“Ow. You’d think I’d be used to these by now.”
Barrett pulls me to standing and kisses the spot where my eyelid hurts.
“Come with me,” he says.
“That’s what I’ve been doing. For the past two nights,” I mutter. It’s not really a hardship but I am starting to get frustrated with my 0-3 losing streak.
I follow him upstairs and into my bedroom. The past two nights when Barrett has won our WordIt competition, he’s immediately lowered me to the couch in the study and feasted on his prize. It’s still bizarre to me that he wins and I get an orgasm. I guess we’re both winners.
That being said, I’m getting frustrated. I want to reciprocate. I’m dying to reciprocate, especially since every time he’s pulled away I’ve seen the impressive bulge in his pants. I know what’s in there. I’ve seen it in the shower, and I want it badly.
I tell myself it has nothing to do with feelings, like Jules and I discussed, but a mere curiosity. Like how quickly could I make Barrett come with my mouth?
“I thought we’d change it up tonight.”
“Yeah?” My eyes can’t help but drop to the bulge in his pants.
He adjusts his erection. “Not that.”
“Oh.” I pout.
He tips my chin up with his fingers. “I want you to sit on my face.”
My body’s reaction to Barrett’s request is to send a fresh wave of arousal between my legs. It’s gearing up for what is to come. Literally. My brain, on the other hand, is two steps behind.
“How does that work? Won’t I suffocate you?” I already thought I cut off his air supply the first time he had his head between my thighs.
His hands slip beneath the hem of my shirt, his seeking fingers skim along my ribcage. His thumbs circle the peaks of my nipples. “I’ll be fine. Better than fine.” He smiles wickedly. “I want to look up and see your gorgeous tits above me while I fuck your sweet cunt with my tongue.”
That’ll do it. I’m convinced Barrett’s dirty talk could make me do anything. I’m already considering anal and we haven’t even had sex yet.
I practically rip my shirt off. My shorts and panties quickly follow. I’m an eager beaver until I realize I have no idea what to do.
Barrett pulls his shirt over his head, then me onto the bed to straddle him. This is new. I like the feel of his hardness beneath me. I rock my hips and press into him. I imagine how good his bare cock would feel against me. His pants are ruining everything.
He reaches up to cup my face, then tugs me down to him. His kiss is firm and hungry. Our tongues lap each other up. When he breaks the kiss, I’ve nearly forgotten what we’re doing.
Barrett’s hand reaches between us, skimming over my wet, sensitive flesh.
“Mmm,” he growls. “You’re so wet for me right now.”
I rock my hips against his hand, wanting his fingers inside me, but he pulls his hand away. Gripping my hips, he encourages me to move up his body.
“Hold onto the headboard,” he instructs.
I shift my body forward, moving my knees past his chest, then his shoulders. Barrett lifts me the rest of the way. My knees are now spread on either side of his head. I’m hovering above Barrett’s face. There’s no doubt he can see everything.
“Are you sure I’m doing this right? I feel like my ass is on top of your mouth.”
“You’re doing it exactly right,” Barrett’s rumbles from beneath me, his hands gripping my ass now to hold me in place. “You’re fucking gorgeous sitting there. I can’t imagine a better view.”
“You’ll tell me if you can’t breathe?” I ask. “Wait, how are you going to tell me if you can’t breathe? If you can’t breathe you won’t be able to talk.”
Also, my quads are on fire. Barrett must realize this.
“Chloe, stop hovering.” He presses on the tops of my thighs. “Sit on my face and let me take care of you.”
He makes it sound so simple. So, I do what he says.
Any insecurity I had about this position is quickly erased with the first swirl of Barrett’s tongue on my clit. Sweet baby Jesus, that feels amazing. It’s the same as before, yet totally different with me on top. I manage to find a balance between a thigh workout and being a complete dead weight.
“I love knowing this pretty pussy is mine.” Barrett sucks hard on my clit.
We find a rhythm, his tongue, my hips, and I think I’ve got it all figured out, my orgasm is on the horizon, until I shift my hips too far forward and his tongue licks me there.