Finding Pets and Places -- Chapter 2 Friday was a hard day at work. Her boss was on her case all day, always coming up with new stuff to do. She was angry and flustered by the time she was finally able to leave at 8:15. She'd taken train today so she could meet Mathew at the station where she'd said, and hoped he hadn't left already. Walking to the train she called him and he answered quickly, "Hi, are you okay? I didn't know what time you'd get off so..." "Yeah. Fine. Just work. You're still there?" "Yeah..." "Good. Stay. I'll be there soon," and she hung up, her anxiety fading a bit, though not so much her anger. She spotted him from the train out on the sidewalk, obviously not sure how she would arrive. It was a cold night, but he was still standing, leaning against a light-post in his shirt and tie. She walked quickly off the train and came up behind him. Hearing her footsteps, he turned, and she stepped quickly up to him, reaching out and grabbing his tie, pulling him down to her and standing up on her toes, still a few inches shorter in her work heels. She kissed him, and he, shocked but not pulling away, quickly relaxed into it and let her pull him down farther. They kissed for a good while as her arms came around him, and eventually pulled away, "Let's go," pulling on his tie and smiling broadly, probably for the first time that day. He followed. They walked the few blocks to her apartment in silence, him half a step behind as she took the corners. She could sense his uncertainly, his want to ask where they were going, but she ignored it, and he stayed quiet, which she was glad of. When she arrived, she opened the door to her dark apartment and motioned him in, following, pushing him gently into the darkness and closing the door behind him. She liked the feeling of knowing her way around the dark room, angle from door to table, table to stair, and him not. Having closed the door behind him, she came up and returned her hands to his back, now moving them around to his sides, his stomach, surveying what she'd gotten ahold of, and holding him still. She relaxed against his back for a few minutes, feeling her anger flowing away a bit. "I'm glad you came," she said, "How was your day? Mine was rather frustrating... infuriating even," her nails dug into his stomach through his shirt, enjoying the feel of his muscles, and to a lesser extent, her strength against them. "Sorry, I don't really mean to take it out on you... not really, well... maybe a little." She felt his stomach tense and relax -- was that a laugh? He spoke, quietly, "well, you don't need to use my shirt to take it out on, but otherwise... whatever helps you feel better." She turned him around, looking up at him, "do you mean that?" a grin creeping across her lips. "Well, I think that's why I'm here..." She grinned more widely, and he, nervously, bit his lip, smiling a bit. Still standing in the entry, she hesitated, "shoes," she said, taking off her own and placing them by the door as usual. She waited as he fumbled with his shoes in the dark and stood up again before pushing him backwards to the couch, down onto it, and straddling him. Her hand went up his chest, to his cheek, and she smiled at him, more gently. He smiled back, sensing it in the shadow, which brought back her grin as her lips went straight back to his, kissing him for the second time, pushing her tongue into his mouth. She pushed her right hand over his neck, up through his hair, pulling his head against hers as he finally, gingerly moved his left hand up her leg, over her dress to her waist. She reached down to his right hand, and pulled it up to her waist too, behind her back as she caught his bottom lip between her teeth, pulling down, pulling his head back gently by his hair, kissing down to his neck. She felt a growing pressure between her legs as she nibbled up to his ear, and carefully lifted herself a few inches, keeping herself above him but letting his hands pull her forward against his chest. She breathed into his ear, "you're okay?" She felt him nod slightly, her face against his, clean shaken, smooth, "you'll tell me if you aren't." It wasn't quite a question, and he responded with a gentle moan as she bit down on his ear lobe. She felt his fingers dig into her back, and smiled. She lowered herself down, feeling the pressure back on her thigh, pressing down against it momentarily before sliding off and standing up. By now her eyes and adjusted to the darkness, and she put a hand out to his head, playing with his hair as he glanced up at her, his head down. She let her fingers drift down his face, gently over his eyes, down to his lips. She pressed a finger against them and he kissed it. Trailing her fingers around his lips, between them, he parted his lips, letting her finger between them, past his teeth. "Suck," she said quietly, and he did, closing his lips and licking, sucking around her finger, his eyes closed. She pulled her finger away, and let him sit a moment before walking over to turn on the light, "I'm sorry, I didn't even let you see my apartment yet." "That's okay," he said, and she was sure by his voice he meant it, which just made her enjoy drawing it out that much more. "I suppose it's not that much." She watched as he looked around at her downstairs living room and kitchen, her posters, mostly music and gothic, lights, little ones everywhere like Christmas lights, dark purple velvet hanging against one wall. Moving back to the couch and sitting down next