I was touched that he'd remembered my request. Jacob had a penchant for vulgar talk during sex, but during a previous escapade, I'd bade him to not say anything crude to ruin the mood. I'd permitted him to speak only three words, and tonight he was doing just that.
He reached a hand under my lap and stroked me through my silky panties.
His voice deep and growling, he said, “Pussy.”
“Tonight, Jacob, my pu**y is all yours.”
“Good.”
I leaned back and swung one leg over his head so I could straddle his lap, facing him. “What do you want to do to my pu**y?”
He grinned. “Yes.”
“Are you going to lick it?”
He nodded vigorously. “Yes.”
“Will you finger f**k me?”
He seemed shocked I would use such a vulgar phrase. Usually, it was him saying the nasty things, mainly combinations involving the word pounding.
“Yes,” he said, one eyebrow quirked up as a question.
“I know you like to vocalize, but maybe tonight I'll be the one doing the vocalizing.”
“Good. Yes.”
He wrapped his big, bronzed arms around me and pulled me in for another kiss. He was attentive to the kissing, focused on that, while his hands stayed comfortably on my hips.
He pulled away for a moment to grab the remote control and click off the TV behind me. Funny, I hadn't even realized it was on.
We kissed some more and his hands moved lazily across my hips, my lower back, my legs. He found the closure for my bra and removed it, as well as the sheer matching nightie. He didn't dive right for my panties, but spent time on each breast, cupping, licking, and kissing. He put one nipple in his mouth, and the look on his face was that of a happy man. That made me happy, and the stimulation on my ni**les gave me a jolt of excitement.
I wanted to tear off his button-down shirt and jeans, but he grasped my flailing hands and held them still as he slowly, methodically did the same treatment to the other breast.
And then, while holding my hands still, he started over again with the first breast. As he sucked my ni**les, I thought I might come from that alone. The pleasure was so intense, with his hot breath on me, him so warm underneath me.
Finally, when I could take it no more, I said, “Take off my panties and pound my pu**y.”
The eyebrow quirked again.
“How do you like it now?” I said. “I'll vocalize for both of us. That's good, right?”
Instead of releasing my hands, he guided them down to his crotch. He wasn't simply aroused, he was positively straining to break free of his jeans. I got to work unfastening them, and he moaned with pleasure and relief when I freed his cock.
Thick and sturdy, like the rest of him, it felt good in my hand. For a moment, I forgot about the ache in my pu**y and my desperate need, and stroked it. As I was stroking, he leaned down and licked one of my ni**les back into his mouth. Stroking his c**k and having my breast sucked on at the same time was almost sensory overload. It wasn't f**king, it was something else, and it was good.
I moved up and tried to insert his cock, but my fancy new panties were in the way.
Jacob gave me a you-so-crazy look and stood in one motion, picking me up with him.
He carried me down the hall as I nibbled his ears, then threw me on the bed.
Next, he did something funny, yet sexy. He peeled his clothes off slowly, just like a stripper. There were a few facial expressions that were comical, but the movements were hot, and his fireman body was calendar material.
There was a gleam in his eyes, and I thought he was going to bite the panties right off me, but he removed them with his hands. He grabbed me by the legs and yanked me to the edge of the bed.
He buried his face between my legs and I let out a long, low, appreciative moan.
His tongue ran up and down, parting my lips, cooling and warming me at once. He flicked his tongue in and out of my opening and then moved gradually, incrementally up toward my aching nub. I thought he would never get there, and when he did, I gasped and arched my back in pleasure.
Soon, he had me panting and moaning.
I had my first cl**ax, a mellow and relaxing one that left me shivering and calm, but he kept going, coaxing me back up the mountain again.
I didn't want to interrupt his concentration, but I peeked down and asked him to insert his longest finger and make a come-here gesture.
He did it and raised his eyebrows at me. “Yes?”
He found that magical spot, that spot I didn't know I had. An entirely new wave of pleasure flooded me, like a new flavor. “Oh, holy oh holy, oh wow,” I said.
Jacob liked this and continued to play with me like I was his new toy.
I began to cl**ax a second time, so I sat up quickly, grabbed onto his big, muscular body, and pulled him on top of me and inside. As he entered, I came, my body like crackling electricity.
When I surfaced, he was still grinding into me, a look of absolute contentment on his face.
After a few minutes, I asked if he wanted me in a different position, if he was getting deep enough.
He grunted, pulled out, and lifted me up like a doll. He pushed my legs and positioned me on my knees, doggy style.
Instead of inserting immediately, he ran the tip of his c**k up and down my pu**y, then across my clit, back and forth, generating more heat. When I was whimpering and ready for penetration, he eased into me as though it was our first time.
As he drove himself deeper, to the hilt, I could tell he wouldn't last much longer. His c**k was so rigid, so urgent.
He wasn't saying anything at all now, which was such a change for Jacob. It sorta felt like a new man, and I missed Jacob. I wanted Jacob.
“Tell me what you're gonna do to me,” I said.
He grunted and slowed his thrusting. “Good.”
“Enough of the three words. You've been a good boy, but now I want you to talk dirty.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
“I'm gonna—” he pounded into me “—pound—”
And that was all he said. The rest was just a series of grunts and moans.
After he came, he rocked me forward and eased me down to my stomach, and then onto my side, so we were spooning, with him still inside me.
“Good?” I asked.
“Mm hmm.” He bit my shoulder.
I started to pull away, thinking already about a shower, but he threw one of his big arms around me and hugged me to him.
“Sleepy time,” he said.
“Yeah?” I glanced at the clock on my side table. It wasn't even ten, but I was comfortable. Jacob never stayed over at my place, nor did I stay over at his. “You wanna stay over?” I asked.