On Borrowed Time Vol. 03

But I needed more. I broke away from her and stood off the couch, only to face her once more, my hands already finding the waistband of her bottoms. I easily slid them from her, and she said nothing, only watched me work with excitement in her eyes. I tossed her pants aside and only her lacy black thong remained, attempting to conceal a thick pair of swollen lips and failing miserably to do so. I kneeled before Felicity, tossed her legs atop my shoulders, and placed my face mere inches away from the source of her heat. I no longer inhaled oxygen from where I sat, instead receiving a lungful of her delicious fragrance every time I drew breath, the potent brew tempting me onward.

And onward I pressed, the first strike seeing my powerful tongue travel the length of the arousal-stained thong, my wetness meeting hers. She gasped loudly and clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes retracting until they were tiny slits, remaining focused on me. I watched her watch me as I repeated it, my tongue traveling up and down her slit, tracing the folds of skin through the fabric that was quickly becoming transparent due to the moisture it was being subjected to. Felicity did her best to stifle another moan, her legs shuddering as I teased her relentlessly for at least a few minutes. It wasn't until her underwear were thoroughly soaked through and essentially useless that I halted what I was doing, admiring her lips through the sheer material as I caught my breath.

I gingerly peeled the underwear from her body, unlocking her pussy for the first time and I throbbed uncontrollably when it came into full view. Her lips were a healthy pink, thick and swollen, and coated in enough thin arousal that I could eat my fill and then some. I gently eased her lips apart using a couple fingers and exposed her tight hole, groaning as I discovered her innermost jewel. Her insides were a brighter shade of pink and oozed copious amounts of her desire, as if she contained an endless supply to lubricate herself with. I couldn't delay it any longer, I had to have a taste of what looked to be a succulent buffet.

It was better than I could have even imagined. Just one long, elongated trace of my tongue up her puffy lips collected enough dew to coat my tongue in a viscous layer of her arousal, and I savored it as if it were my favorite food. Felicity was beside herself, whimpering through her fingers as her body vibrated with more force than before. I groaned, swallowed her essence and continued the tasting, this time diving my tongue into her slippery folds. I feasted upon her lips, occasionally catching them inside my mouth before releasing them back into her pond, intent on catching them again later. I avoided her sensitive area for as long as I could, saving it for when she least expected me to attack it. And right when she had settled in and felt comfortable enough to drop her hand, I shot my tongue to the top of her pussy, the tip zoning in on the stiff button that had emerged from hiding.

Felicity yelped out loud, a high-pitched shriek that was cut short as I reached up and clamped my own hand upon her mouth. She bent forward to accept it, pressing her mouth into my palm, her hands now busy as she fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples. I held my hand in place and continued to devour her pussy, no matter how awkward my position was. I flicked her clit for all I was worth, somehow managing to assault it from every direction all at once as my tongue circled it furiously. Surely it would appear to be a blur to her as I worked it, quickly fatiguing myself but ignoring the strain in my mouth as I pressed ever onward. Her muffled mouth made more and more noise and I gripped it tighter, forcing both the drool and the lustful words back down her throat. She was gyrating on my face now, grinding her clit onto my tongue as I tortured it. Every once and a while I would abduct it into my mouth to torment it further, lashing it with repeated strikes from my powerful tongue while simultaneously sucking upon it, as if I wanted to remove it from her body and claim it as my own.

She was unraveling into a mess right before my very eyes, and it didn't take much longer until the final thread had been pulled and her body gave up its precious prize. With a violent shudder and a suspended breath, Felicity released a healthy torrent of liquid from her opening, her pussy contracting wildly. I never stopped licking her, even as her muscles spasmed and her hand found my head, fingers digging into my flesh. I greedily lapped up her desire, the taste vibrant and fresh, setting my tastebuds ablaze. I licked her lips clean until the moisture that remained belonged to me, a thin coat of my heated saliva clinging to her swollen, spasming organ.

I retrieved my hand from Felicity's mouth so she could fill her lungs with fresh air and straightened up as I did so, vacating the space between her thighs. She was completely unwound, heavy breasts heaving every which way as she panted, trying to corral a breath that evaded her. I grinned at the sight of my handiwork and pushed myself up to my feet, gently placing her feet back down on the floor. I grabbed my pants and started to pull them back up to my waist, but Felicity had other ideas, sitting up straight and lunging forward all in one motion. She gripped my pants with one hand and stopped them in place, while the other found its way back around my erection that was as stiff as I could ever remember it being.