to him, she added, "but at least now I can get a better look at you." He blushed, but nonetheless took the opportunity to look her over as she sat sideways on the couch, facing him. She stretched casually, knowing it would pull her blouse up off her stomach, and lay back against the arm of the couch, grinning at him. She played her hand over her thigh, letting her skirt drift up her leg, watching, just as fascinated as his eyes followed her hand. She idly toyed with her skirt until he could see her black panties before saying, "stand up." It took a moment for his attention to return, but as soon as it did he stood. "Take your shirt off, but leave the tie." He thought about this a moment before pulling his tie out from his collar and starting to unbutton his shirt from the bottom. She reached out to him and he moved closer, standing above her. She let her fingers touch his stomach, following the growing line of skin as he unbuttoned more buttons. Eventually she pulled it from his shoulders and laid it carefully on the couch with one hand, while the other reached up to his tie to pull him down, leaning forward let her face and forehead run along his chest. She kissed him again, him leaning over her as she wrapped her arms around his bare skin, pulling him down further, "there, that's much better now isn't it?" He nodded absently as she moved a hand back to his chest, circling his nipples and running her nails over them. She released him, letting him stand again, and moved her hands to the top button of her blouse, slipping it slowly in and out of the button hole. She watched him watch her fingers intently. Eventually she pulled the button out all the way, and moved down to the next one, undoing it, and one more, letting her blouse fall open farther exposing the middle of her black bra. She played with the second-to-last button for a while as he watched, until she made a quiet tsk noise with her tongue to get his attention, which was dutifully quickly pulled up to her slightly parted lips, and then to her eyes. Once she had his attention, she pointedly looked down, ahead of her at the bulge in his pants. "So, boxers or briefs, I wonder. Let's find out, shall we?" He blushed, and shifted nervously, realizing he was wearing tight and brief briefs, as usual, trying to remember what color he'd put on, berating himself for his utter and complete failure to think about the issue this morning. He knew most girls preferred boxers, and was hoping she wouldn't mind, not even thinking about what they'd reveal. She looked back up at him, the first sign of impatience suddenly in her eyes, "Well, what are you waiting for? I said let's find out." He blinked, stunned for a split second, and for a moment she worried she shouldn't have snapped at him, that he'd get offended and... but then he was unbuttoning his pants, unzipping, and she watched them open on the top of his briefs, clearly showing he was not offended. He leaned down, pushing his pants down his legs, and she got the first good view of his ass. Couldn't even be called a real ass, she thought to herself, it was so flat, but definitely cute looking with the lines of his briefs running down.... she briefly pondered what it'd look like with thinner fabric, a thong even. As he stood back up stepping out of his pants, she was smiling, and he stood shivering slightly but happy she didn't seem upset anymore. "Mmm, briefs, excellent. I've always found boxers so gauche. You do look so cute standing there in your tie underwear and socks." He blushed furiously and she stood up to him, kissing him again, standing on her toes to push herself up against him, enjoying the warmth she felt radiating from his skin. He relaxed and let her kiss him, sucking hungrily on her tongue as it entered his mouth. She ran her hands down his back to his ass, pulling up and in on the fabric, exposing more skin and putting her hands on it. She pulled away eventually, "Mmm, you're so good. I should let you see the rest of the apartment. But first, you seem to be only wearing three things, tie, underwear, socks, and I guess I'm wearing four, skirt, underwear, bra, blouse. Tell you what, I'll let you choose which one I should take off." He didn't think that sounded exactly fair, but wasn't about to complain as he tried to think. Staring down at the skin of her neck, the tops of her chest and shoulders, he knew most of all he wanted to see her breasts, but couldn't think of a way to do that with just one item... but she'd also look really sexy in a shirt and panties... She let him stare at her a few moments, impatiently, and, "None of them, then? Well, fine, if--" "Panties," he blurted, and immediately wondered where that had come from, he hadn't even been considering them, but it was the only word that had come into his head under pressure. She watched the surprise come over his face, and then an he blushed, and giggled at him, "Alright then." She sat back down on the couch and ran her hand up her thigh, letting her skirt ride up until he could see the line of her black panties against her white skin. He stared transfixed, agape and excited at the thought that he was about to watch her take off her panties, watch the skin appear... She grinned up at him, but with no intention of satisfying him. She ran a finger up along between her legs and back down, pressing them against herself, surprised that they were already slightly damp. She closed her eyes a moment, distracted, pressing the cool fabric of her underwear