Janet POV
Knowing what you want, I slide my hands over my sex, opening myself to you. When I bring my wet fingers to my nipples, then back down to moisten them and to my mouth to taste, your growl skates down my spine with a delighted shiver. Working my fingers over my skin, my head drops back with the pleasure and the excitement of touching myself in front of you. Your voice fills my head- low words, then commands, coaxing me closer, shoving me right up to that first peak of pleasure. My body is bowed, arched, quivering. Right up to the edge– and your hands yank mine away from my body, leaving me panting and tense.
Your hands slide up my thighs, making me moan, my lips parted and damp. When you lean forward, brush your lips over my skin, I can't contain the groan at the rough scrape of your jaw easing along my inner thigh. My heart pounds, my legs shake, and the merest whisper of your breath over my skin–right there– makes me gasp and raises goosebumps along my skin. I watch you inhale deeply, watch your eyes laugh into mine at my reaction. Shudder edges through me, but not one of release, when you tug at my wrists sharply, pulling me forward off the dresser.
Using the momentum, I shove against your shoulders to catch you off guard and straddle your hips as your upper body sinks back to the bed. Just mad enough about the coffee and the doorframe, completely aroused and frustrated by the last 10 minutes, I want...something. My hands brace on either side of your head, my body ranges over yours, and I grin down into your face. You lift your hands, when the wind in the hair that has fallen on either side of my face and you tug lightly, I can smell the rich tang of tobacco on them, under the scent of your soap and you. When I duck my head, just barely skimming my lips over yours in a whisper of a touch, I can almost taste the thick flavor of the coffee on your breath. Anticipating your move, I pull my head back as you lift yours, dodging your mouth. I barely manage to suppress a chuckle when your eyes narrow and kindle. Your hands tighten in my hair, tugging, and though it makes my eyes water with tears, I pull back, wriggle backward. My hands shove at your shirt, bunching it up around your neck, my hands roaming over the sweep of your chest. My teeth are already tugging on the waistband of your pants, my fingers busy with your nipples, rolling them, feeling them harden and a groan of pleasure rumble through your chest. Your stomach muscles jump under my mouth, then my fingers as I pull your clothing down, out of my way. My mouth is busy, nipping at your hipbone, tongue cruising along the crease of your thigh, lips brushing over the head of your cock. I feel your hands tug slightly in my hair, but I duck my head, your cock slapping against my cheek as I take your balls into my mouth, sucking them lightly, leaving them with my tongue. I lift my head to take you into my mouth fully, looking you over as I do. You should look ridiculous, stretched out on your bed with your clothing around your neck and your knees and your cock jutting up at me, but the only word that comes to mind is that you look....tasty. Something clicks in my head, a memory, a thought. Rewarded by your gasp and the tightening of your hands when the heat sears along the length of your cock. Sucking, my throat muscles rippling as I swallow around you, then pulling back to take another drink and repeat the maneuver. Gagging as you force my head down fiercely, but eagerly taking you in. This time I reach for my tea, the glass cold and moist with condensation, and I carefully take a quick drink, then lower my head and take your cock into my mouth almost before I have swallowed the tea. Hearing your growl, taking it for pleasure, I repeat the methods, alternating, taking you so deeply, letting your hands on my head, in my hair, cupping the back of my neck guide me and force me. Taking one last drink of my tea, I get an ice cube and hold it in my mouth for a moment. Swallowing the liquid, I slowly rub the head of your cock against my lips before having you force your way into my mouth, then I suck, fiercely, using my tongue to push the sphere of ice over and around and under and across your cock. Feeling your pulse, throb, forcing the ice to click against my teeth, pushing you even farther back in my throat.
Applying my mouth in earnest, I am intent on tasting you, getting all of that flavor from you, wanting to milk you. Wanting to hear your groans, needing to feel you shudder and arch up into me. My neck strained, my jaw aching, I draw you closer to the edge with every lick, every suck, every nibble. I can feel that you are close, can taste it. Knowing you are holding back, I am determined to shove you over that edge, but you grip my head, then my shoulders, literally ripping my mouth away from you. I press the back of my hand to my mouth, wiping away the damp, feeling my lips swollen and still tingling. Your hands are on me, dragging me up, over you, you rolling to your side. One leg is thrown over mine, pinning my lower body, my shoulder wedged against your chest. Your hand captures both of my wrists, locking them steady just above my head, the other hand skims over me. Down the inside of each arm, your fingers trail, making me squirm and gasp. Lightly tracing, almost tickling, your fingers move around my ribs, under the swell of each breast, over the curve and hollow of my hips. Impatient and greedy, I tug on my wrists, pull slightly, giggles interspersed with soft whimpers, but you only hold tighter, determination in your face. I feel your breath on my neck, warm and moist; I can feel the pounding of your heart, the heat of your skin, the hard length of you against my thigh, still wet from my mouth. Your hand dips between my legs and finds wetness, and my thighs clench together, though I don't know whether I am trapping your hand or trying to deny you access. You merely shove at my inner leg, rough enough to bruise the skin.
"Open. Open for me."
Toni POV
I held Janet while we slept peacefully in bed. Let me tell y'all something Janet wasn't playing last night all the pillow feathers are everywhere in this room and a couple of pictures are broken. Nothing I can't pay back plus my other surprise is this is officially our place. I was just rubbing Janet's back waiting for her to get up so we can start our day. After 30 minutes or so Janet started to open her eyes slowly smiling at me.
"Good morning baby."
"Good morning baby." Janet climbed and straddled my lap. She leaned down and started kissing me slowly knowing what that does to me. I pulled away biting my bottom lip.
"Keep kissing me like that might need a recap."
"I'm not opposing, but later let's get up I'm hungry." I nodded and carried Janet to the bathroom starting the shower. We brushed our teeth and wash our faces going back to kissing each other. Oh, other news is that Janet stopped working but it's like she stopped working when she met me. But she doesn't drop by there anymore to see dumbass Paul. Janet tapped my shoulder and I picked her back up not breaking the kiss and stepping into the shower. I pushed Janet against the wall and my hands have a mind of their own. Janet pulled away and I started whining.
"Why did you stop."
"You know I get hot easily so let's get this shower moving." We laughed and I grabbed a washcloth put the peach body wash on it and started with Janet's back. I ditched the towel after a while and did it my way. I started kissing Janet's neck reaching my hand down I rubbed small circles around her clit earning a moan to come out. Janet moved my hand and got out of the shower.
"We we're just having fun."
"I know also fun to tease you." Janet walked away still dripping wet I hurried and took a shower because this is finna be a long day and if I know Janet she finna do everything in her power to tease the fuck outta me.
A/N- Let me rock your body baby, back and forth (oh) And I'm the only one to take it all the more (oh) Stir it up, yeah, you already know (you already know) So let me do it (yeah) And I'm gon' do it (yeah).
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