Felicity took me back into her mouth, damning the breath she couldn't find before in an act of defiance that doomed her poor lungs. She swallowed as much of my shaft as she could, challenging herself to find a depth deeper than she had before. Her efforts tore a gasp from my throat, and I absentmindedly placed a hand on the back of her head, encouraging her to continue. She did, though it was purely of her own volition, her head bobbing back and forward with unparalleled energy. I watched as she relocated her other hand in between her legs and massaged her swollen clit in place, while the hand circling my cock stroked in rhythm with her lips, covering as much real estate on my shaft as she could muster.

That's when I noticed the sound, as the television had grown quiet and the only noise filling the living room was the heedless sucking of my cock, echoes of wet suction bouncing off the walls, which was interspersed with enthusiastic gagging and the report of squelching moisture from in between her fingers. She rubbed her clit with vigor while simultaneously stuffing as much of me into her as she could, forgoing oxygen in exchange for the dick she began to slobber upon. I couldn't help but groan, loudly and with reckless abandon. The sensation was nearly too much to handle.

Finally, she relented and came up for air, a soft 'plop' ringing out as the thick head of my cock breached her soft lips. Familiar tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and she once again wiped excess moisture away from her mouth, looking up at me with pure lust in her eyes.

"I want to ride you," she whispered, still stroking my cock and rubbing herself as she spoke.

My only response was my movement, as I pulled away from her grasp to seat myself upon the sofa that was now soaked through with her arousal and my saliva. She stood up before me and removed her tank top, standing completely nude in the middle of the living room. She was backlit by the television which cast her in a soft white glow, her gorgeous body on full display. Every luscious curve was mine to observe and drink in, and I did just that for the few seconds I was able to, until I was interrupted by Felicity attempting to straddle me. She was upon my lap in seconds, squatting precariously above my cock, her soaked pussy just centimeters away. She reached underneath her body to grip me and pointed me toward her entrance, her hips beginning to lower.

I watched with bated breath as we drew nearer, heart caught in my throat. She moved in slow motion before my eyes, this one solitary second stretching out over the course of what felt like minutes. But eventually we connected, another gigavolt surging between us as I breached the lips I had just dined upon. I was not prepared for the sensation that descended upon me, an exquisite warmth and wetness that cloaked me in a tight shield. Felicity gasped sharply, voicing her contentment as she slowly lowered herself upon my shaft, her hands planted on my torso to steady herself. Every inch that disappeared inside her body was subjected to the tightest squeeze imaginable, tiny muscles squirming around me, eagerly drawing me in.

"Oh my god," I managed to choke out, groaning as Felicity neared my base.

She grunted as she stuffed herself, once again working toward a self-imposed challenge to take all of me inside her. She got close but eventually had to stop short, gasping as I filled her channel to the brink. She looked into my eyes, that coy grin returning to her lips, and retreated her way back up my shaft. The speed at which she did this shocked me, for I was just growing accustomed to her pulsation, and she ripped it away, only to return it in force a moment later when she crashed her hips down onto me. She impaled herself on me, and then repeated it, and then once again after that. Felicity threw her lower half upon me in a rhythm that saw her ass bounce up and down, pushing off my chest to assist the rotation of her hips, each powerful downward thrust causing me to fill her tight pussy to the brim. Her speed increased with every rep until the operation was mastered, her hips operating in one singular smooth motion.

"Fuck fuck fuck," was all Felicity could muster, whimpering as she drove me back inside her body over and over again.

My hands found Felicity's heavy breasts, halting their erratic swings. I fondled and caressed her tits as she rode me ever faster, the sound of our sneaky act very loudly reverberating off the walls of the tiny house. But it went unnoticed by both of us, we were too far gone at this moment in time. I captured one of her nipples in my mouth and eagerly sucked upon it, my tongue swirling the erect pink knob in quick circles. Felicity's voice became ragged as she moaned, an orgasm wracking her body from head to toe. Her pussy squeezed far tighter than before, nearly driving the breath from my body. Her body quaked, casting ripples throughout her supple flesh, her hips vibrating atop mine. I detached myself form her breast to observe her biting into her own fist to stop herself from crying out, her body still quivering.

I leaned close to her and sunk my teeth into her neck, my tongue following suit to lick upon the skin I breached. My hands relocated to her bare ass and cupped her cheeks, spreading them slightly apart. I began to force her pussy up and down my cock by maneuvering her ass, lifting it slightly and then pulling it back down in quick succession, driving myself in and out of her drenched hole. Felicity pressed her chest against mine, moaning quietly into my ear as I took over. My hips rose to meet her every time I pressed her body downward, gaining more depth within her as I did so. I stifled my own groans by continuing my assault upon her neck, nibbling and licking the sensitive flesh there, delighting in the goosebumps that erupted beneath my touch. Her body convulsed again, signaling another climax, and this time she buried her face into the space between my neck and shoulder, biting upon my flesh as well. Even in doing so she generated noise, her moan echoing out across the room. Her song of pleasure only emboldened me, and I rewarded her ass with a harsh slap, the force of which caused her cheek to recoil.