against her, rubbing. She heard him gasp and opened her eyes, regaining her focus. She smiled at him, pressing the fabric into her one last time, getting it damper, "You like that? Would you like something else?" she asked. He nodded, and she quickly stood up and, turning her back to him, leaned down, pushing her panties down her legs, keeping them together, giving him a brief glimpse of the bottom of her butt before standing up, holding her panties in her hand. She lifted them up to his face, holding them over his nose and mouth, "breathe." He did, closing his eyes, and she pressed the fabric against his lips and nose, rubbing them on him, her fingers spread around his nose. She brought them away, and he opened his eyes, breathing heavily, staring at her hungrily. She kissed him again, smelling herself on him. She'd always liked the way she smelled, but felt stupid smelling her fingers, like she was snorting crack or something. This was much more fun, as she tasted him, tasting her, smelling the light, sweet scent of sweat from both of them. "Alright, time to continue our tour." She hesitated -- she had planned to have him crawl, pulling his tie, but she wasn't expecting him to choose her panties, and now it would give him a better view... Well, she'd just have to lead him around standing for now. That annoyed her a bit. She grabbed his tie, and yanked him along, turning the downstairs lights off and heading for the stairs. He followed, awkwardly. "Come on, boy," she pulled him up the stairs, as he stumbled behind her in the darkness. When they got to the top, the turned on the dimmer light in the hall, and pulled him into her room. Suddenly embarrassed at the random decorations, the stars on her ceiling, the random colorful plastic nick-knacks and hanging constructions, and annoyed at her embarrassment, she quickly pushed him down, pulling his tie, onto his hands and knees, pushing his head down before he had a chance to look around. He seemed surprised, but stayed. She turned down the light again, and walked over to her dresser, lighting a few candles around the room. She looked back over to him, making sure he hadn't moved. He hadn't, and she relaxed a little. She moved over to him, sitting down in front of him, "When you said earlier I could take out my frustration..." She didn't know what to ask exactly, "how are you?" She moved her head down to catch his eyes, reaching out to push a hand into his hair, pulling his head up slightly and he stared back, and nodded, his breathing still fast, but deeper now, "good, wonderful I mean. I like you. I trust you. Yes, it's okay." She leaned forward to kiss him on the forehead, pushed his head back down, more roughly, and stood, "good." She walked around him slowly, his back rising and falling slightly with his breaching. She knelt and ran a hand down his back, pressing her fingertips against him and moving back up, and then her nails back down again, over his ass. She moved her hand down the back of his thighs, and up the inside lightly, and he obligingly spread his knees, increasing her access. She watched his breathing for a moment, letting her fingers tickle his thighs before moving back up, and hooked two fingers under opposite sides of his underwear, pulling them in and up tightly, pulling them into the crack of his ass, stretching the fabric against the bulges between his legs. She enjoyed how he arched his back before releasing the elastic, letting it settle into the crack of his ass, appreciating the view. She put a hand on his ass cheek, squeezing, slightly giddy with her new toy, a toy she'd never really thought of having as her hand came off and came back down, flat and hard against his skin, once, twice. He jumped, but didn't pull away. She liked the noise, and watched as a faint pink outline of her hand appeared. She rose up, and swung a leg over his butt, moving higher, pressing herself down against his back. She felt the skin of his back, cool in the air, press against the warmth between her legs. She moved forward, reaching under him to grab his tie, using it to pull him up against her before undoing it, dropping it at his side. She slid herself up to his neck, the warmer skin there pressing into her, as she reached down and pulled his head up. Feeling a bit more confident now, she asked, "So, what do you think of my room?" She didn't get back much more intelligible than a few mmms, but she saw he had opened his eyes and tried to look around, so was satisfied. She moved back off behind him, running her hands more forcefully now down his legs. She pulled his socks off before moving back forward on her knees, pushing the front of her skirt against his ass. Wanting to feel more of his skin against hers, she undid her bra and pulled it off out through her sleeve, and finished unbuttoning her blouse. She ran her hands around his waist and up his chest, pulling him up onto his knees, opening her shirt to his back to press against her breasts. She felt him sigh as he felt the contact too, moving her hands up to his nipples to play gently and pull him back against her. Running a hand up to his neck, she pushed his head back towards her shoulder, kissing and nibbling on his ear. He sighed, and she breathed into his ear, "Good?" He nodded. "You really like my room?" He lifted his head up and looked around, more carefully now, "of course I do." "You don't think it's silly?" He laughed a bit, and she felt his back move against her chest, "well, no more than you." "Hey," she