Come To Me

CHAPTER THREE-2

As much as she wanted to take her tongue and taste his lips, she avoided going there by sliding down to his neck instead. Resting in the nook of his shoulder and neck, she takes her hand and puts it on the other side of his neck and pulls him closer to her.

Again, using her nose, she runs it along the length of his neck up behind his ears and moans softly into it. Feeling completely overcome, she can’t stop her tongue from coming out and running down the perimeter of his ear, taking care to stop and suckle slightly on his lobe. It’s a good thing the windows are up, as he let out his own, not so quiet moan at that moment. She takes a small nibble and bite on it and then sits up to

look into his eyes once again.

There won’t be any hiding the protrusion coming from his pants for much beyond another minute, if that, after that phenomenal tease with her tongue. It’s already visibly throbbing within his shorts and that’s only because it’s not completely full and pulling tight that it has just enough room left for such movement. The hand she had on his neck that had pulled him forward had fallen to his chest and rested there. As she’s pulled away slightly, he looks at her and pleads mercilessly with his eyes to continue. “I can see what you want and need Deegan, and it is really all I can do to refrain from giving you any more affection than I already have, but we really must stop.

This, you and I both know, cannot lead to anything good. Well, at least anything good for the future. I have no doubt that anything physical that were pursued at this point would leave us speechless.” Knowing her propensity for the almighty challenge, he reaches deep down and decides to be selfish and play a bit unfair. “I understand, but let me offer you this.” He takes her hand laid upon his chest and slowly slides it down and holds it over the place where all the blood in his body now resides. If over the course of their talks, he heard not much else, he did know that the c**k is one thing she could barely deny. He’s putting her to the test. Even if he knows how hugely unfair it is to do so in her obviously weakened and vulnerable state in this moment.

Well, there you go, she thinks. He’s playing unfair. Immediately her challenge neurons kick into high gear. Feeling the hard, throbbing c**k that lay underneath her hand, she instinctively and without much thought, pressed down of her own accord and began to rub in slow, seductive strokes while also getting a good idea of what she’d find once she takes it out of its pants entrapment. And she WOULD be taking it out.

There was probably never any doubt since she agreed to meet that she wouldn’t hold it, stroke it and taste it. Now that process has started. The throbbing increased from the slow strokes and caused her to lay her head back with eyes closed just to catch some air.

Much of that air came with long low moans and squirming in her seat. She can feel the heat and dampness increase between her own legs with each passing second.

Yeah, he had no doubt that would work. There was never any doubt that she’d take that lead and go with it. He wonders though, just how much attention he can get from her. He could still feel an air of resistance from certain things. While her head is laid back, he takes his hand and places it upon her neck and caresses the upper chest and then slows to feel not only the rise and fall of her chest, but the pounding within.

Another moan is released. He takes his arm and wraps it around her shoulders to bring her closer to him and with his other hand he begins to learn the curves of her body. Her breasts are so full they are barely contained in her bra and with just the right swoop could easily fall out. He knows from pictures she’s shared with him what lies underneath, but he must see them in the flesh. He begins to slide his hand beneath the cup and squeeze gently. Moving his fingers within, his pinky finds his way to the ridgeline of her areola, that is tensed up with excitement and with a small twitch he finally finds the glorious protruding n****e. He feels his face fill with heat only to realize that once again he had stopped breathing, so he finally takes a gulp of air.

Once she feels his body tense up and hers is quivering from the tingling he’s providing by touching her n*****s, she looks down and is, ironically not surprised that she has taken his full c**k out of his pants and had started stroking in long slow strides.

The smooth skin of his shaft is perfect for this particular activity, and he’s cut perfectly.

Being an aficionado of c**k, she can say with expertise this is quite a glorious c**k. She loves nothing more than to have one in her hand and feel it wanting to burst with every up and down her hand provides. Wanting to very much taste it, she begins to figure out just how to get her mouth to it more easily. The console wouldn’t necessarily prevent it from this position, but it would be so much nicer to have exactly what she wanted with enough room to do what she wanted to it.

