumb over the ball on the top of his glans. Sometimes they'd just be watching television, and she'd reach over and stroke him hard. Weekends, once she'd started to stay over, were even worse; Rory liked to keep him hard as much of the day as she could, just to drive Alex to distraction. So that when he did explode, it was a fat eruption of jizz for her to play with.

Her mouth slid down to the base of his dick, as one hand cupped Alex's balls and the other began to stroke her shaft. Skinship is what she called it. The closeness that came from touching one another. To touch and be touched.

Alex's tongue slipped between her lips and found the entrance to her vagina. As her honey drizzled into his mouth her let his tongue circle the rim of her tunnel. Around and around, in slow steady circles as his hands reached up to grope his big, meaty ass. Calculated to scratch that itch...or drive her insane.

There was no rush. The sun could die by inches outside as night came on. There was nothing either of them had to do but be right here, nowhere they had to be except right here. Time seemed to stretch like taffy, though Alex knew in his head that this first initial rush would be anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour...and he lived for these moments with her.

Rory's tongue played with his piss slit as his cock stood at its full height. Her left hand squeezed his balls, and two fingers rubbed at his taint. Soft moans emerged from her mouth as her ass gyrated slowly, to guide his tongue toward her clit, or deeper inside, as his own hands shifted to grip and massage her thighs, her calves. The slow ache in his jaw told him that they had been at this for a while now, and the heat of her pussy was like a jungle swamp, tangy and humid. Her body moved in its own rhythm with his swirling tongue, and Alex could feel the same tightness and anticipation build beneath his dick. The first hot sticky load locked and loaded, but he didn't want to cum...not yet.

Not until Rory did.

So he strained. Quivered. The heat and tension in his body rose to an impossible pitch as he buried his face in the hot pussy that ground against him, the ends of her clitoral piercing pressed against his lower lip. Rory liked to put him to work, and he loved her for it.

Until at last she made a sound like a squirrel being strangled to ****. Her thighs quivered and shook beneath his hands. Alex had lost track of how many times he'd seen her butt jiggle and shake, felt the pussy kind of suck at his face as she squeezed her internal muscles so tight...and just then her mouth slipped over the head of his cock, the ends of the cock piercing rubbed against her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

Alex knew what she wanted...and he struggled, really struggled as she pushed herself down. Eyes on target as she tugged at his sack, as her lips crept down.

There was a time, when they first met, when she'd tried to deep throat him and failed. Not because Alex was particularly big, but because she'd never done it before. Getting all of his cock into her had become one of her personal goals...and Alex held himself absolutely rigid, ass cheeks clenched, his half-numb tongue barely moved inside her pussy as his whole being focused on the love of his life swallowing his dick.

Until her fingers pressed, right underneath his balls. His whole shaft engulfed in that warm, hot suction.

Alex exploded inside of her. His hips bucked uncontrollably, his balls jumped in her hands. All the pent-up seed of the entire day kept for this one moment.

Then she choked.

Semen, as Alex knew from all the creampies he'd eaten out of her, was bitter. Like trying to take a shot of straight soy sauce. Tears in her eyes, Rory held his cock in her mouth until he had stopped cumming. Until his body relaxed and his dick had begun to soften, so that it slipped out of her mouth like a sated slug. She coughed and raised her leg, and Alex finally gulped in fresh air...and then almost busted out in laughter as he saw her.

Jizz and snot ran out of Rory's nose. She grinned like a madwoman, unable to stop as the grey-white goo ran over her upper lip, tears still streamed down her face.

"I think," she coughed and sputtered. "You just tried to impregnate my sinuses."

Alex reached out and grabbed the kleenex from the bedside table.

"If I were ever going to impregnate any woman's sinuses, it would be you," he said, voice deadpan...and that sent Rory to laugh and cough and sputter as she blew baby gravy into a kleenex.

Rory was happy. Alex was happy. It didn't always work out that way...but they had this moment, together, the two of them. That was enough.