Can't wait

Chapter 48 - Can't wait

Torin’s mouth left her breast only when the need to taste more of her became impossible to ignore. He kissed a slow path down the center of her body, lingering at the soft plane of her stomach, the slight dip of her navel, the sensitive skin just above the place where her thighs met.

Kelly’s hand was still wrapped around his cock, stroking him with the same steady rhythm, but her grip loosened as his intentions became clear. She watched him settle between her legs, eyes dark and open, and the last of her earlier uncertainty seemed to dissolve into something warmer.

“I want to feel your mouth on me,” she said quietly. “Please.”

He answered by parting her thighs with gentle hands and lowering his head. The first stroke of his tongue was slow, deliberate, tracing the length of her already slick folds before settling against her clit.

Kelly’s hips jerked at the contact.

A soft, broken sound left her throat. Torin held her steady and licked again, firmer this time, circling the swollen bud, then drawing it carefully between his lips to suck. Her free hand tangled in his hair; the other braced against the sheets. He worked her with patient intensity—long, wet strokes alternating with focused pressure—until her breathing turned uneven and her thighs began to tremble against his shoulders.

Kelly didn’t let him stay there alone for long. She tugged at his hip, guiding him to turn. Within moments they had shifted into the sixty-nine position, her body stretched above his, her mouth hovering over the hard length of his cock while his tongue continued its work between her legs.

She took him in without hesitation, lips sliding down the shaft until the head pressed the back of her throat. The wet heat of her mouth pulled a low groan from Torin that vibrated against her clit. She hummed around him in answer, the sound sending another rush of sensation through him, and began to move—slow, deep strokes of her mouth that matched the rhythm of his tongue on her.

They stayed locked like that, giving and taking at the same time. Every time Torin’s tongue pressed harder, or his lips sealed around her clit and sucked, Kelly’s mouth tightened around his cock in response.

Her saliva coated him, making each slide easier, wetter. His hands gripped her hips, holding her open so he could bury his face deeper, tongue thrusting into her entrance in short, rhythmic strokes before returning to her clit. The dual pleasure built quickly. Kelly’s thighs started to shake harder. A sharp, high sound escaped around his cock as the tension inside her snapped.

She came with a sudden, powerful release—fluid pulsing from her in warm, rhythmic spurts that coated his chin and tongue. Torin didn’t pull away. He kept licking her through it, drinking her in, the taste of her orgasm flooding his mouth while her body convulsed above him. The intensity of her climax made her lose the rhythm of the blowjob for several long seconds; she simply held him deep in her throat, moaning around his shaft until the waves began to ease.

When she finally lifted her head, her lips were swollen and shiny. She turned, crawling back up his body until she straddled his hips. Her breasts hung full and heavy above his chest. She looked down at him, still breathing hard, and reached between them to wrap both hands around his cock again.

“I want to feel you here too,” she whispered, and lowered herself just enough that the soft weight of her breasts enveloped him.

She pressed them together around his shaft and began to move, sliding the warm, plush flesh up and down his length. The head of his cock appeared and disappeared between the soft mounds with every stroke.

Torin’s hands covered hers, helping her keep the pressure tight, while his hips lifted to meet each downward glide. The sight of himself disappearing into the valley of her breasts, the wet friction of skin on skin, the way her nipples brushed his stomach with every movement—it was almost too much. He groaned her name, low and rough.

Kelly leaned down between strokes to kiss him on his belly button. When she spoke against his belly, her voice was soft but steady. “I need you inside me now. No more waiting.”

Torin didn’t argue. He rolled her carefully so she lay beneath him again, her thighs parting on instinct to welcome him. He guided the head of his cock to her entrance, still slick from her orgasm and his mouth, and pushed forward in one slow, continuous thrust. Kelly’s back arched. A long, shuddering breath left her as he filled her completely. He stayed still for a moment, forehead pressed to hers, letting her adjust to the thick stretch of him.

Then he began to move.

The first strokes were deep and measured, the kind that let her feel every inch of him sliding in and out. Kelly’s legs wrapped around his waist, heels pressing into the small of his back to pull him closer.

Their mouths met again between thrusts, exchanging soft, broken words—his name, her name, quiet admissions of how good it felt, how right. Torin shifted the angle of his hips until he found the place that made her gasp and tighten around him. He stayed there, grinding against it with every downward stroke, the wet sound of their bodies joining filling the quiet room.

Kelly’s hands moved restlessly over his back, his shoulders, the nape of his neck. Her eyes stayed open, locked on his, even as pleasure began to tighten her features again. Torin could feel the way her walls fluttered around him, the way her breath hitched higher with every thrust.

He reached between them and found her clit with his thumb, circling it in time with the roll of his hips. The dual sensation pushed her over the edge a second time. She came with a sharp cry, body clamping down around his cock in rhythmic pulses that dragged him with her.

Torin followed moments later, burying himself to the hilt as the orgasm tore through him. He spilled deep inside her with a low, guttural sound, hips jerking through the last waves of release while her body continued to milk him. They stayed locked together afterward, breathing hard, foreheads touching, the aftershocks still rippling through both of them.

Kelly’s fingers traced slow patterns along his spine. When she spoke, her voice was soft and a little raw.

“Stay like this a little longer.”

Torin pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, then to her temple.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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