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Billy collapsed onto the couch beside Kate as she was reading. She lifted her reading glasses into her auburn hair, set her book on the table, and patted her lap. He stretched out, laying his head on her thigh. She ran her hand through his thick, black spiky hair, lightly scratching and massaging his scalp. He closed his eyes and sighed at her touch.
“Read me somethin’?” he asked quietly as he shifted his head further into her touch and against her belly. She could tell he was tired, and for some reason he loved it when she read to him. Usually didn’t matter what it was, he just wanted to hear her voice.
“Sure. But you’re gonna shower first, stinkbug,” she said before she bent down and laid a gentle kiss on his forehead. They shared a knowing grin before Billy propped himself up on an elbow and looked up to her, a playful glint in his hazel eyes.
“You gonna come wi’me?” Kate gave him a smirk before she patted his cheek.
“No, then nothing will get clean,” she giggled before she leaned down to gently kiss him again, but this time on his lips. “Plus, I just got my hair done today. Pick out a book, and I will leaf through it to find the perfect passages.”
“An’ it looks gorgeous, as always, love,” he said before he reached up and gently cupped her cheek. She kissed his palm before she poked him in the chest.
“Go pick a book and hit the showers, buddy boy.” Billy scoffed before he got up.
“Bleedin’ hell woman, I’m goin’ I’m goin’!” He said as he got up and gestured to the general direction of the bathroom. He sauntered over to the bookshelf and picked up a hot little book of erotic poetry. He handed it to her before he silently headed for the ensuite in their room before throwing that devilish grin over his shoulder.
Kate knew what he was doing, and truth be told, she didn’t mind, but she doubted much reading would get done. She chuckled to herself and waited for the sound of the shower before she went to the bedroom. She stripped off her tee and her leggings, leaving her in just a soft lavender lacy bralette and lacy panties before she slid under the covers.
She leafed through the little book of poetry and found a couple poems she thought Billy might like. She adjusted her glasses as she heard the shower turn off and the curtain rings scraping on the bar. She couldn’t see Billy from her vantage point in the bed, but her mind wandered to his body.
He was well built with a galaxy of freckles smattered across his sun kissed skin with just a dusting of chest hair. His legs were long and lean and had the perkiest little ass. She smiled to herself imagining the way his ass wiggled when he walked.
Billy walked out of the bathroom with a towel slung low on his waist. His hair was disheveled but clean, small rivulets of water still dripped from his thick, black, but well-maintained beard. Kate smiled at him and patted the empty spot next to her in the bed.
“Oh, wha’s all this then? I thought we was gonna be on the couch?” Kate shot him a smirk.
“I thought this would be much more comfortable for you, you know, just in case you fell asleep.”
“Oh, is ‘at right, eh Kate?” He cocked an eyebrow at her.
“Of course, my love. I only want you to be cozy and comfortable,” said Kate, feigning innocence. Billy’s sparkling eyes crinkled as he shot her another shit eating smirk. There was mischief in those eyes, as always. He dropped the towel, flashing his already half hard cock before he gently slid in bed beside her.
“Hmm, wha’s this?” he asked as he lifted the left strap of Kate’s lacy bralette.
“I wanted to be comfortable too,” she replied indignantly.
“Mmm,” he hummed before he kissed her shoulder and ran his fingers along the strap a few times. Kate looked over the rim over her reading glasses at him as she closed the book and dropped it to her lap.
“I thought you wanted me to read, you absolute menace,” she giggled.
“Oh, be my guest, love.” He gestured to the book in her lap, before he snuggled in close to her. He wrapped his right arm around her bare waist, his naked body pressed against her side, cock resting hot and heavy against her thigh, and his head rested against her breasts.
Kate flipped to the first poem she had marked. She read “The Floating Poem, Unnumbered” by Adrienne Rich, one of her all-time favorites, so she read it slowly and deliberately. Billy’s grip tightened on her as she moved to the next poem, “Directions” by Catherine Riegel.
She could feel Billy’s cock growing harder against her thigh. She could feel her body responding to his heat and his growing cock. She tried to keep her voice even and her breath steady.
Billy pulled back, so he could look at Kate’s face as his right hand caressed her soft, warm belly. So soft and light, he was barely touching her. Just the gentlest brushing of fingertips. She looked down over her glasses at him and shot him a shy smile before she moved to the next poem. This one she made sure to read slow and sultry. This was another of her absolute favorites and she wanted to savor it; “Bloom” by Ryn Rehnard.
