"Oil" Make You Feel Good

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Shoulder against the doorframe, I bit my lip and grinned. “Hey gorgeous. Did you have a good shower?”

As I knew he would, he turned, a naughty smirk on his face. I waltzed over and smacked his ass. He yanked my head back, running his tongue along the seam of my lips. His eyes widened as he murmured, “You like what you see, baby girl?”

With one hand on his chest, I tore the towel from his waist and pushed him down onto the bed. “Now lay down so I can show you how much I like what I see, lover.”

I massaged a dollop of sweet almond oil into my hands, Cheshire Cat grin tipping up the corners of my lips and sauntering up to the bed. Forehead to his, I rubbed our noses together, my hand roaming over his chest. He groaned, his eyes drifting closed. Fingers traced his abs, leaving a trail of oil behind. He arched his back. Hand wrapped around the base of his cock. He lifted his hips.

Two steps back, oil running down my breasts, I widened my stance and ran my hands around my neck. I smoothed the oil into my breasts. Ran my palms over my nipples. Circled over my belly. Eyes locked on my hands, his breathing hitched. His moustache rippled as his pink tongue ran over his lips.

“Roll onto your belly, lover.” I brushed my lips over his, fingers combing through his silver goatee. “Can’t wait to get my hands on your ass.” Nipped his bottom lip and dropped a kiss to his chin, his whiskers tickling my nose. “And my mouth.”

He lifted his hips into me. I gave his cock a stroke, or three, sucking the tip before ordering, “Over on your belly.” Two swift smacks on his balls had my pussy clenching with desire. “Now.”

His cock jerked as he adjusted himself and settled face down on the mattress with a groan. I swatted his cute little butt. Pushed his thighs apart. Ran one fingernail over his balls, down his hard length, to swipe the pre-cum from his tip. I crouched down, tilting his head upwards until our eyes clashed. I swiped his lust onto my tongue and kissed him. He ground his hips into the mattress, savouring his tang and kissing me like he was coming home from war.

My tongue slicked his essence from my lips. I brushed a kiss over his forehead and leaned over him, my hands running down his back to grab his ass. “Goddamn, lover, I love this perfect ass of yours.”

“Perfect?” He laughed, pressing his ass up into my hands. “I barely have an ass.”

I licked my lips and bit one cheek, lust dripping down my thighs when he buried his face in the pillow with a loud moan. My tongue smoothed the sting before I bit the other one, leaving my mark on him. Fuck, is this why guys mark their women? My body hummed with desire.

My gaze ran over the image in the vanity’s mirror. Desire darkened eyes. Flushed skin. Wild hair. Crazy-in-love grin. Damn, what this man did to me. Lip between my teeth, I smoothed my hands down his back. Ground my pussy into him. Slid down his legs, rubbing oil over his thighs and calves. Rubbed my breasts in circles over his ass, hands above my head, worshipping the back that worked hard for us.

A trail of my love and lust coated his leg. I shuddered as pleasure rolled over me. He moaned, panting, as I tilted my hips. Pressed my core into his thigh. My breath hitched. I leaned up. Licked his earlobe. Nipped it. Whispered, “Roll over, gorgeous,” lifting myself up as he rolled onto his back. “That’s better.” Then I kissed him, letting my soft sigh skate over his lips.

He nestled between my feminine lips. I slid along his length. He groaned, hands kneading my breasts and flicking my nipples. Hot and hard, my clit throbbed and pulsed over him. He felt amazing.

“Fuck, yes, baby.” I dragged the head of his cock through my swollen folds with a breathy, “Fuckin-A,” and glided my way down his shaft, impaling myself in one smooth movement. Knees to each side, I sat astride him, savouring his fullness. I put one hand on the middle of his chest, my lips against his, and closed my eyes. We shared our breaths, our heartbeats, ourselves.

I rocked my hips, drawing his hard cock in and out of me. Slow. Deliberate. Agonizing. Delicious. Desire moved through me. Waves of pleasure ebbed and flowed like the ocean. Bruises formed beneath the fingers gripping my hips. I grinned, holding him in place and controlling every movement and sensation.

He wasn’t having it. His body bucked beneath me. He groaned and stuttered. “I’m getting close, beautiful.”

“Oh, I know you are, lover,” but there was no mercy for him, only pleasure for us both. “I can feel you trembling for me.”

His fingers tightened on my flesh. His back arched. “Yes. Fuck. Please.” And he was begging for me to tumble us both over the edge.

My breath hitched. I gasped. Groaned. Cried out, “Goddamn, baby.” I dropped my head down and stared, mesmerized by the spasms of his body as he pumped his seed deep within me. “Fuck.”

I threw my head back and squirted my lust onto his belly. It dripped down his sides. I collapsed onto his chest. Kissed his neck. Crawled up his body and turned, pressing my hands into his thighs and kneeling over his face.

“Open wide, baby,” his hands ran up my back, then back down again, “I have a treat for you, lover.” He grunted, then growled, and yanked me down into his mouth. His lips latched onto my hard nub. His tongue dragged my thick cream into his mouth. He licked me with a triumphant groan as my body convulsed over him. I rubbed my pussy over his mouth, feeding him our combined desire.

I traced the rough skin of his balls with my tongue, drawing it up his length, root to tip, before sinking my mouth down onto him with a hum of delight. And a wiggle of my hips. He grew harder in my mouth. Thick and silky along my tongue.

One arm snaked over my back, holding me down onto him as he licked me into a quivering mess. Tremors quaked through me. Sound of his throat drinking my desire down pushed my pleasure higher. More intense.

He twitched over my tongue. I grinned and hollowed my cheeks, eagerly pulling him deep into my throat. My head bobbed, slow and deliberate. He lifted his ass into my face. The fingers of one hand tangled in my hair, holding me down onto him. He jerked between my lips, crying out as his seed bursting down my throat. I gulped back the sweet and salty goodness.

I dropped onto him, my legs beside his ears and my head on his thighs. He gasped for breath, stroking my hair and telling me how much he loved the way I took care of him. A kiss to, then a nip of my thigh and I rolled off of him and into his arms.

Spent, I laid my head on his chest, holding him close. He wrapped his arms around me and dropped a kiss to my forehead, then to my lips. We moaned, savouring our combined flavours.

“Goddamn, that was amazing, lover.” We sighed in unison and he replied, “Yes, it was, baby girl.” He gave me a satisfied smile and tugged me closer.

“Rest now, beautiful,” he pulled a light blanket over us, “there’s a blindfold in your future.” I shivered and closed my eyes. I couldn’t wait.