Deegan can hardly believe he has her hands wrapped around his c**k. Just one of the things he’d wanted since basically the very beginning and thinking not long after that it would be a lost cause. After having her describe her oratory skills to him and her genuine love of d**k, he could imagine that it would be beyond phenomenal, but he’s overwhelmed at just what her hands alone can do. It’s as if she’s had her own all of her life. So natural and instinctually exactly what feels so wonderful. And to think, it only gets better from here. As her head has come back down and he sees her so intently admiring him in her hand, she looks up at him and catches him staring at her. The arm he has wrapped around behind her goes to pull her in, and while she lets him do that, she turns the face away slightly, he knows, to avoid that forbidden kiss. No matter, he continues to approach her with his lips. Holding the side of her head to keep her close, he starts with small nibbles and sensuous kisses on her neck, working his way up to her cheek. He nears close to her mouth, but she guards it carefully. All the while never breaking stride with her hand and keeping the perfect rhythm. He wants to move to a better position but also doesn’t want to stop this pleasure ride he is currently on. While thinking, he looks around and towards the back of her SUV and makes a plan.

Kissing has always been something she’s thoroughly enjoyed, and it is killing her to resist his efforts to do it. She keeps telling herself she must at least adhere to those boundaries; she already feels bad enough about this enormous breech. At least she’ll have that to tell herself, she didn’t GO THERE. Her mouth continues to fill with saliva like a starved person would upon seeing their first morsel of food. Her mouth longs to have it filled with this fine piece of d**k. Something caused her to notice he was looking around, and he came back around to look at her and they locked eyes, and just knew.

She stopped what she was doing, sat back straight, went to the light controls on her panel to turn them off, so that when a door opens, they will remain dark, turns the knob, then gets out. She saunters to the back of the truck, opens the gate and moves the chairs over, spreads out the blanket that is always back there and climbs in, he’s right behind her, closing the gate behind him.

She’s lying on her side, propped up on her elbow. Her luscious blond hair falls upon her propped shoulder and down her arm, surrounding one side of her head, framing it perfectly around her beautiful seductive face. Having only tucked it back in enough to get from the front seat to the back, she easily releases it again and picks right back up where she left off. With one of his arms running under her arm and around she

can feel his struggle to maintain composure and make this last as long as time allows for. This is felt by the pressure applied to the small of her back by said hand. She takes a hint and leans over onto his stomach and lays her head down, facing his c**k. She inches herself closer and closer to it and with each small nudge she makes for herself, she can feel it from him as well. Twisting just enough to hover over the head of it, she lets her tongue slip just beyond her lips and upon seeing this Deegan arches his back abruptly and then thrusts upwards. Intending to help the two meet, she is in control of that, and backs away and pushes him back down. Grinning with a teasing look as well as one that tells him, you’re in MY world now, he almost laughs with a touch of fear behind it. The nervous laugh exits and is followed by her devious one.

He raises himself to prop up on both elbows so he can enjoy the show he knows is about to happen and takes slow breaths. The anticipation of this moment hasn’t held a candle to the actual moment being here and he wonders if his heart can take it. In a slow blink, he feels a drip fall onto the tip and starts its descent down the shaft. Eyes have popped open and he looks down to find her hanging over it and a stream about to steadily cover it entirely, her hand wrapped mid- way up just waiting for it to pool around her fingers so that she can glide over it with the slippery feel that it would experience if it were disappearing inside her. Oh my god, the very thought of that nearly makes him explode right then and there. Dare he hope for that? The spit rolls down and she slides her hand up and encircles the head and the touches are pure ecstasy. She knows just how much pressure to apply and every movement is not by chance, but rather expert skill. Once she’s deep inside her own passion for his now shiny, glistening c**k she begins her own descent on him.

This is one of her absolute favorite things to do, as in ever. The control over another in this way is so f*****g exhilarating she almost has her own orgasm because of it. She puckers her lips together and places the tip right upon them, then slowly allows it to enter her mouth. Going slowly down, there are no winces, no struggles, just hard c**k that continues to disappear deeper and deeper into her throat. Much like the blowjobs he’s experienced before, admittedly few, the other women have stopped at a certain point not much beyond the head. Blessed in this department, he’d come to expect that he’d never be able to watch it disappear completely in a woman’s mouth, but with every passing second he watches her, he is starting to believe this is not going to be the case here. After another 10 seconds, he can hardly believe what he sees, or rather, does NOT see. She is balls deep and her mouth is actually touching his body.

Not only that, the look on her face says she’s enjoying every last inch of it. All he can think at this point is “holy mother of god!”