“I laze like a fresh blossom
Relishing the early morning sun
Your hands roam over my soft curves
Touching, teasing, thrilling”
As Kate read, Billy’s hand wandered slowly down from her belly to rest just above her mound as he brushed his lips gently over her lace covered nipple. It pebbled under the light touch. A sly smirk made a reappearance on his lips, but Kate was still reading. He loved the way her body responded to him, even if she was trying to fight it. Her body betrayed her as she steeled her expression and continued the poem.
“Sending a wave of gooseflesh washing across my skin
Caressing my flourishes
Budding my nipples with a delightful tingle
Your eyes wander over me
Admiring my hue, so soft, so pink
My scent, so sweet, so raw
Our eyes meet
Kate looked down, her eyes met Billy’s gaze and he flashed that smirk at her again. She smiled back before she continued reading. Billy had heard this poem before. He knew this was one of Kate’s favorites, so he knew how it ended. He slid his hand farther down until his fingers played against the damp fabric covering her slit. Kate shifted and squirmed in her seat trying to concentrate on reading.
A tender moment in time
A silent request for more
“Yes.”
A quiet plea of ecstasy
You breathe down my body
As she continued reading, Billy rubbed his fingers along her still clothed slit a little firmer than before. Her breath caught in her throat on the last line of that section. As she began the next, he slid his hand down the front of her panties and circled his fingers around her swollen clit. Her breath hitched as her eyes slipped closed. She bit her lip, trying not to let him know how good it felt. She ached for him, but there were only a few lines left…
With your tongue
Claim what’s yours
Spread my petals
Billy’s fingers slid down into her slick slit, probing, spreading, exploring her folds as if the poem was an instruction. Breathless, she finished the poem.
Slide your fingers in
Make me bloom
As she read the last two lines, Billy slid two of his fingers easily into her dripping pussy, making her gasp. Her head dropped back as she rocked her hips into his hand chasing the friction she needed. She needed him deeper.
“Easy, Kate,” he purred against her shoulder.
“Billy, please.” He knew what she wanted, he grabbed the book from her and turned to set it on his nightstand before he flung the covers back leaving her in the lavender colored lacy underthings. He crawled his nude body to her as he straddled her legs and loomed over her. Her hand found his now fully erect and throbbing cock and stroked it gently, her eyes never leaving his. Her pupils were blown with need as she pleaded to him once more, “Billy…”
He didn’t want her to stop touching his cock, it felt so fucking good, but Kate always got taken care of first. He may be a brute, but he was also a gentleman when the time called for it. He ran his hand up her neck to cradle her head before he leaned down and kissed her, long, deep, and hard while her hand still slowly stroked him. Her thumb rubbed over the tip, through the precum, and swirled around his crown. An involuntary shudder breathed through him at her touch. He did his best to refocus even with her hot little hand around him.
His tongue gently breached her lips and wrestled with hers as he moaned into her mouth. She swallowed it down. Her hand felt incredible stroking him, soft but firm.
“Fuck, Kate,” he mumbled as he kissed his way from her mouth to her jaw, sucking and nibbling marks into her skin as he went. He kissed and nipped his way down to her tits. Billy could see her nipples were perked beneath the thin, lacy fabric. He palmed her tits and rolled her little buds between his fingers through the lacy barrier.
Kate let go of his cock and leaned forward so she could slip the bralette up over her head, leaving her long auburn hair a tousled mess and her ample tits free. She went to take her tortoiseshell reading glasses off and Billy touched her hand.
“Leave ‘em on, love.” Kate smiled and pushed them back up the bridge of her nose. “Lay back and le’me take care of ya,” he said as his hand gently pressed the middle of her chest, pushing her back to lay slightly propped up on the pillows. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, love.”
“Please, baby. I need it,” her voice was breathy and quiet.
“I know, baby girl, I know. I got ya,” he said before he kissed her sternum. He nipped and licked his way to her left breast. He gave her nipple a light flick with his tongue before he closed his lips over it and began to suck. Kate writhed beneath him; her hands gripped his hair as she whined.
“Billy…” she gasped. A gentle laugh rumbled up out of him.
“Don’t worry Kate, we’re gonna get there. Jus’ lemme enjoy you for a bit.”
“Ugh… fuck,” she whined. She didn’t know how long she could take it before she was an outright begging mess.
Billy switched sides, sucking and tonguing her other nipple, making the skin tighten and bud up. When Kate couldn’t stay still any longer, he kissed his way down her belly, to the band of the lacy panties she still wore.