I tried to ignore the dull pain that was born in my groin, but it soon blossomed and spread to my balls, which ached for release. I had been holding out for as long as possible, but I couldn't delay for much longer. I kept stroking within Felicity's tight walls, savoring each and every journey toward her cervix, only to retreat and repeat the voyage again. And each trip brought me closer than the last, cresting a tall mountain with the horizon just on the other side of it. Her pussy clamped upon me yet again, another wild spasm ripping through her body as she reached another peak and she collapsed upon me, out of both energy and breath. The timing wasn't great either, as I had reached my limit with only seconds to spare.

"Felicity, I'm about to come," I choked out, halting my movement with my hands still full of her flesh.

The sentence spoke life back into her body as she clumsily dismounted me, body glimmering with sweat. She was caught in a second wind, falling to her knees before the couch, her hand a blur as she stroked my cock. Her knuckles flew back and forth past every vein that choked the shaft she had just been riding, her arousal still clinging to me. She looked up into my eyes and ducked her head, taking one of my balls into her mouth, her hand still pumping me, specks of pre-cum dripping onto her face. She fondled the ball with her gaping mouth, opening and closing her lips around it, before tracing the soft orb with her tongue and thoroughly washing it, tendrils of saliva dripping off it onto her breasts.

I could stand it no longer.

A thick rope of desire erupted from my body without warning and caught Felicity across the face, and she reacted immediately, sequestering my cock within her mouth before I could fire off another round. The instant I was relocated to her throat another rope was let loose, and then another, and then a few more after that. I was groaning like a mad man as I emptied myself inside Felicity's mouth, my cock throbbing and pulsing unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I was in awe of the volume leaving my body, spasm after spasm, the orgasm seemingly unending. Felicity didn't waver, her throat loudly gulping every now and again, both of her hands clasped around my shaft with her lips glued around my head. Even after the spasms subsided she continued to suck, her tongue tracing slow circles around me and it was all I could do to keep from pushing her away as the sensitivity set in.

Eventually she would cease the torture, dislodging me from her mouth one final time, my penis and groin coated in several different fluids. Felicity was covered in them as well, sweat, saliva and cum adorning her pretty body. She worked at cleaning the viscous fluid from her face, making sure I was watching her as she dripped cum from her fingertips onto her outstretched tongue, before swallowing it without hesitation, a mischievous smirk on her face.

"You taste so fucking good Terrence," she cooed, sighing contently.

I was at a loss for words and could only manage to respond with a dumbfounded grin, absentmindedly pulling my pants back up. I was still stiff but I had nothing left in the tank, not after what we had just subjected each other to. The climactic ending couldn't have come at a better time either, as we heard the house once again coming to life, the others beginning their morning routines. I glanced back through the blinds and observed the sun trying to break through the clouds; another night had come and gone, but this one was far more eventful than the last. Felicity had hastily pulled her clothes back on and stood a few feet away, hair disheveled and her face a mess.

"I guess I'll be the first in the bathroom today," she said with a sly wink.

"I'll 'wake up' soon and be right behind you," I replied with a chuckle.

I stood to my feet started toward the loveseat, but Felicity grabbed my hand, holding me in place. Her eyes searched mine, and I could almost see the words poised on her lips, ready to tumble from them. But they never came. Instead, she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and a squeeze of the hand, before she silently slipped away, heading in the direction of the only bathroom in the house. I could not contain the smile that spread across my face. As I heard the bathroom door click behind her, I sunk into the loveseat and tossed the blanket over my body. I leaned back onto the couch, closed my eyes and traveled off into the land of dreams.

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I returned to reality, stuck firmly in the present now, my eyes opening for the first time in minutes. The workplace comedy was still on the television, and upon seeing it I instantly recalled the engine that had charioted Felicity away only moments before. I couldn't help but smile as I reflected upon the memory of a simpler time, one that I would give anything to return to, not to change things but just to experience it once more. I looked down at the phone that remained in my hand, the picture of Felicity still there, the catalyst which had transported me back in time. I navigated away from the photo and pulled up our thread, typed a quick message, hit send and watched as the text appeared on the screen. I looked up and found the television, seeing it but not watching it, contemplating what was to come next. Moments later I sat the phone down and walked away from the couch, in need of a distraction until the response came.

Hey Felicity, miss you already. Let me know if you're ever back in town. I'm looking forward to seeing you again someday.