Ordinary

Twelve

The look of intense enjoyment on his face tells me he is already forming some sort of plan. "You would like to learn how to speak when we're together?" he asks.

I nod, biting at my lower lip. There's no way he doesn't already know how much I need him right now.

"Ordinary" he says, struggling to control his own tone as he leans in closer, "tell me what you want me to do to you." Leaning a little closer, I kiss his lips. Cutting the kiss short, "Ah, ah, ahh" he chides, "You have to tell me with your words."

Whispering nervously, "I want you to kiss me." I lean in once more. This time, I'm met with a warm growl of approval vibrating across his chest. His kiss is beginning to feel almost hungry, as he allows his hands to roam my body. I notice he purposely strays away from all of my favorite places. Breaking our kiss once more, he suggests " Perhaps, we should take this inside." As soon as we're inside, he has me pushed against the door in a much more invasive and passionate kiss, but his hands never leave the door.

Frustration mounting, I force myself to pull back and stare him in the eye. "Hands. I want your hands on me." His look of enjoyment tells me he is going to make me be specific. Before he could speak, I cut in "Everywhere! I want them everywhere... While you kiss... more... my neck and... breasts." With one more deep kiss, he runs his hands down my back to my ass, using the leverage to hoist me higher between him and the door. The short, halter top sundress I have on, rides up as I wrap my legs around him. He gently bites the side of my breast through the sundress. I've never thought it could be possible to physically hate a piece of clothing before, but I already regret not asking him to take it off of me. Not having the patience to ask him to do it, I quickly reach up and untie the top of my dress, letting it fall to my waist. I find myself grinding against him as his roaming hands find their way across my body. My brain fills like jello as I try to think of what to tell him I want from him next. "

More, I need more!" I demand.

"Against the door?" He asks in an amused tone.

"No? Yes? Couch? Ugh! I don't care!" I can't think long enough to form the next sentence. "Please!" I beg.

Panting, I kiss him aggressively and point to the couch. He laughs as he carries me there, and again when I struggle to stand. Standing beside the couch, I pull his large erection out from his sweatpants before telling him to sit down. My brain clearing, I am finally able to remember some of what I actually wanted. Kneeling between his legs, I look up at him. With all of the confidence I can muster, I boldly look him in the eye when I speak. "I want you in my mouth."

"Damn" he breathes, "you couldn't be more perfect." Slowly, I lick from the base to the tip. Now, it is my turn to watch him squirm. I never expected my own body's reaction though. I felt myself getting more turned on with every hitch to his breath. Soon, I'm touching myself. Swirling my fingers on my most sensitive place at the same speed as I bob my head up and down on his massive member. "That's it beautiful." His breathes quickly escalate into soft moans as he watches me. "I'm going to cum." he warns pulling back a little. Using my free hand, I hold his now throbbing c**k steady while I get ready to swallow everything his body is willing to give me.

When he was finished, Jason pulled me up into his lap. Pushing a hand into my hair, he pulls me into a more aggressive kiss. His desire for me radiating from every muscle. Suddenly, he tensed and pulled back.

"My bad. I almost forgot whose show this is." he chuckles with a quick peck on my cheek. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

Without a word, I lean forward and begin kissing his neck. Leaving open mouth kisses and nipping in a trail from just behind his ear to the end of his broad shoulders before switching to leave the same trail on the other side. I ran my fingers up along his abs as if I was trying to memorize every piece of him. I needed him inside of me. His breath on my neck was enough to make me wet all over again. "Please, touch me" I whispered.

Jason's hands roamed down my back, pausing for a moment at my ass to squeeze before moving to rub my thighs. My breath picks up and I grind myself down, not expecting to find him already erect again. Using the mouth opening gasp, he pushed his tongue into my mouth. He pressed his thumbs harder into my thighs, making me want more. The passion driving his kisses, makes me feel almost drunk against him. I need more. Reaching down, I try in vain to get myself onto him. Looking down between us, he quickly slides his hands onto my hips and lifted me like I was a feather. Following the pressure I put onto his forearms, he slowly lowered me, stopping when I stopped pressing. Still not fully used to his size, I craved this slow decent. I needed time to enjoy the way his hardness stretched and filled my tight p***y. I've never watched us do this part before. f**k, it's amazing. Concentrating on how close I was to his base, I wasn't prepared when he lightly blew on my already hard n*****s. The new sensation was enough to make me c*m all over his hard c**k. Holding just long enough to enjoy him, as soon as I recovered I was ready to explore more.

Looking for my rhythm, I slowly bounced up and down on his long shaft. Then, rocking back and forth, I found it. I found how to make my own body vibrate. His moans in return to mine were everything I didn't know I needed. The second crash of waves was muscle wrenching and made me want him even more. Looking up at him, I bit my lip. I wanted another new sensation.

As if reading my mind, Jason quickly helps me turn around. Sitting up still, he faces me away from him and this time he drives me down hard against him. His hand reaches around and starts rubbing circles around my exposed clitt. I've never wanted anything like this before. From this position he was hitting the most amazing point inside me. My muscles began failing me the closer I got to my orgasm. The light-headed feeling makes it harder to keep moving. "Please, please, please..." I beg him, unable to form a true sentence. My responsive lover supports my weight and helps me bounce up and down in the perfect angle. Finally reaching the finish line together. I am so exhausted I nearly cry.