Erotic Fiction: Warm, Salty, Sticky

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John came inside of me with a low grunt, hips pumping back and forth against mine as he milked himself dry. As he pulled out slowly, the warmth of his jizz pooled out of my pussy, dripping back towards my ass and the bed beneath me. I reached between my legs with two fingers and inserted them inside of me, smearing the cum.

John rolled onto his back beside me, the quickened breath moving in and out of his lungs gradually slowing down. His dick filled his slightly muscled hand, stroking it gently until it became limp. As he regained his composure, I lazily fingered myself, using the sticky cum coating my fingers as a lubricant. John watched me with hooded eyes, his gaze following my hands as they rove across my sweaty skin; from the inside of my pussy, up along my hip bone, towards my navel, over my tits, and into my mouth, John seemed sleepily transfixed.

“You taste so good,” I murmured. My tongue flicked against the tip of my index and middle fingers, lapping up the salty flavours of his body. He shot me a devilish grin, reaching up to pull me down against his body.

John kissed me leisurely and deliberately, his tongue exploring my mouth with expertise as his palms caressed my back. The sound of him whispering my name in my ear like a prayer never failed to make me wet, beads of my own fluids dripping down my inner thigh as I straddled him. His softened dick was resting against the crux of my pelvic bone, twitching every few seconds as I rubbed my slick pussy over it.

I knew it was only a matter of time before he was ready to go again, this time for a longer round of uninterrupted sex. John lay there quietly, eyes fluttering shut as he tried to ward off the sleepiness that was undoubtedly plaguing him post-orgasm. While he recovered, I moved slowly over his body, my ass pointed towards his face, and I slithered casually down his torso and towards his cock. It fit perfectly in my mouth; it was large enough to fill the space between the roof of my mouth and my tongue, the thick girth pushing against the confines of my lips. When he became hard again, I would have to gradually move my mouth towards the tip or stretch my jaw painfully.

He sighed at the feel of my mouth against him, lips moving over his dick and tongue darting out to swirl against his balls. His skin was still tacky and tasted mildly of my vagina. Simultaneous to my oral investigation, his fingers slid inside of my body again, stroking me in a way that brought my hips lowering closer to his body in response. I was putty in his hands, the groans building up in my body reverberating against his dick in my mouth.

This restarted John’s sex drive, cock swelling against my tongue so much that I had to carefully pull back. I kissed the shaft before taking him between my hands and rubbing him up and down several times. When he gave me that look that I knew so well, it was clear that he was ready. I lifted my leg up and over his hips before lowering myself onto him.

John groaned in response, hips lifting upward to bury himself deep inside of me. I cried out, breath quickening and causing me to lean back with my hands gripping both of his legs. The angle was perfect; his cock pushed up inside of me as I thrust back and forth against him. This went on for a while, John adjusting my body every so often so that we’d be in the perfect position to push ourselves over the edge together.

As I rode him, my breasts bouncing in his face as I supported my body upright against the wall with one hand and the other hand flat against his chest, I could feel him hardening further inside of me. He filled me to the point of near-aching and, in an instant, had me flipped onto my back.

Surrounded by the comfort of the bedsheets, he towered over me with his dick, erect, above me. John’s eyes were closed, eyelids flittering the way they always did when he was on the precipice of release. He took his cock in his hands and stroked it — once, twice, thrice — before opening his eyes to watch it spurt across my face.

His cum coated me, warm and sticky. As I looked up at him from under jizz-dewed eyelashes, he reached down and wiped away a smear of his ejaculate from my cheek with a smirk.