exclaimed, pinching one of his nipples between her fingers, but not too hard. "Sorry, but it's good. It's like I never know what you're going to do next, but once you do it, I understand. You make sense." She wrapped her arms around his body, pulling him closer against her, and lay her head down against his shoulder, "so that means you weren't expecting to end up naked in my room?" "I'm not naked." "You will be. You know what I mean." He nodded, "hoping? Maybe. Anxious of? Yes. Expecting, definitely not." "Me neither," she said softly. "I think it was just my tension from work coming out, bypassing my brain." "Then I should hope you have hard days a lot." "Hey," she said again, but with less energy this time. "Is there anything you'd like?" He took a breath. "To turn around and look at you," he said, quietly. She ran her hands down his stomach, and then back around his waist, grabbing his butt, teasingly, "to look into my eyes?" "Um, well, yes, that would be nice..." "And?" "Well, maybe your face, and neck, and shoulders... and breasts." "Really?" He nodded vigorously. "They're so small, though." He shook his head even harder, and pushed his back against her, moving his hands gingerly behind him, up her sides, onto her back, pulling, "they're perfect, not huge and everywhere, just fit perfectly." She moved her hands up to his sides, onto his hips, pushing him slowly away, starting to push on one, pulling on the other. He turned around slowly, and stared into her eyes for a moment until he was fully facing her, and then his eyes slipped off her face, down. She saw his breath catch slightly, and she, blushing, shrugged her shoulders and let her shirt slide off behind her, her nipples hardening. He reached a hand out to her, up to her face, inches away. She moved forward slightly, bringing her cheek into contact with it, closing her eyes as she felt the warmth. His hand trailed up, around her ear, and down to her neck, tracing the hollows, and then down farther over her chest. It circled slowly around the outline of her breasts, back up between them as she sank down on her knees, sitting on the ground. His hand pulled up, lighter, his nails trailing lightly up across her skin, climbing up her breast, falling back down on his fingers tips as they ran over the outside, under and to the right, repeating. His fingers circled her breasts, closing until she opened her eyes, reached out to him, her fingers running behind his neck and up into his hair, pulling his head forward and down until his lips were inches from her left nipple. She felt his breath against her skin as she held him still, his mouth opening a bit. After a moment, with the most gentle push of her fingers on the back of his head, he moved forward, his lips contacting her nipple, kissing gently. His fingers continued along the outline of her breasts as his head moved to her other nipple, his mouth opening slightly wider this time. His breath was hot and fast as his head moved down to follow his hand, licking and kissing around, up, closing on her nipples. His tongue followed the circle around them, but he only touched them, now fully hard like two pencil erasers, gently with his tongue and lips. She let him worship her breasts for a few minutes until pushing his shoulders, pushing him back up to kneeling. Feeling a bit too light-headed to stand up for the moment, she turned around and backed into him, leaning against him and reaching down to grab his hands. She brought them up to her breasts and held them, her smaller hands over his larger ones over her breasts. "See, perfect fit," he said, and she giggled and pressed back with her butt. She was surprised he managed not to fall backwards with her leaning against him, and even more so that he somehow pushed forward with his hips, feeling the pressure of his dick against her butt, through his underwear and her skirt. She held herself still for a moment, relaxing against him before turning around and standing up. She reached out and put a finger under his chin and lifted, bringing him to his feet. He kept his eyes down, though she could tell they were drifting up her legs, trying to get under her skirt, and even up to her flat stomach and the perfectly-shaped bottoms of her breasts. She moved her finger straight down his chest, over the waistband of his underwear, tracing the outline of his dick and down to his balls, clearly standing out against his tight underwear. She circled them a few times with a single finger before running it back, straight up the center of his dick. She pressed the finger against the head, watching a small dark circle appear in the center from the drop of precum on the inside of the fabric. She traced her finger back down and off, over to her, up under her skirt, staring at his downcast eyes as she ran a finger along her slit, getting it wet. She then brought the finger up to his face over his lips, below his nose, not touching. He breathed deeply and opened his mouth, his tongue eager to push out, but she moved her finger away quickly. She moved it back under his nose and then away more slowly. His head followed it forward, and she led him slowly, step by step to her bed, climbing onto it until he was sitting in the center. Then she wiped her finger over his lips, and pressed between them, into his mouth, wiping herself off on his teeth and tongue quickly before taking her finger away. "You like that? You want some more?" she asked. He nodded eagerly, looking expectantly down at her