Her hand comes around me again, and my dick springs up more, if that is even possible. And then holy shit, she sinks her mouth on my tip.
I black out once her mouth is around me, and I’m barely surviving as she rolls her tongue along my slit, her free hand now cupping my balls.
Needless to say, I don’t last long. It’s been months since something other than my own hand touched my dick.
“I’m—shooting,” I try to warn her only a short time later, but she doesn’t remove her mouth. When I let go, unable to hold it longer, she takes every drop.
Christ.
Usually, I bounce back pretty fast, but it takes me a solid couple of minutes to find my voice. I lie there, breathing deeply as she rests her head against my hip.
Finally, I feel recovered, but man, did I really get this knocked out after only a few minutes of her mouth? “I’m sorry, that was not a strong performance.”
“Don’t worry about that. I’m a sure thing.” Her tone is teasing, thank fuck. Familiar territory.
“Come up here. On my face.”
Glancing up at me with a smile, she doesn’t hesitate. She straddles my body between her knees, moving up to hover over my head.
And suddenly, I have a front row view of that beautiful pussy. Damn, I’m ready for this to happen, and so is she apparently.
“Time to make good on the bet, Avie. Grab the headboard, sit yourself right down, and give me a chance to taste what I won. ”
She gasps at my direct words, but complies in an instant. Grasping her hips at the same time, I position myself so my tongue can reach her in the right spot—and yeah, she tastes incredible.
I’ve only done this a few times, so I start slow, exploring her with my tongue and lips, and she follows that pace, moving against me. A few moments later, her hands settle on the wood frame of the bed, and her rocking takes on a more confident cadence.
Her soft warmth snug against my lips now, I let her set the rhythm, serving her as her body demands. My tongue presses against her clit, and I start flicking it with each pass, her soft cries a reward.
“Please don’t stop…” Her voice fades at the end.
“Hmmm hmmm,” I acknowledge.
Little noises of pleasure are all I get until she starts to shudder, and I try to hold myself steady against her so she can control the amount of friction she wants.
“For the love…” she says, gasping as she goes over the top.
I feel her dripping on me, and I lap it all up. I’m not even sure whether we’ll do this again, so I want to enjoy every last part.
As she comes down from her orgasm, she adjusts so she’s resting on my chest, and then drifts over to lie next to me.
We’re still touching along our bodies, her arm draped over my abs.
A few minutes of silence go by.
“Thank you,” she says eventually, her hand starting to play along my skin.
“Thank the bowling alley for that strike.”
My voice is raspy, but the line still lands and she giggles quietly. “Definitely not giving credit to either of our bowling talents.”
“We don’t need those type of skills, luckily.”
She lets out a few more giggles then yawns.
“You want to sleep here?”
“Is that okay?”
