"We gotta talk about something" he said, as he climbed back into the truck. I looked over at his direction, waiting to hear the rest of his thought. "You can't keep fucking me like this."
I almost choked on my water - and laughed at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. He looked at me, his eyes telling me he was joking. "So how am I supposed to fuck you? What does that even mean? Like, should we fuck less?"
"Well I didn't say that" he replied, a smile spreading across his lips. I laughed again at him, as I drove back to the house and got situated with food & drinks. Tequila, floor picnic and some food - we were in for the night. We had played hooky from work that day, unplanned and decided on exploring the city.
After we finished eating, we got comfier on the floor pallet we made. He leaned over to kiss me, his hand gripping my thigh, I leaned in to his kiss and moved closer to him. Physical touch was something we both had shared we enjoyed, but there was something about our interactions that the physical touch only elevated every time.
"So I have a question for you" I said to him, after pulling away from a few kisses. "Go for it" he replied, his eyes slowly moving to lock on mine. "So how should I continue to fuck you? I need to know where my boundaries and limits exist for you."
I had moved from sitting next to him to sitting on my knees in between his legs, my hands rubbing over his legs. A smirk covered his lips as my question penetrated his thoughts, and he playfully scratched at his beard, as if thinking really hard over my question.
"Well, I'm not really sure. But I'm willing to see where the lines could be drawn, if we need them" he replied. A giggle escaped my lips, giving away how much the tequila was already working through my body.
"I'm willing to be the student, if it means I get to learn under your hands" I playfully replied. His smirk turned full on grin, enjoying my reply to him.
"Let's begin then" he suggested. His hands reached out and grabbed at my hips to move me closer to him, motioning to straddle him. Sitting on top of him now, one hand reached down to grip my ass, while the other reached to my neck and pulled me into a kiss. I could feel his dick growing under my thong, pressing against my wetness.
I adjusted myself, spreading my hips further - sinking lower onto him, his dick even harder now. His hand moved from my hip, to reach between us, and into my panties. I could feel my wetness dripping as he slid his finger inside of me. A soft moan escaped my lips against his, and I felt him push another finger into me.
"You have the tightest, prettiest little pussy I've ever enjoyed" he said. Just hearing that from him made my body tingle, and my pussy contracted against his fingers. "Oh yeah?" He asked. His gaze moved to mine again, as he continued fingering me.
I melted against his hand, and shuddered from the sensations he was giving me. He kissed at my face, and he stopped moving his fingers inside of me and put them to my lips. I opened my mouth, and tasted myself off his fingers. He licked his fingers after I did, and smirked.
