Firefly

Forty-Seven

Flashback Continues

Joel removed my boots before sitting on the edge of the bed and removing his own. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at him. "Joel." He looked back at me with raised eyebrows and hummed. "You better get over here before I decide to just go to sleep. I think I might be getting a headache," I said, rubbing my forehead. "A headache,  huh?" He moves closer until he's hovering over me. "Maybe I should help you with that so-called headache of yours." He leaned down and connected our lips, placing his right hand on my leg to bring it up around his hip and ground his hips down.

Joel pulled away to lift my shirt and his over our heads and unhooked my bra. His hands went to my jeans and started unbuttoning them, while mine fumbled with his belt. He pulls away, sliding my pants down my legs along with my underwear, and throws them on the floor. He stood up and pulled his pants and boxers down and kicked them off. Then he was climbing back onto the bed, spreading my legs apart, leaving kisses from my ankles all the way to the inside of my thigh. He was so close to where I needed him, but he was taking his time.

When I tried to lift my hips off the bed just a little, his calloused hand pushed them back down. "Patience," he said, staring up at me from where he was between my legs. I don't have patience; I've needed him since before we left the QZ. He switched to my other other, giving it the same treatment he did with the other one. A gasp flew past my lips when, without warning, his tongue slid up my slit.  “Oh fuck!” He sucked on the small bundle of nerves, flicking it with the tip of his tongue.  My hand shot out to tangle themselves in his soft hair. “Joel.”

Joel flattened his tongue and licked up my slit, catching my clit in between his teeth, scrapping them over it before sucking on it and slipped a finger inside of me. I threw my head back, arching my back, and moaning his man while he slipped another finger inside. He pumped his fingers in and out, curling and scissoring them while he sucked and licked my clit. Joel knew how to make me fall apart. He knew every part of my body and how to work his hands, mouth, and his cock to have me screaming and falling apart in minutes. 

He continued what he was doing, looking up at me through his lashes. I could feel the smirk on his face when I tightened around his fingers. My fingers gripped his hair harder as I came completely undone with a cry of his name. He worked me through my orgasm and then pulled away, sucking his fingers clean, and licking his lips. Joel moved to hover above me, leaned down, and connected our lips, letting me taste my arousal on his tongue. He hitched my leg over his hip, his thick hard cock brushed against my soaked pussy.

I bucked my hips up, making him hum and reach between us. Joel firmly grasped the base of his cock, pulled away from my lips to look down, and dragged the head of his cock up and down my slit. “Joel, please!” I was getting inpatient with this teasing. He lined himself up, looked down at me, and smirked. “Be a good girl, and shut up.” Then he slammed himself inside of me. My back arched, a choked whining gasp slipped past my lips, and my nails dug into the skin on his biceps.

He slid out halfway and pushed back in a couple times before stilling inside of me. “Feel so good, darlin’.” He kissed my lips, to my jaw, and down to my neck where he sucked on the skin right behind my right ear. His hips pulled back slowly then snapped forward. My nails dug deeper into his skin, holding on to him like he was my life support; like he was the only thing that would keep me from floating away.  His pace was slow at first, then gradually they got faster and harder, moving my leg from his hip to rest over his shoulder, allowing him to get a deeper angle.

It didn't take long before I was coming undone again. Joel put my leg down, pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. His hands gripped my hips, pulling them up so my ass was in the air. His hand came down on the flesh of my ass, leaving a sting behind. He pushed his cock back inside, bringing his hand down on the other cheek, gripping my other hip for leverage. His hips snapped forward, calloused fingers dug into the flesh of my hips, the slap of skin against skin mixed with moans and heavy breaths filled the air. Sweat covered our bodies.