She smiled down at me with a natural, easy smile, a woman utterly comfortable with herself and her position. I wondered again how many men had opened their door to her and, like me, found themselves worshipping her without really understanding how they got there. Perhaps one day I would find out. I felt sure she kept a record.
"Sweetie, I only have 10 minutes before I need to get to my next delivery. Do you think you can make me cum before that?"
And with that, she took her hand from my hair, rested it on her belly and took her leg off my back. Both feet on the floor, legs spread wide, the dark hair surrounding her beautiful exposed pussy wet with my saliva and her own excitement. No more force or cajoling, she sat in pure expectation. Nothing to force me closer to her now. No touch or pressure.
Just my own desire.
I pushed my head forward, surprised at the force of my lust for her. My tongue forcing against her hair and her skin, desperate for her clit. Finding it, feeling the taught swollen skin pushing back on the underside of my tongue, and swirling all over it. Pushing down hard on her clit, alternating between sucking hard and lapping hungrily I became utterly consumed by her. Tasting and smelling nothing but her. Focussed on nothing but her pleasure, intently alive to the shifts of her weight, her moans, when she wanted more pressure and when she wanted a change.
My hands on her hips now, pulling her closer to my face, tighter, making it impossible to breathe. Choosing her orgasm over oxygen. I felt her legs start to clench, her hips start to buck against me, both of us moaning, completely lost in her orgasm. Wanting nothing else. So grateful to have made her cum. Pure euphoria.
"Well. That was quick. You are a good boy. Maybe I should let you have a little reward." |
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