Take me already

I love when Bernard fucks me into a wall. Usually the wall is not in a theme park bathroom, but beggars can’t be choosers.

His lips are on my neck immediately. I tangle my fingers into his hair and pull back so he can see my face when I warn him, “Bern, NO HICKEYS. I don’t have more foundation with me, and Katelyn’s mom is out there right now.”

He groans in protest, “Compromise: I’ll only mark you under your clothes.” He has already reattached himself to my skin by the time I nod my head. He’s moving his ministrations down my body. “How much time do we have?”

“Not a lot – Alex and Katelyn will probably be through the line in the next ten minutes.” I’ve got my hands in his hair still, and I’m pushing his head down towards where I really want him. He takes the hint and he’s on his knees within seconds.

He smirks against my abdomen, “Challenge accepted.” As he’s unbuttoning my shorts, he bites down on my hip bone, and I know there’s going to be a mark there. One of the buttons is stuck in the hole, and I can feel his frustrated huffs of air against my skin. “Why the fuck are there so many buttons on these things?”

I laugh as I pull a hand out of his hair and help unfasten it – they’re new shorts, so the kinks are still being worked out. “Bernard, there are only three buttons.” After the last button is freed, he gives a victorious sigh. He dips a finger in between my folds, “Fuck, Princess, you really are soaking wet.”

If my eyes were open, I would have rolled them… “Like you’re surprised… Oh, and sorry I lied about the underwear thing.”

He laughs against my skin while trailing his tongue in a line from my Berny button toward my pussy. He pulls my shorts and panties down my legs, careful to let me step out of them without losing my flip-flops (there’s no fucking way I’m touching a public bathroom floor with my bare feet). With a shit-eating grin, he puts my panties in my hand, “That’s good – you’ll need something to gag yourself with.”

I moan a little too loudly, and I can actually feel myself get wetter at that statement.

“See what I mean?” I look down at him and he’s got a smirk on his face that makes my heart skip a beat. “I haven’t even started fucking you yet and you can’t keep it down.” He smiles, “So put those in your mouth, now.” He gives me his “Dom” look and I know it’s time to fall into line.

“Yes sir.” I stuff them into my mouth, and I was not kidding when I said I was wet… Being able to taste myself while he’s about to taste me is quickly becoming a new turn-on. He wrenches my legs apart and throws my knee over his shoulder, opening me up and exposing me fully to him. I feel his breath on my cunt just briefly before he licks a firm line along my slit, then impales me with his long tongue, writhing it around inside of me just how I like it. I’m thankful for the gag, since I’m already moaning. I can hear him making obscene slurping sounds down there, knowing it turns me on to hear how wet I am. I have one hand still in his hair, and one absentmindedly grabbing my at own shoulder.

Bernard has angled his head back so I am practically sitting on his mouth while his tongue is deep inside of me. The positioning can’t be comfortable, but he doesn’t seem to care. I’ve asked him why he does it, and he says it’s so he can see my face while I come all over his. Fuck if that statement didn’t make me want to fuck him all over again…

He extricates my hand from his hair and places it on my breast. He grunts while looking at my breasts, not wanting to take his tongue out of me to speak his orders. When he does this, he wants me to vocalize his orders, demanding that I read his mind. I’ve gotten good at that. It’s sometimes difficult to formulate complete sentences when I’m blissed out, but he always makes it worth the effort…

I use one hand to pull my makeshift gag from my mouth. “Do you want me to grab my tits, Sir?”He nods his head, which makes his nose bump against my clit (bonus). I comply, thankful I chose to wear a halter top in this summer heat. He takes my panties from my hands for now, since my hands will be otherwise occupied, and I still need to use my mouth. I untie the top, but before I can peel it off my chest, Bernard’s hand grips the hem, and he yanks it down. He has a satisfied glimmer in his eye when my breasts bounce free of their confines. When he groans, I can feel the vibrations against my cunt.   I grip as much of the flesh as possible between my hands and squeeze. My hands aren’t as big as Bernard’s so I can’t do the thing where he cups them fully, but I make a valiant effort. He nods in approval (fuck, yes that feels good).

Bernard’s tongue is still writhing around inside of my cunt, and it’s fucking glorious. He grunts and furrows his brows. “Squeeze them together, sir?” He nods again, and as I push my tits together, he grinds his nose while making a growling sound, bestowing additional vibrations against my clit, and I’m about to fall apart. He pauses the noises and gets my attention again with a quick hum. He narrows his eyes, still looking at my tits. “Play with my nipples, sir?” Another nod to bump my clit (It obviously pays off to read his cues with accuracy – and with rewards like this, I learned very quickly). I lick my fingers and bring them back to tweak my nipples. Each pinch sends a sensation straight to my clit, and I’m thinking I might need that gag back soon. He gives me a look, and I know he wants me to blow on them, so I purse my lips dramatically (he loves it) and gently blow while giving him my best ‘fuck me’ eyes. I see him shift a little, so I know he’s getting painfully hard. If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll let me come soon so he can fuck me and take care of his situation. “Please can I come, sir?” His eyes smile for him while he nods, and I feel my heart start to race.

He hands me back the panties, and I know things are about to get explosive. As I’m stuffing them back in my mouth, tasting myself again, he spirals his tongue out of my cunt and closes his lips over my clit. He thrusts two fingers into me to replace his tongue while he sucks my clit into his mouth and I nearly scream against my improvised gag as my orgasm tears through me. He maintains suction while he growls, knowing that I feel the vibrations all the way into my fingertips. He eventually releases my throbbing clit but keeps his fingers inside me, thrusting deliciously.

Bernard stands back up as he plants bruising kisses and bites all the way up my torso, while his fingers are still skillfully fucking me. When he reaches my neck, he sings my praises, “You’re a good girl… Such a good, girl.” I can’t hold back my appreciative moans. Yeah, the gag was a really good idea…