Spring Fever: Mutual Masturbation

Before her eyes opened, before she even knew what time it was, she started rocking her hips against his tongue. She slightly arched her back, pushing into him while letting out a sound that falls between a groan and a moan. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

As her hands started making their way towards his head, his hands softly, yet firmly, held her outer thighs to stop her from moving. She let out a shivered sigh, the cool morning air tingled against her skin, and she could feel his ears and light facial hair tickle the inside of her thighs. Her nipples were firm, she had goosebumps down her legs, and the soft sheet felt smooth underneath her feet.

All of these sensations were drowned out in an instant as a long flat lick along her lips sent pleasure up her spine. She breathed deeply, and he followed it with several kisses around the outside of her mound. He purposefully let a hot breath out against her, and an involuntary quiet moan escaped her. Her fingers circled in his hair, and she could feel each of his press down into her soft thighs.

Another stroke of the tongue, then more kisses. And again, a hot breath, and finally he let his tongue press down onto her clit. Her hands scrunched his hair, she could feel him smile at her reaction, and he began to kiss, suck, and nip at her clit. It wasn't meant to be intense, but having yet to even open her eyes made it all the sensation she could focus on. A slow burn, but her entire world was pleasure. Her hips rocked slowly against him.

He kept her there, in that state, for what felt like an eternity. She knew very well that he loved being between her legs, and she had no intention of rushing him. The fire grew over time, and eventually it fully consumed her.

Her breathing was ragged, hands pushed the top of his head into her, thighs clamped over his ears, hips rocked hard against him, toes curled against the sheets, and his hands gripped hard into her thighs. At this point, her body was controlling itself, and every nerve said to cum. She pushed higher, higher, closer to the cliff edge, feeling an impossible amount of pleasure, and then it crashed over her.

All at once, her toes splayed out, her legs clamped down, her hands gripped his hair hard, her stomach tensed, her ass squeezed, her neck curled towards her chest, and her eyes squeezed shut. She could feel every nerve in her body, but everything felt numb at the same time. It was almost painful how hard she squeezed, and she was holding on for dear life. Wave after wave crashed over her, her muscles spasmed, and all at once... it was over.

She flopped backwards onto her pillow, and finally could breathe again. Her chest rose and fall rapidly, and her skin was covered in sweat. It was like she'd ran a marathon, and what little thinking her brain had left knew he was very proud of himself. She felt the bed shift, and finally, finally, she opened her eyes.

Above her, the man she loves. Wild hair, mischievous eyes, a wide and proud smile, and a chin dripping with her juices. She let out another breath, and quietly said, "Good morning handsome."

"Good morning beautiful! You should see outside when your brain turns back on, the trees are blooming again."

"Are they? Spring's finally here?" She asked rhetorically, her eyes half open and glazed over.

He affirmed her with a soft, deep, "Mhm," as he stood up from the bed.

She rolled her head over and let her eyes wander. Strong back, muscled ass, and quite the tent in his boxers. A wet spot had soaked through the thin fabric right at the tip of his hard cock. She smiled slightly, loving what she could do to him without even touching it.

"Mmhey, c'mover here." she said, reaching a hand out towards him. He stepped closer, and her hand slid up his hard on, feeling the heat through the fabric. "Feels like you've got something for me."

"Heh, are you sure?" He asked teasingly, his hand already having found its way to her breast. Softer than the most expensive pillow, and pliable yet elastic and bouncy. "We can always wait for later, if you want to wake up first."

She declined his offer by tugging down his boxers, then taking his cock into her hand. The head was slick with precum already, and she lightly bit her lip with a smile as she circled the tip with her finger. She teased him, asking, "What? Am I not sexy enough right now for you? You're already so hard for me that you're leaking, but if you want to wait..."

He told her outright, "What I want is to cum on your breasts, Eve."

She loved it when he was direct. So often he tried to be accommodating and understanding, but some times like this what she wanted was for him to tell her exactly what he desired. That he desired her. She knew she just had to tease him enough to get it.

Eve worked up some saliva in her mouth, collecting on her tongue, before she stared him in the eyes as she opened her mouth and licked her hand. Then, her hand returned to his cock to coat it. Her hand moved smoothly over his cock now. Every up stroke she squeezed slightly, moreso with her index and thumb to put more pressure on his glans as she passed over them, and every down stroke she released slightly.

He told her that his cum should be on her tits, and she was going to milk it out of him. Her other arm moved under her beasts, pushing them up and together. She shook them slightly, and watched his eyes hungrily stare at them. He wasn't subtle about his desire, and it turned her on to no end. She decided to return the favor.

"So you want to cum on my breasts, hm? You woke me up by eating me out, get your face covered in my juices, and now you want to cover my breasts in your cum?" Eve began in a low voice. She tried her best to avoid sounding like a porno, but she knew that talking dirty to him would get in his head and make him hornier.

Between him getting turned on enough to drip while giving her head, the dirty talk, and her expertise in handjobs by now, Eve knew that he wouldn't last too long. But she wanted to tease him to it the way he had for her.

"Well, I want you to cum on me too. It's chilly in here, and I know that your cum will be all hot and sticky. I want to feel your cock throb in my hand, and feel the cum burn against my skin."

"E-Eve..." He began, but she cut him off. She already knew he was about to cum.

"I want to feel it drip down my breasts. Cover me in your cum, West, I want to feel it." She finished, almost begging him for it. His breathing was ragged, she could see his legs were tensing, and his cock was burning hot now. "Come on handsome, give me it. I want it on me! Cum!"

The last words sent him over the edge. He let out a deep groan, and had to set his hand on the bed to stabilize himself as he began to cum. West came hard, and shot after shot rocked out over her breasts. Five, six, seven shots, he'd never cum so hard in his life, and his vision blurred slightly, seeing stars.

She bit her bottom lip, and enjoyed the feeling of the hot load on her breasts. The rest of his cum dripped onto her hand, and Eve giggled slightly. She hummed proudly to herself, and continued to slowly stoke his softening cock to make sure she got every drop for herself. When his senses returned enough that she could tell he was looking at her again, Eve brought her hand to her mouth and licked all the cum off. Salty, bitter, and a strange texture, but knowing how much it turned him on outweighed all of it.

Finally, he stepped away from the bed, and she slowly sat up on the edge of it. She stretched her arms up above her head, closed her eyes, and groaned the tiredness away. She knew he was staring, and could feel some of the cum roll down her breasts. Sighing, she looked at him lovingly.

West rubbed his eyes, clearly still trying to gain his composure back, and said, "Well, I'm going to get cleaned up in the shower." Then, looking at her cum covered breasts added, "Care to join me?"

Eve leaned back on her arms, thought for a moment, then surprised him saying, "Mmm, no, I don't think so." He raised an eyebrow, and she continued, "I showered yesterday, and I think... I wanna keep this for myself." Then, standing up, she moved to her dresser and fished out a bra to wear. After fumbling with the clasp on the back for a moment, she turned around to let him see that it just about covered all the cum.

Eve moved close to him and whispered, "And I know you're going to be rock hard at work all day thinking about me, around my coworkers and boss, and none of them knowing that my tits are covered with your hot. Sticky. Cum." She emphasised those last words by playing with his soft cock, and when she moved back from his ear he stared at her hungrily. Usually he was the dominant one, but she still knew how to take the power for herself when she really wanted to.

She glanced down at his half-hard dick, then went back to her drawer to find the rest of her clothes for the day. Eve got dressed for the office knowing that she'd be in for it when she got home, and just thinking about it made her tingle.