skirt. "Well, since you're being so good..." She repeated the process, still keeping her skirt down, not letting him see the source of the smell, the taste now hovering close to his waiting mouth. He closed his eyes, breathing in through his nose, his lips waiting and parted until she moved her finger against them, letting him lick it clean. "So it would appear we now each have one remaining item of clothing. Which would you prefer be removed first?" "Yours," he answered, without hesitation. She smiled gently, leaning forward to kiss his nose, "mmm, you're sweet, but are you sure that's the right answer?" He looked at her, with worry and some confusion. She hmmed, considering how to give him the right idea, "consider a girl and her pet... umm... dog. The girl can of course wear whatever she wants, and does. But the pet wouldn't wear clothes now, would it?" His eyes widened, but he nodded silently in understanding. "Good boy. Stand up." He looked around from the center of the bed, and then stood up on it. Jenn leaned back on the bed, looking up at him in the candle light. "So, pet, take them off. Slowly." He blushed and hesitated, but she continued to look up at him until he turned to the side, and ran his thumbs around the inside of his waistband. He pulled his underwear back up into his ass has she had done before pushing down the back over his butt. She watched, grinning as he uncovered his butt, pushing down farther, spreading his legs a little before running his thumbs forward to his sides and continuing to push down. The fabric stretched with the head of his dick still holding up the front, trapped under the elastic. He pushed farther until the fabric stretched forward as his dick was pulled out, still trapped below the elastic, tenting his underwear out. He pushed farther down, taking the back all the way off his butt. His eyes closed as his underwear pulled down on his dick, the full six and a half inches now sticking straight out from his body, the head wrapped in the fabric of his underwear. He leaned forward some, his underwear now half way down to his knees, pulling harder down on his dick, unsure of himself. "You look like you need some help," she said, and leaned forward. She reached out, pulling down hard on the fabric, his knees bending trying to relieve the force on his dick until she pulled the fabric forward. His dick suddenly shot back up and she giggled as it bounced against his body, almost as if a catapult had been released. She let his underwear drop to his feet and, pulling on his legs, had him step forward out of them. "What a fun little cock," she said, reaching up to trace her finger up it, pushing down on the head, bending it forward again and releasing it. She repeated the process a few more times, giggling more to his extreme embarrassment before wrapping her hand around it. This elicited a moan from him as she pulled him down by his dick to the bed, and then, running her hands slowly up from it, up to his stomach, pushed him back against the bed. "It's time for your reward," she said, crawling up his body. She kept her hips down, her skirt dragging over his dick, up his stomach and chest. When she got to his face, she moved it over his nose, below his eyes, hovering inches above him. He stared up at her, feeling her radiating against his chin and lips. She held herself a moment before letting her pussy touch his lips, dragging it up to his nose and back down, pushing down on his mouth, opening it. Her skirt drifted up, not affording him the view he was hoping for but rather just covering his eyes completely until he was lost in its dark folds, her taste now covering his mouth and nose. He pushed his tongue up eagerly, pushing apart her lips as she pushed down, pushing his tongue between them and then up as she pushed her hips back, licking to the top, his tongue spreading her lips, glancing across her clit as she arched her back, closing her eyes and moaning, rubbing herself over his face harder. She continued to move, pushing and rubbing her pussy up and down his mouth as he pushed his tongue up into her. After a while she turned herself around, her pussy centered on his mouth, turning until she was facing down his body, his face still lost in her skirt. She leaned forward, putting her hands on his chest, her weight on her hands and his face. He pushed his tongue out farther into her, sucking her lips between his teeth. She pushed down on his chest and pushed herself backwards, slowly rubbing her pussy up along his mouth until his tongue reached her clit. She pushed and let him suck hard on it, holding it between his teeth, her nails digging into his chest. Arching her back, she moaned, "oh, yes..." She pushed back farther until his nose was pushing against her pussy. She giggled as she sat up a bit, pushing his nose between her lips. She moved back down a little, still pushing back against his nose and down against his mouth. She held herself still a moment, listening, realizing he probably couldn't breathe. Fascinating, she thought, before pulling forward a bit, slightly self-conscious as she realized her ass was now against his nose, but forgetting as soon as he started sucking on her clit and pussy again. She leaned forward again, his tongue opening her pussy down to her clit as she left it against his mouth. She slid her hands down his stomach, her fingers entering his pubic hair and separating, down to his thighs, pulling them apart. He spread his legs slightly and she moved her hands