bakerstreet | Sexting the night away

That wasn't so bad.

[Her free hand came up to hold his cock, angling it up and away from his body so she could lean down and lick away the drip of precome threatening to spill over the side.]

And that?

Th- [She cut him off with a soft 'ah', a hiss and something that sounded like a choked sob as she teased him with the ghost of the feel of her tongue.] Yes...

Yes what?

[She was going to make it even more difficult for him to talk, because she was going to suck at the head of him, turning the vibrator a little higher as she drew back and blew over the wet head of his cock.]

[Yes to this. All of this. Whatever was happening. He was dangling on the edge by a thread and he didn't have any more words he was capable of giving. His poor pillow was getting the brunt of his abuse as she teased him to the point where his breaths were as strained as the taut muscles in his forearms and his white knuckles. He didn't have the self-restraint not to move when her mouth was on him and even though it wasn't anymore, he was groaning like she was going to get him off just with his ass clenching hot and tight around her toy.]

I'm sorry, I didn't hear that. What was it? Yes to what, Matthew.

[She flicked her tongue over him, blowing against the wet skin again as she turned the vibrator up another notch, then started to slide it inside him with a little more speed. Her fingers started to brush against his ass cheeks, and she realized she was pressing it all the way inside him. Well, good job, Matt.]

[She had him moaning noisily as his groin moved like it was trying to fuck her vibrator back. If 'nnn's and 'ah's were words there were plenty of those tumbling from his lips. His legs were struggling to find any grip in the silk as he tried to change the angle to get her back to ramming his prostate into orgasm.] I'm gonna come. [He lifted his head weakly for two seconds and the heel of his palm slid helplessly down the smooth sheet before his hair splayed messily over the pillow again.] Jessinnngh- Jessss... please. Please. [He was so close and desperate for release she had him begging without even asking for it.]

[That flush over her cheeks deepened, Jessica biting her lip as she watched him squirm. She could have kept teasing him, could have drawn it out until he did something about it, until he did more than just react to her, but she was trying to prove a point. That this could be fun. That this could be added to what they usually did, along with a few other things.

She felt she'd made that point.]

Should I let you make a mess, or should I swallow it down...?

[If she had made him suffer until he was screaming he might have been tempted to kick her off of the bed and finish himself off shamelessly. Fortunately she probably couldn't leave him hanging that long even if she tried. He was already halfway gone and fraying at the edges, teetering unsteadily on the precipice just before everything in his body coiled and tightened in anticipation of the waves that would rip right through him.]

I don't think you're going to last much longer, Matt. Mouth or no?

[She didn't mind either way. She'd have a bonus no matter what answer he picked, and right now, she was just enjoying watching that look on his face, seeing his body straining as she held his thigh down against hers, keeping him in place as she continued to fuck him.]

[He caught the tail end of that question that time, which had him forcing his eyes open to face the darkness as he half-distracted himself thinking about what she was asking instead of this 'mouth or what why how' floating around in his head.] No... no.

Good. Now make a mess for me.

[She angled the vibrator so that it was pressing more towards her, more up against his prostate as she held him down, licking once over the length of his shaft before she sat up and watched him, feeling the heat flame over her as she fought the temptation to rip her clothes off and straddle him.]

[You could have mistaken his pleasure for pain, what with the way he cried out as the most intense orgasm he's had in recent history tore through his body mercilessly and threatened to knock him unconscious. His hips bucked and his stomach tightened as his cock squeezed out spurts of a hot, sticky mess all over his belly. She left him wrecked and exhausted, panting and sweating, his chest and stomach rising and falling rapidly in exertion. The involuntary spasms and tingling that to Matt felt like pins and needles in his lower back were the only comforting signs that he still had any feeling in his lower body.]

[She turned the toy off as he was still spurting over his chest and stomach, white ropey strands of come painting him. She left it in him for a little while longer, watching him tremble, hearing his ragged breathing and feeling... horny as fuck.

Slowly, carefully, she slid it out of him and set it to the side, stroking both hands along the insides of his thighs and up over the tops of them, like she was calming an exhausted horse.]

Oh, if I only had my camera.

[The 'what the hell just happened' would come to him, either a little later or when he woke up in the morning. Because none of that felt like what it usually felt like with her. He was used to feeling spent, not destroyed. Tired more so than exhausted. And where he was used to a fast drop from his euphoric high to a low that he rode out in a few minutes, he felt like he was still suspended in a slow, inevitable fall.

He couldn't help but feel just a little bit guilty for enjoying it as much as he did. But no camera was good. No camera meant feeling less self-conscious. And no camera also meant both her hands on his body.] Should I be worried about you bugging my place sometime?

Nope. Just a fantasy I'll keep for a rainy day. I take it you didn't mind that? Was it... would you want to do it again some time?

[Not right then, of course. God, he looked like he'd actually fall flat on his face if he tried to walk just then. It was perfect.]

...yes. [If he seemed hesitant it was most likely because he honestly didn't know what 'that' was. Or is. He was still feeling it. And on top of that he felt like he couldn't move.] Would you?

Oh, that's a resounding yes. I might even want to look into new things. Like... strap ons? Because that was hot, but I think I'd like the idea of actually fucking you some time.

[That drew a small, breathless laugh from him as he combed his hand through his damp hair, over his forehead behind his ear.] Do you need more reasons to have me on my knees?

Mm, bent over the table and me taking you from behind might be nice for a change.

[Her hands still pet over him, stroking over his thighs, up along his sides and then opting to run them through the mess he'd made, spreading it over him.]

[He cracked one eye open first and then the other as a small smirk crept across his face. The inner puritan stopped him short of verbally going along with her.] Maybe I shouldn't have told you what we got up to in college.

Maybe you should have told me sooner.

[She smoothed his come all over those abs, slapping the inside of his thighs gently and then looking at him with a happy sigh.]

Now I need to go wash up.

It was a long time ago. Before all... this. [They were happier people then. And young - almost painfully naive about getting law degrees to change the world.]

Taking your clothes off when you get back?

Is that a request?

[She moved to wriggle out from between his legs, hands up to keep from getting it all over his sheets. She headed for his bathroom, trying to touch as little as possible before she got the water started to clean her hands off.]

I'd make it worth your while. [She could mess his sheets and the rest of his place up. He didn't mind. As the feeling slowly returned to his legs he breathed a sigh up towards the ceiling, listening to her footsteps fade around the corner.]

How's that? You'd make more of a mess all over the place? You need to clean up too, Devil boy.

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