Free Copping To It by Ava Meyers

clothes and hers, but he’d complied — she knelt on the mattress
beside him and slowly feathered her fingertips across his face and
the toned muscles of his shoulders, arms and chest. Occasionally,
she let her fingers drift lower, skimming his abdomen and
approaching teasingly close to the base of his straining erection
before pulling back. Although he shifted his legs restlessly and
his breaths accelerated, he didn’t rush her, didn’t try to take
control. He kept his gaze locked on hers, their connection almost
holy.
    She added her mouth to the mix, sprinkling
kisses over the same paths her fingers took. When she reached his
pubic hair, she didn’t pull away again, but rather hovered over his
flesh and blew a stream of air against the sensitive shaft. Under
her fascinated gaze, his cock grew thicker, longer, and darker, the
tip a fleshy purple and the prominent vein traveling the length of
him pulsing with his heartbeat. He hissed, and his hands jerked,
but he pressed his palms flat against the mattress. With his eyes
finally closing, he seemed to struggle for control, something she
was suddenly bound and determined to deprive him of.
    Moving stealthily, she tongued his shaft
from base to tip, then curled her tongue around the head. He
groaned, and his fingers clenched into fists. Closing her own eyes,
she kept the pressure of her mouth gentle, alternating between
licks and sucks, licks and sucks, relishing the taste and warmth of
him until he started arching his hips toward her. When she opened
her eyes, she found his open as well, and she nearly caught on fire
from the heat that emanated from them.
    “Enjoying yourself?” he choked out.
    “Mmm. Hmm,” she drawled before pulling back.
“You?”
    He chuckled raggedly. “Uh, yeah. You could
say that.” Hands caressing her thighs, he pulled her over him until
she straddled his chest. “Sit on my face.”
    His blatant request shoved the air right out
of her lungs. At first she resisted, but then she recognized the
means to his undoing in his bright, lust-crazed eyes. “Will that do
it for you?” she asked. “Make you lose control?”
    “It’ll do it for me. And the fact that we’re
still here proves you made me lose control a hell of a long time
ago.”
    She started walking on her knees, climbing
his body, deliberately dragging her wet core against him. “Will you
stop when I ask you to?”
    Gripping her hips, he easily lifted her over
his face and nuzzled into her with a barely-there pressure that was
still enough to nearly drive her mad.
    “Oh,” she whimpered and bit her lip.
    He flicked his tongue delicately against
her. Once. Twice. Three times. “Now why would you want me to stop?”
he asked.
    “Be—because I told you, I want to be on top.
I — I —”
    His tongue speared into her, and she lost
her train of thought for several seconds. Throwing back her head,
she closed her eyes and covered her mouth with her palms to keep
from screaming his name.
    “Mmmph. So good,” he crooned. “So fucking
amazing. And you are on top.”
    “No. Not like this. I — I want to take you
this time,” she said.
    “You are taking me.” He shoved his tongue
deeper inside her. “Just one, very specific part of me.”
    She jerked as he nipped her clitoris. The
slight sting of pain caused her hips to jerk, pressing herself more
deeply onto his face. He latched onto the engorged pearl at the
crest of her core and suckled, his intent clearly to bring her to
orgasm. The explosion was nearly upon her when she frantically
shook her head and tried to lift herself off him. “No. Stop. I want
you to stop.”
    His heavy breathing drifted up toward her,
and his fingers dug into her hips. For a second, she wasn’t sure
he’d stop, but after a moment, his grip loosened, and his head fell
back on the mattress. “Do it then,” he gritted out. “Do it
now.”
    Swiftly, she scrambled down his body and
grasped his cock, positioning it at the opening of her