Declan was curled up with the duvet pulled close to his face, the smooth line of his strong back exposed. She wriggled under the covers to be directly behind him, her breasts smashed into his back, and the line of her body following his, except for her feet. Her feet were about a foot higher up on the bed than Declan’s.
She took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of him. God, he smells amazing. Something about sleep smells incredible; sweet, sexy, and strong. Moving slowly, careful not to stir her sleeping giant, Charlie let her hand creep over his waist and slide up his chest. She played with his chest hair a bit, and then ran her hand back down to the waistband of his boxer briefs. The reaction to her stealth movements was almost immediate: a soft, not quite conscious moan, at the same time pushing his hips forward.
Charlie summoned her courage and gently tugged on his hip. Declan rolled over to face her, still asleep. Afraid she would wake him, she watched his eyelids for a moment, still shut, so she reached for him. She gasped quietly, finding him already rock hard. Charlie wrapped her hand around his cock, giving it a squeeze and delighting in the jump she received in response.
She smirked. God, half asleep or not, he’s still horny. No slow and steady this time. Charlie rubbed him through his shorts with her whole hand, slow firm strokes that went from the tip to just before his balls. She could tell he had his eyes half-open. His mouth found hers, in a fumbling, ravenous way.
“Hey, sleepy,” she whispered against his lips, at the same time she was dipping her hand into his boxer briefs to cradle his balls, playing with them gently. The feedback he offered was a low, guttural moan. Charlie broke the kiss and pulled away from Declan. Slowly, he focused on her, seeing that she was smiling. He looked crumpled and sleepy but incredibly lustful.
Charlie quickly disappeared down the bed. She eagerly pulled the boxer briefs out of the way enough to get to Declan’s cock. For a few seconds, she stopped and stared. His cock sprung up from its confines. It was proud, hard, and so damned ready. Long and thick, it was more than enough to fill her up, but not sort of the monster cock that scares girls. It’s quite perfect. She pulled the soft skin back, giving it a good long lick, from the base to salty tip with the flat of her tongue. She licked all over the head, swirling her tongue around it. Emboldened, Charlie let her lips enfold it. Her lips slid over it to just under the ridge and back again, sucking ever so slightly. She popped it out of her mouth and let it rest on her lips, glistening. Her hand held the wide base of his cock and squeezed. She smiled as it twitched slightly on her lips. She ran her hand up the length of his shaft in a long, firm stroke. She lapped up the pre-cum beading on the tip and took the broad head back in her mouth. Bit by teasing bit, her lips slipped further and further down Declan’s erection.
Charlie grew weary of the position she was in, but before she dared move, she rested the tip of his cock against her lips again. Declan curled around to look down at her. The comforter surrounded Charlie, and she pressed close to his legs, his hardness resting on her mouth.
She pawed at his hip, and Declan rolled over. She released his cock so she could marvel at the way it stood up and away from his body. Positioning herself between his legs, she pushed his cock down, so it touched the tip of his flat belly, and she lowered her mouth to his balls. She took them into her mouth, one at a time, fondling them with her tongue. She stopped when she felt Declan nudge his hips upward ever so slightly.
She returned her undivided attention to his hardness. Once again, Charlotte made it about halfway down the length, her head bobbing up and down. This time, instead of stopping, she took more of it in. She swallowed it down hungrily, opening her mouth wide as it forced her tongue down. There was about an inch left. She inhaled deeply, as did Declan, anticipating what she would do, and she eased all of him into her mouth. She couldn’t breathe, and the way he filled her throat made her gag slightly, squeezing him. Declan sighed contently. Charlie slowly came up to breathe. She took a few deep breaths like she was going to dive into a swimming pool and swallow all of him. He stretched her throat. Encouraged by his moaning, Charlie knew she could do this a few more times. She could tell he was fully awake now. She knew Declan was breathing faster and more shallow than normal. Charlie continued her assault on his senses until he shuddered a bit. She knew it was time to change tactics.
Reluctantly, she let him go. Declan’s eyes opened, and he looked disappointed. Charlie smiled though, knowing he would like what was going to come next even more. She crawled up his body and sat on his cock, trapping it against the moist lips of her pussy. She gently touched her mouth to Declan’s, a smile spreading across her face as he began to rub himself along her folds.
“Hold on a second, please.” Charlie laughed. She got up briefly to find where they had left the lube last night. “I want to do something different tonight,” she said, holding up the bottle for Declan to see. “May I, Mr. Pearse?”
Declan smiled, and then laughed that wicked laugh of his. “Yes, Charlotte.”
She squeezed a little bit into her palms and rubbed them together to get it warm. She didn’t want to put something cold on Declan. She thoroughly covered his hard cock with it, enjoying the little gasps that went with the liquid touch. Once she had him all lubed, Charlie started something that resembled a massage. She glided her hands down his shaft, holding it firmly, but stopping short of the tip. Not too much just yet.
She gave Declan a few moments to adjust, continually stroking downward, keeping a slow and steady pace. Suddenly, she noticed he had become red in the face. Charlie linked her fingers and thumbs together, gripping the spongy head between her palms. She smothered it in her hands, covering him in flesh. She rotated them and nudged them up and down again, gingerly. God, the way he feels is making me so wet.
She returned to the stroking downward motion, smiling as she watched Declan bite down on his lip. He began to pump upward into her hands, looking for more. She obliged and changed to stroking him up and down, hard and fast. Her hands slid all over him so easily, feeling the smooth hot head, the ridge below that muscle at the base. Charlie spotted Declan’s hands gripping the edge of the mattress, his knuckles pale. His breathing shuddered.
“Will you please come on me, Mr. Pearse?” she whispered.
Declan did not reply—he scrambled quickly into position above Charlie. Once again, she found herself tempted to toy with him. His cock hung beneath him, pointing to his chest. His balls were tight, and as she took a hold of him, she could feel him throbbing.
Declan moved his knees wider and pumped into her hand. She found herself mesmerized by the motion, by the way he spread his legs apart and made low thrusts. It was almost animal like. She squeezed his cock a bit, gazing as it popped in and out of the circle of her fingers. Declan wrapped his hands around the back of Charlie’s head, holding her to him. She moved her spare hand so that every time Declan thrust, the sensitive head rubbed against her hand. Declan’s breathing became hard, and his fingers tangled in Charlie’s hair, tugging on it. He moved faster and faster, closer and closer, focused on absolutely nothing but what he was feeling.