Kinktober 2024 | 18+ book

Day 12 - 69 Position (Orson and Gwynne)

Ivy note: I'm back with the first chapter or Latevember. Orson and Gwynne, two best friends... or are they?

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69 Position

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Orson's pov

"We're going to try something new" My voice holds a level of authority. Confidence oozing from my body but I owe it all to the woman sitting on my bed next to me. My best friend (with a lot of benefits), Gwynne. 

"If you want to," I add quickly. I don't want Gwynne to feel pressured or uncomfortable. 

"I want to. I want to try something new." Her voice is soft and silky smooth, like butter, melting. I can't help but grin at her. 

"I'm going to lay down like this," 

I show her what I mean. My back coming in contact with the dark navy blue bed sheet underneath me. My eyes roam over her body, pale skin covered by a pair of black jeans and a lime green sweater. 

"And me?" Blue doe eyes hold mine in question. 

My lips twist up a small smile at her curiosity. "You take off your clothes..." I trail off waiting for her to do that task first. 

Gwynne peers down at her clothes, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth in silent contemplation. 

"Gwynie, take your clothes off for me" 

Sweater first. Lime green painted fingers take ahold of the edges of the sweater, pulling the material up over her head before dropping it on the floor. Her jeans are next to go, tugging them down her legs with a little bit of a struggle. 

Finally she stands before me, almost naked except for her matching pink lingerie set that I bought her as a joke last Christmas. 

"Gwynne..." 

"Hm?" 

"Get up here." I leave no room for discussion as I help her climb up onto the bed and crawl towards me. Her thighs on either side of my head as I flip her over so her back faces me. 

"W-wait. You can't do that!" 

I pause all movements, lowering her back to my shoulders as my eyebrows dip in confusion and worry. ""What's wrong?" I say softly, my hands releasing her completely so if she wants to she can move further away. 

"I-I...I've never done that before" 

"Gwyn-"

"And I'll suffocate you. Have you seen my thighs!" Gwynne points to my second favourite part of her body, her face will always be my first. The way she looks at it with eyes almost accusing her body for her slightly bigger than average size. 

"Gwynne. Look at me" 

Blue eyes snap up to my brown ones, "You are perfect. I also happen to love your thighs".

"You do?" The way Gwynne questions me has me pulling her forward til her thigh is within distances of my mouth and I'm taking a bite of it. 

"Ouch!" She gasps. "Why'd you do that?" 

"Because you're questioning if I'm telling the truth, I've already told you. I. Don't. Lie." 

Moving her body back into position above me, her sweet pussy dripping above my mouth even as she tries to talk herself out of wanting this. 

"Gwynne" 

"Yeah?" 

My tongue licks a line straight from one hole to the other. Her taste isn't like anything else I've tasted before, I might just become addicted to it. Sweet like honey but there's something more. 

Gwynne's thighs shake as she places both her hands on my stomach for balance, but that's not what I want. Thrusting my hips up in front of her as my tongue dips deeper inside of her liquid pleasure. 

"You want me to...?" A moan tumbles from her lips as I switch to her clit, sucking it into my mouth as encouragement to her and downright orgasmic pleasure for myself.

"O-okay"

Puffy lips come into contact with the tip of my dick. A feather-light kiss but I'm far too sensitive to not feel it. "Gwynne-" All words halt as she takes me in her mouth, only an inch or two but fuck it feels like all my birthday's coming at once. 

I moan out against her pussy lips, my attention coming back to the delicious meal right in front of my face. Wrapping both my arms around her thighs I pull her down until she flush against my face. 

My moans are muffled but so are hers. Gwynne lowers her head further, sinking inch after inch down her throat. Fuck her mouth is magic. 

Sucking and slurping her pussy lips into my mouth, her juices flow like there's no tomorrow. One hand slides around her leg, finding her clit and applies pressure. Rubbing her little gem, over and over in tight circles. 

Gwynne's hand joins her mouth just as her back arches. My dick pops from her mouth, the sound audible as she cries out. 

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck. Orson! Please!"

Her hand tries to keep up the pace but with my tongue she stands no chance. Broken pleas and cries hanging in the air just as I push her over the edge. 

It all happens suddenly. Gushing all over my face, the sheets under me, and my light grey shirt. Gwynne squirts harder then I've ever made her before. Body jerking uncontroablly as she rides her orgasm out. The powerful waves more like a riptide taking control of her body. 

"Or-orson..." She hiccups in between cries. "It won't stop".

I move her body carefully off of my face and down onto the bed beside me. "Shh. Shh. Hey it's okay". 

Helping her through it, I softly touch her body just as her orgasm stops. 

"T-that was cr-crazy" Gwynne's voice comes out as nothing more than a tired broken slur of words. 

"It was..." I trail my hand up her arm softly, "Want to go again?" 

"Fuck off" 

Laughter fills the room from both of us. I kiss her shoulder, draw her body closer to my own and keep her warm. Secretly I love the way she fits in my arms, the way she snuggles in closer, and the quiet sighs of content that leave her mouth when my arms are around her. But she's my best friend... My best friend I'm madly in love with.