Sasha D, for X Art
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Need You Now….
Lets take a drive babe. There’s nothing like getting away and hitting the open road. Put the top down and lets feel the wind in our hair and the sun on our face. Feeling warm and sexy and relaxed, I scoot closer to you as you drive, rest my hand on your thigh and I feel you twitch. I glance at your face and see the shadow of a suggestion flit across your handsome features. An almost smile, a feeling, a desire…
The miles disappear as we chat and laugh. I slowly inch closer, your arm across my shoulders as you steer one handed. Every now and then I glance surreptitiously down at your crotch, and i watch you swell slowly as the time passes. Every twitch of your cock makes me moisten, dampens my panties by degree, increases my desire for you…
An idea lodges itself firmly in my mind, and my mouth begins to water as i anticipate how you might taste. I’m a little apprehensive of distracting you from the road, but still I slide my hand gradually up your thigh and rest it painfully close to your delicious looking bulge. Your conversation falters and I hear you take a breath, see your nostrils flare with anticipation. I slide my hand firmly over you, cupping you within my fingers and you move your face close to my hair, your breath warm on my neck.
“I need you baby,” you whisper, “I need you now… please…”
I’m so aroused by you, I don’t need you to ask twice, and I unzip you, release you from your black trunks, firm and erect, your head already glistening with a drop of precum.
“You look so very delicious,” I murmur, and you groan…
“Be my guest sweetie… touch me… taste me…”
I extend my tongue slowly, barely touching your head with the tip and I taste your sweet savoury taste. I want to take it slow. I want to tease you and play with you, increase your desire until you’re begging me… but i’m just too aroused by you. I slip my lips down over your swollen head and stroke my tongue against your sweetspot.
I look up at you to guage your reaction and i see you frown, close your eyes briefly…
“Fuck,” you murmur, almost inaudibly.
I need that, I need your approval, I need to feel your need, and I take you into my mouth, deep down my throat. For a moment I need to gag but I relax and breathe through it, my nose firm against the muscle of your hairy thigh…
“Oh my god…”
Your hips thrust involuntarily upwards as your fingers roam over my back, dragging my pale cotton sundress higher. I feel your warm hand glide over the bare skin of my spine, moving lower to my ass cheeks…
I set up a rhythm; hand and mouth and lips and tongue, wet and sloppy, massaging you up and down… I can feel your need, can taste your need and i’m conscious of taking you too far away from concentrating on the road… I feel your fingers digging into my ass cheeks, your hips thrusting faster, hear your gentle moans becoming more desperate.
With my other hand I cup your heavy balls… they’re high and tight, full of cum ready to be released, and I want to give you that. I concentrate on my rhythm, wanting to take you all the way with no hesitation, and I keep my tongue firm against the underside of your rigid shaft, massaging your sweetspot with every pump…
You grunt hard and long. I feel your balls tighten and I ride out the two second wait, anticipating your cum. I stroke the base of your balls with my fingertip and feel your muscles pulsing as you fill my mouth to overflowing, your cum warm and salty and delicious as I swallow you deeply.
The sensation of my swallow against your throbbing cock stimulates you further and you keep pumping, threatening to choke me with your cum. But i’m nothing if not determined, and I swallow your every last drop. And as you come down from your high, I lie lazily across the seats with my head in your lap, playing with you and licking you clean.
“Jesus baby… I think you might need to drive for a while,” you whisper, your hand stroking my hair.
I smile, “oh, I don’t think so… you seem to be doing ok so far…”
And as I sit, back up against the passenger door, I slowly run my hands up the inside of my thighs, lifting my dress and revealing my pale pink panties; slipping my hand under the sheer fabric.
“I thought you might enjoy a show…”
~ Isabella ~