Baumgartner generations: Janie

“Mmmmm!” He spread me wide with his fingers, digging in, his mouth already busy.

“How do you like that?” I teased, rocking my hips back, making him stretch his tongue out for it.

“I love it.” He clasped my ass and pulled me toward him. “Like butter. Sweet as honey. All I need now are some pancakes.” He made me moan softly as he explored me with his tongue and fingers, parting my lips and paying special attention to my little clit. He almost had me distracted enough not to care when he stopped to add, “And maybe a venison steak or two.”

“You’re so bad.” I laughed.

“And you taste sooo good,” he said, delving back in.

I groaned, rocking, spreading my thighs wider. “Keep eating.”

“Oh I intend to.”

“That means you need to stop talking.” I grabbed the back of his head, shoving his face against my crotch, and he groaned, burying it there, sucking and licking and

growling like a hungry dog. It wasn’t long before I was flooding his face with my cum, riding my clit against the ridge of his chin as I quivered above him.

He was gasping for breath when I eased my way down to straddle his hips. He grabbed me and kissed me, hard. “Now that I made it all wet, you have to let me fuck it,” he panted.

“You want to feel what you did?” I grabbed his cock-oh god, so hard-and putting it quickly inside of me.

“Oh that’s nice,” he breathed as I began to rock.

“Just nice?”

His eyes were closed. “Shh, I’m concentrating.”

“On what?”

“On not coming inside you right now like a teenage boy.”

“Oh that would just be awful,” I teased, rolling my hips. “Especially since I could come at least three or four more times just doing this.”

“Diabolical, I tell you.” He opened his eyes, his expression pained.

I grabbed his wrists, pinning them over his head as I fucked him, catching an easy rhythm. “I’ve got you now.”

“Oh what shall I do?” He grinned.

“Lay there and take it.”

He nodded, closing his eyes. “That’s a brilliant idea.” I leaned in to whisper in his ear, “And don’t come.”

“Right,” he panted.

“Whatever you do…” I murmured, my pussy clenching him. I made it as tight as I could and then released, doing that again and again, punctuating each of my words with a hot, wet squeeze. “Don’t shoot a hot…wet…sticky load of cum…deep into my cunt…”

“Fuck,” he cried, his eyes flying open wide.

“I said no.” I pressed his wrists to the bed, still riding him for all I was worth.

“Don’t do it, Josh.”

“I heard you,” he gasped. “But my cock doesn’t have ears.” I sat up then, reaching behind me to cup his balls in my hand. “Oooo there’s so much cum in there.” I rolled them around, making him clench his teeth. “Just waiting.” He started making that noise, the one at the back of his throat, that I knew meant he was close. Really close.

“Nooo, Josh, don’t you fucking do it,” I demanded, slowing, but just a little. I squeezed his ball sack gently, making his hips buck. “Ooooo, baby, all that hot come in there for me.” He nodded, watching me through dazed eyes. “Tell me, it’s all for me.”

“It’s all for you,” he croaked, crying out when I reached out and squeezed both of his nipples-hard.

“Give it to me,” I panted, slamming my hips against his, our bodies slapping together furiously.

“Now?” He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me close and driving his hips up, burying his cock deep.

“Now!” I insisted, biting his earlobe, and he did just as I asked, giving me every bit of his cum in long, shuddering waves, his hips rising so far up off the bed I felt like I was riding a bucking bronco.

I snuggled beside him and let him pull the covers back up over us. “The deer really was amazing…” I whispered. “Just beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful. And amazing.” His eyes were closed, but he was smiling. “And really, really good eats.”

“She had a baby,” I told him. “A sweet little fawn.”

“You know.” He cleared his throat. “They say veal is a delicacy, but baby deer-” I slapped my hand over his mouth, feeling his chest shaking with laughter. “Go to sleep, you evil man.”

“I-muff-uu.”

I took my hand away from his mouth, sitting up on my elbow to look at him. “What did you say?”

“I love you,” he repeated, his eyes soft.

I blinked. “That’s what I thought you said.”

“But can you name that tune in three notes?” He grinned.

“The Wedding March?”I quipped.

“Yikes!” He slapped his forehead.”Let the old marriage burn out before we start talking about phoenixes rising from the ashes, shall we?”

“Scared ya,” I teased, tucking my head under his chin.

“No.” He traced his fingers over my lower back, as if he could see my tattoo in the dimness. “I don’t think there’s anything you could say now that would run me off.” I didn’t say anything, but part of me wasn’t so sure about that. “Do you really love me?”

“Beyond words.”

“I love you, too.”

He held me close, breathing me in. “It’s about time."

* * * *

“Josh, quit eating all the chocolate,” I complained, snatching another Hershey’s from his hand. My favorite part of the whole vacation so far had been making s’mores around the fire. That, and the sex with Josh. They practically tied.