Late Night Cream Pt. 02

I placed my thumb on her lower lip and used the rest of my hand to tilt her chin back, opening her mouth to me. Somewhat depraved and maybe still tipsy, I slid my tongue into her mouth, slowly brushing it against hers. She gasped, moaning at the slow motion. It was just a preview of how I wanted to plunge it deep into her pussy.

I leaned back, looking Bliss full on. Her brown eyes were wide, heavily lined with smudged eyeliner and mascara. She'd spent half an hour blending pinks and blues over her eyelids and made these pink hearts along her cheeks. She looked so damn sexy; so cute. Her curly hair was pulled into two giant buns, with two braids bopping against her face all day.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered.

"Thank you," she grinned. I kissed it all the way off, pressing her into the couch. "And you're beautiful and handsome and pretty and gorgeous." I lit up inside and out, giggling as I rolled over, tumbling us onto the floor. Bliss had invested in the most expensive rug-and-rug-pad combo, and the floor felt like a plush gymnastics mat. It had become our new joke to roll right off the low sectional to the thick rug.

"We're going to break something one of these days," Bliss said with a huff as I straddled her. Her chest was moving up and down quicker than before. Her breasts rising and falling caught my attention. They were piled up against her neck, and I was dying to bury my face in them.

"No, no..." I said, my fingers trailing the hem of her dress already riding up her thighs. "We're so youthful." I let my fingers travel up her stomach. It was soft, supple. It always was. She always was. I watched her apply a different thick fruit-scented lotion every day.

"Mmm," was all she said in response. I was straddling her hips, both of our pelvises perfectly aligned.

"You're so pretty, baby," I found myself saying.

"You already said that," she responded, blushing and too focused on where we met - where I was slowly moving my hips back and forth. It wasn't even close to enough. Too many layers of clothes still separated us. Too many steps remained to get them off. I nearly started ripping.

"I said beautiful before," I said, correcting her. She rolled her eyes, smiling now. I leaned forward, noting her nipples hardened through the top of her dress, and kissed them.

She gasped at the touch. I lifted her dress higher, licking my way from her belly button to her tits, sitting so perfectly for me where I put my face, and pressed them to each of my cheeks, rubbing her nipples as I pressed myself between her.

"Mmmm, you're freaky," she said, sliding her fingers through my hair and pulling lightly.

I let out a groan against her skin. I maneuvered us so I was between her legs and she between mine. I began moving back and forth quickly, rubbing our most intimate parts against each other. I could feel myself getting wet; I knew she was so wet for me too. I needed it in my mouth still. I slowed, and we watched each other, panting, as I unbuttoned my dress shirt and pulled the dress over her head and threw it onto the couch. She was bare to me except for that lacy thong. It popped out pink against her brown skin.

"I've been waiting all night, baby," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Can I please taste you now?"

"Yes, baby. Please." The way she was looking at me... I loved it every time. Maybe I was addicted to it, to her. I knew how bad she wanted it, and I delighted in how much she savored getting fucked.

"Tell me what you need, baby."

"Mmm, please, baby. You know what I want." Her skin was flushed now, hair flattened against the carpet, and eyes unfocused. She pulled at my belt, pulling me toward her.

I moved my hips again, riding her. She whimpered, needing more contact beyond the layers of our pants.

"Tell me, Bliss baby, what do you need?"

"Fuck me, baby, please."

"Good girl." I rewarded her bucking again before leaning over and slowly licking each of her nipples into my mouth. "How do you need to be fucked, baby?"

Maybe I was teasing her a little, but I loved how the dirty words sounded in her mouth. I loved how bad she needed me inside of her. Fuck, it turned me on. Fuck I knew it would make her wetter.

"Lick it, baby, please."

It was just what I wanted to hear. "Mhmm, so polite. That's my good girl."

I straddled her again and laid my body on top of hers, holding myself so carefully as I pressed my lips to hers again, softer this time, licking her lips and her teeth before plunging my tongue inside. She sucked on it, and I let loose a moan that had her fingers sliding into my hair and sucking it faster.

"Such a good girl for me," I said against her lips a moment later.

"Thank you, baby," she said it so sweetly, I had to kiss the smile off her lips again. I found myself letting more spit roll off my tongue into her mouth before letting it trail down between her breasts. From there, I kissed my way across her belly, letting my tongue dip into her belly button.

"Mmm," she moaned. "Please, baby, I need it."

"Mmm," was all I could respond, removing her leggings, letting my fingers slide along her legs. "You're so soft, baby." I was somehow once again mesmerized by her.

"I'm so wet for you, baby," she panted.

"Good girl," I said, kissing along the hem of the lacy triangle of her thong.

My hair fell over my shoulder, brushing along her thighs. Bliss shivered, her skin becoming tender and sensitive. Fuck.

I reached for the coffee table, barely taking my eyes or lips off her as I snatched one of Bliss' bright pink scrunchies off the tabletop. Quickly, I pulled my hair back from my face and placed it on top of my head in a thick, tight bun.

Bliss watched me, smiling through half-closed eyes. "You're so sexy," she whispered.

"No, you are," I said, leaning over and kissing her plump lips again.

"Okay, we both are," Bliss responded as she lifted my shirt over my head. "We're so sexy," she giggled a little, kissing my chest.

"Both our heads are going to get too big tonight," I murmured against her skin.

To be continued...