back toward the base of his dick, surrounding it with her fingers. She squeezed, her thumb and fingers around the base, lifting his balls and pushing his cock up. She closed her fingers, barely reaching around, pulling up and tightening her hold on his balls. He gasped, his mouth opening against her clit. She held tightly as she carefully pushed herself back and slid her clit over his teeth. She tensed, squeezing harder, and then lowered herself back into his mouth, releasing his dick and running her hands over his balls until her fingers surrounded the shaft. He stopped sucking for a moment and then pushed his tongue hard against her clit, up through her lips and then pulling her clit between his lips, teasing over it with his tongue, causing her to fall forward father onto him, her head on his waist. Still holding his dick she rewarded him with a few quick strokes before pushing herself back up and closing her fingers around the base of his shaft. She squeezed and moved her hand up slowly up to the head, watching as it grew bigger, shiny and round and purple. She repeated this a few more times as he moaned around her clit before wrapping her hand around it and pushing herself farther until her pussy covered his mouth again. She rubbed against his face, spreading and rubbing her lips over his mouth. When he pushed his tongue up against her pussy, she lifted herself slightly away from him before lowering herself back onto his tongue. Squeezing his dick, she moved up and down a few times, fucking herself gently on his tongue. She felt herself nearing the edge, so she sat up, releasing his dick and pushed herself to her feet. She turned around and looked down at him, his mouth covered in her juices. He slowly opened his eyes, looking up between her legs at her shadowed pussy, the first look he'd gotten. She smiled down at him, and unzipped her skirt, letting it drop down her legs onto his face. She kicked it aside and let him stare up at her pussy, only lightly covered with thin, well trimmed hair. She moved her foot against one of his hands, and he gingerly ran it up her leg. She lowered herself slowly as he moved his hands up her thighs, reaching up to her pussy. When his fingers brushed her pussy lips, she reached down, pulling his hand against her and moving backwards, pulling him into a sitting position. Reaching her other hand out to his head, she pulled him up as she lowered herself down against the bed onto her back. She kissed him, tasting herself all over his mouth, enjoying her taste on him again. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and sucked on his lips before releasing him, very aware of her own need to come and his hand still against her pussy. "You're good," she said, reaching down between their bodies to grab his dick, stroking it a few times. "Now, make me come." He opened his eyes as she released his dick, nodded slowly, but said, "how?" "However you want, just don't get distracted with yourself or anything." He looked down at his hand on her pussy and his dick hovering inches away, took a breath, and moved himself down her body, sliding his hand down her pussy and his fingers back up against it as his mouth reached her breasts. He sucked her nipples into his mouth now, running his fingers up between her pussy lips, up around her clit, pulling on the skin, not touching it. He moved his fingers off it, back down, and slipped two fingers into her pussy gently, glancing his teeth over her nipple. He turned his fingers, moving just the tips in and out before sliding them farther, slowly until his thumb pressed between her lips too. He let it slip against her, his fingers still moving in until his thumb reached her clit, pressing down gently against it. When his fingers reached all the way, he held them there and started moving his thumb against her clit, pushing down, pushing the skin back and forth. "Oh," she moaned, moving her hand to his head, pushing it down hard against her breast. She released his head, pushed him down, spreading her legs as his head moved over her stomach. He started pushing his fingers into her pussy, pulling them out as his mouth reached her clit, sucking on it again, around his fingers, turning his fingers inside her and moving faster. She reached up to her breast, squeezing her nipples, "Oh, yes, I'm gonna..." He sucked her clit into his mouth, closing his teeth down against it, cutting off her moan and pushing his fingers all the way in, pulling them out to rub a few times just against the outside of her pussy before pushing them in again, faster, sucking harder. She spread her legs ever father, wrapping them around his back, pulling him onto her as she started to spasm, "oh! fuck! faster!" He felt her pussy squeeze his fingers, moving awkwardly faster as she came against him, her legs trapping him, holding him down. He slowed, pulling his fingers out as she came down, licking over her clit gently and down to her pussy, lightly spreading her lips with his tongue, sucking at her juices. She sighed and looked down at him hazily before untangling her legs, pulling him up to her, kissing him tiredly and holding him against her side. She felt his dick pressing against her leg but ignored it for the moment, aside from pushing back gently against it. He stayed still and quiet, his breath hot against her neck and chest. Hesitantly he moved his hand up to her chest, caressing slowly, eventually letting his palm cover her breast warmly. She sighed and drifted off for a bit.