He looked up the line of her body to meet her eyes and gave her a smirk before he kissed her mound. Billy moved so he could pull her down farther on the bed and shift her hips up, opening her legs even farther, putting her on display. He looked down between her thighs, and that glint was back in his eyes.
“Oh, would you jus’ look at that, so wet and eager for me, its seepin’ through your knickers. Such a good girl, my Katie.” Her face flushed a beautiful rosé color before she groaned.
“Billy, fuck… please.” Without another cocky word, he slid his fingers under the top of her panties and peeled them from her glistening, sticky sex. Slipping them so slowly down her long legs. Torturing her. Once they were off, they were lost to the floor. Billy used his thumbs to part her folds, she was swollen and dripping. So hot, and slick, and shiny, like hot, wet velvet.
“So fuckin’ wet for me, yeah?” He ran his fingers through her folds, making sure to circle her clit, and a strangled whimper escaped her throat. “Mmm, look how responsive. Good girl.” He continued to run his fingers through her syrupy slit, from her clit to her entrance and back again. Just light caresses, teasing, spreading her arousal. His gentle handling elicited encouraging sounds from her.
“More,” she groaned. Billy of course, gave his baby girl what she wanted. She was being so patient, after all. He moved his body farther down hers until his mouth was hovering over her mound, but he didn’t give her quite what she wanted yet. He licked and kissed her thighs, sucking little red marks into her skin wherever his mouth touched her pale skin.
His beard tickled and sent tingles dancing along her skin where it prickled her sensitive and delicate flesh. He nibbled his way back to her mound and lifted his eyes to hers. He kept his gaze locked on Kate’s as he lowered his head, closed his lips over her perfect little nub and gave it the lightest suck. She moaned and writhed.
“Oh fuck… more,” she keened, “please… god… more!” Billy unlatched from her and pulled back a bit to run his fingers through her slit and gather her arousal to slickly thumb her clit in small, soft circles. She thrashed and wailed. Knowing he was teasing her, she begged. “Please, please make me come,” she sobbed. She was desperate for what she wanted, no, needed, and she couldn’t care how pathetic she may have looked in that moment. She needed to come, mindlessly, bonelessly and breathlessly.
“Well since you asked so nicely, love. I’ve gotcha.” He wanted to tease her some more, but she didn’t look like she could take much more. She was pink, breathless, and trembling. Billy leaned his head back down and buried his face in her cunt. He began by probing her slit with his tongue, swirling and flicking, sending sparks arcing across her skin as she wept and contorted as pleasure rocked through her.
Her hands tangled in his hair, scratching his scalp, tugging the black strands, sending a wave of gooseflesh skittering down his body. This only encouraged him more. Billy wrapped his arms around her legs and shifted her pelvis open to him even further. Once he had her right where he wanted her, he brought his right hand back around to tease between her slippery and swollen lips.
Kate’s hips undulated and rocked to try to take his fingers deeper. Billy dipped his head back down to close his lips over her little bud before he slipped two fingers inside her again. She howled and writhed, her fists gripped the sheets, as her head dug into the pillow.
He started slow and gentle, alternating between sucking and licking her clit in slow, tender circles while his fingers pumped slowly in and out her. One of her hands released the sheets and gripped her tit, while she shook and squirmed. He increased the pace with his fingers, and he upped the pressure on her clit, sending her to a new level of pleasure. Her hand gripping her breast crept down her body, over her soft belly to wind in his hair again. Billy knew exactly what she needed and how.
“Fuck, baby… more, please!” she cried.
As he sucked and fucked her, he curled his fingers brushing that euphoric little spot inside. Every plunge of his fingers and every sensation on her clit sent the fire low in her gut sailing higher, licking at her flesh, begging for more fuel to burn higher, brighter, and hotter. A sultry blush inched across her radiant skin as her legs began to quiver under his worship.
Billy knew she was getting close to her climax, so he redoubled his efforts. With just a little more pressure and a little more speed with his fingers, Kate wailed and thrashed as she came. The flames inside consumed her. Her orgasm bloomed hot and hazy outward from her cunt as her hand gripped and yanked Billy’s hair. Her walls fluttered around his digits as he teased out more of her sweet nectar.
Her body shook and convulsed as he continued to suck her bud and slowly tease her pussy, ushering her through the waves of breathless delight. She gave his hair a sharp tug.
