"Lisa, I could cut glass with this thing." I felt a bead of sweat trickle down the side of my face. She crossed her arms, gave me a sexy smirk, and raised an eyebrow.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” I shook my head quickly.
“Then. No. Touching.”
I groaned, released myself, laced my fingers together, and put them behind my head. "You're gonna pay for this later."
“I hope so.” She grinned. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?
Lisa continued to peel herself out of her clothes in time with the music until she was only wearing her bra and panties. They definitely weren't the gray cotton ones she was wearing earlier. They were a dark purple matching set, made mostly of sheer lace. She sauntered over to me, turned her back, placed both her hands on the armrest, and lowered herself onto my lap, grazing my dick with her lace-covered ass.
My restraint snapped, and I wrapped one arm around her waist and one around her chest, slipping my fingers under the lace of her bra to find her nipple. My grip tightened, molding her onto my torso, and I pressed my lips to her shoulder. My hips jerked, pressing my erection onto her lace-clad bottom.
“I thought I told you no touching.” She moaned when I slipped two fingers under the elastic of her panties.
“You knew this was going to happen.” I ran my tongue across her shoulder blade.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She stood and turned to face me. She kissed my lips and began to trail kisses down my body.
“The matching sexy underwear…”
“I told you I was taking a shower. Of course, I changed my underwear. Are they sexy?” She was on her knees between my thighs, tugging my pants down.
“They are.” I laced my fingers behind my head again, not wanting to risk doing anything to make her stop. “And you shaved.”
She paused and looked up at me through her lashes, grinning. “Okay. Imighthave suspected something like this would happen.” She shrugged and wrapped her hand around my shaft, moving it up and down in slow strokes. I groaned and leaned back. A memory flashed in my mind. Something Lisa told me about her ex-husband when she was cleaning the blood off of my face. I cradled her cheek in my palm.
“You know you don’t have to do this.”
"Of course, I know that." She smiled at me. "That's why I want to." She stroked me again, making me shudder. "Now, shhh. Relax and don't knee me in the face."
My chuckle was cut off by a long slow groan that escaped my lips as Lisa took me into her mouth. She went easy at first with small tentative licks and kisses before taking me deeper and deeper until she was gagging. She tightened her grip on the part of my cock she couldn't reach with her mouth and stroked, using her saliva as lubricant. I was desperate to tangle my fingers in her long dark hair, but I fisted handfuls of my own instead. My hips pumped upward in rhythm with her bobbing.
I made the fatal mistake of looking down at her. My cock was disappearing and reappearing as Lisa sucked me to oblivion, with one hand squeezing and stroking me. My breath caught in my chest when I saw what she was doing with her other hand. Lisa had slipped it into the waistband of her panties and was moving it up and down while sucking my cock. She was getting herself off while getting me off and I didn't even have time to warn her before my balls tightened and I shot my load into her mouth, calling her name through gritted teeth.
“Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” I panted. “Oh. Fuck. Oh my God.”
Lisa swallowed, stood, and turned toward the bathroom. My hand clasped her wrist and pulled her into my lap.
"Where do you think you're going?"
“To rinse out my mouth.”
"Oh," I said, not doing a great job of hiding my disappointment. My grip slackened. Lisa raised an eyebrow and bit her lip.
“Don’t you want me to rinse out my mouth before you kiss me?”
"No." I suspected I knew where Lisa would get this idea, but I didn't say it out loud. My feelings about her ex vacillated between being grateful that he was too stupid to hold on to her and pissed that she had to put up with someone like him for so long in the first place. I took the hand that she was using to please herself, found her two middle fingers and sucked them into my mouth. The taste was sweet, tart, and familiar. Lisa eyed me with curiosity, and a small smile haunted her lips. "Kiss me."
She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressed our lips together. My tongue slid across the seam of her mouth, begging for entrance. Her lips parted slowly and I could sense her hesitation, so I waited, letting her take the lead. She edged her body closer to mine, tightened her grip on my neck and began to kiss me with more intensity than she ever had before. After a few moments, she broke our kiss and leaned back, grinning at me.
“I’ve never come that hard before.” I squeezed my arms around her waist and planted a gentle kiss on her lips, which were now pink and swollen.
“From a blowjob?” she whispered, rubbing her button nose over mine.
“From anything. You’re incredible.”
