Kerovin-Sex

Devin slowly moved behind Kero and suddenly lifted her bridal style, her shriek ringing in his ears. He misjudged the distance to the bed and nearly fell, landing on top of Kero on the clean covers. He acted like this was planned, though, propping himself on his elbows and looking in Kero’s direction. “What shall we do now Kero? Shall I fuck you into the mattress?” She shivered, the vibrations doing wonderful things to his lower regions. But he stifled a groan and continued. “No, I don’t think so, not this time. We’ve got to have some…variety in our lives, don’t we?”



Her body was limp beneath his hands as he positioned her right where he wanted her, in the middle of the bed, legs spread, arms crossed over her head. “Now don’t move…” He whispered into her ear as he slowly pulled away and down.



She nodded and whispered “Yes” not wanting to disturb his work.



He trailed blind fingertips down her body, moving over plains and curves that were his alone, noticing that she had lost some weight in the last 2 months. That would not do, not at all. She carried his child now; she needed to gain weight so the baby, their baby, would be healthy. He made a mental note to cook her eggs the next morning, then returned to the task at hand.



He approached her opening, brushing, just lightly brushing with his fingertips. He retreated, brushing lightly over her thighs as he moved downwards, positioning his head over her lower stomach, over where there baby was growing. “Remember,” he said, his warm breath raising goosebumps over her still damp skin “don’t move.”



Then, testing, teasing his way down with a trail of kisses, lips rough against smooth skin, before burying his nose and inhaling her scent. His tongue darted out, collecting a few drops of her moisture, testing her readiness. He licked lightly against her clit, flicking and teasing, placing his hands on her thighs and pulling them further apart for better access, feeling her muscles tense under his palms at his ministrations.



She bucked against his touch, unable to take the sight of his head between her thighs, hair playing across her thighs, feeling his tongue pleasure her.



He stopped, and looked up, frowning. “I told you not to move. Do you want me to stop?”



She looked back at his blind grey eyes, barely able to think through the haze of pleasure. “Don’t stop,” she finally managed to gasp out, holding onto the headboard in her struggle to not move, to grab him and fuck him right there.



He grinned and returned to her clit, blowing lightly at her nub, before trailing his teeth along her entrance, licking and sucking deep as he tasted her juices, telling him she was prepared. One hand trailed down and he entered, his finger pleasuring her depths, his tongue making sure the outside wasn’t left out. A second finger, stretching her, setting a rhythm contrasting with the licks and blows of his tongue and talented mouth.



The pressure built, until he felt a shudder run through the body beneath him, felt the muscles contracting around his fingers. He drank in her juices as she climaxed, withdrawing his fingers when she finished and lay limp beneath him. He sat back, licking the remains from his fingers, feeling her eyes watch his tongue move hungrily, lapping up every drop.