“Baby, baby… too much, fuck...” she said, her hand falling from his head and making its way on to her still trembling belly, her other hand on her forehead. Billy smiled against the skin of her tender inner thigh before he kissed his way from her mound, up her stomach, to her sternum, up to her pink lips, still puffing out gentle breaths. Billy nuzzled her cheek.
“Such a good, responsive girl, my Katie. You taste so fuckin’ sweet.” She giggled and dropped her arm to look at him.
“You know I hate it when you call me that,” she chuckled softly. Billy kissed her on the nose.
“You love it, doll.” She just smiled and laid a gently kiss on his lips. When she pulled away that cocksure smirk was waiting. “Now I think that hot little cunt of yours is ready for my cock, yeah?”
“Yes, yes, please fuck me, Billy!” she whispered.
“Gladly, love,” he said as he shifted back down the bed, leaving hot, wet kisses down her skin as he went. He angled himself to push in, his hand around the base of his thick, and hard, leaking cock. “You ready, princess?”
“Fuck me, Billy!” she cried. He complied with her desperate plea. He angled his cock and slid right into her, to the hilt. Kate’s cunt swallowed him, like a hungry, greedy little thing. He loomed over her, sheathed in her core.
“Kate, fuuuck, you’re so tight, love.” He gave them both a moment to adjust before he began to move his hips. Kate hooked her legs around his waist. The slow drag of his cock as he pulled out to fuck back into her sent shivers slinking along her skin leaving gooseflesh in their wake. Fuck, his cock felt so good filling her. He stretched her so perfectly.
His pace started slow and steady, but Kate didn’t want slow virginal love making. She needed a feral fucking. Her heel dug into Billy’s ass like a spur, urging him to fuck her hard and fast. He got the message and upped his pace to bruising. Her cunt squelched with every thrust of his cock. Billy bent down to kiss her, his tongue grappled with hers while they gasped together, and Kate whined her pleasure into his mouth. He kissed down her cheek and grunted when she spurred his ass again with her heel.
“Harder,” she cried. Billy leaned back on his knees, her legs falling from around his waist.
“Oi, you want it harder, d’ya? Love, get ready, I am goin’ta ruin you,” he said as he hoisted Kate’s legs over his arms to get more leverage and a deeper angle. He gripped her hips and began to pound into her. Every deep thrust tearing a screech, whimper, or scream from Kate’s throat. His fingers dug into her skin, leaving rosy dapples where they crushed her. The bruising grip only sent the pleasure of being split over and over thrumming through her.
The sounds of Kate’s wails, the feverish slaps of skin, the thump of the headboard against the wall, and Billy’s grunts filled their small bedroom. That fire low in Kate’s belly began to build again, licking and searing her flesh from the inside. As Billy fucked into her with a furious pace and a brutal grip, she cried out. The thrill of being wrecked buzzed along her nerves and made her writhe as the flames climbed higher inside her.
“Fuck, Billy… I’m gonna… I’m…” before she could finish her sentence, the flames exploded into an inferno consuming her. She shattered around him, and she was coming again, bucking and moaning, her cunt fluttering and constricting around his cock. The quiver of her tight, hot walls around him pulled him over the edge too. Before Billy could even utter a word, he was coming. He moaned and grunted as his orgasm swept through him, blazing and engulfing him.
His cock twitched and pulsed inside Kate, filling her with his cum. He continued to fuck her through the swells of bliss. The orgasms lapping at their bodies like the sea laps at the shore, gently ebbing out just as abruptly as it crashed in.
Once her cunt pulled all it could from him, and he gave all he could, he dropped her legs, and he collapsed over her. Their bodies glistened and breaths heaved in a symphony of sated elation. Billy slipped his softening cock from her, and he watched his cum dribble out of her. He always enjoyed watching his love leak from her pink petals. He sidled up next to her, pulling her close into the circle of his arms, their bodies flush against each other.
Kate brought her hands up to grip his forearms wrapped around her. She let out a contented sigh as she nestled into Billy, his head resting above hers, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“Fuckin’ hell, Katie,” he breathed. She giggled softly.
“I hate it when you call me that.”
“Nah, I think you love it, princess,” he said as he kissed her ear.
“I really kinda do,” she whispered. They were quiet for a few moments.
“I think you should read to me more often. What’chu think?”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, it was an… alluring experience,” he said, mirth evident in his voice. Kate turned in his arms to face him, devilry glinting in her eyes. Her hand came up to cup his face, her thumb fretting on his bearded cheek.
“Well, then, are you ready for another poem?”
“Always, love,” he said with an impish grin.