“What else can I do to you?”
Dirty thoughts infiltrate my mind as I stare through the mirror, admiring how goodwelook together.
“What?” He hums, between peppering gentle kisses onto my shoulder and down the top of my arm.
“Nothing.”
His tongue clicks. “That look on your face isn’t nothing.”
“Are you fishing for a compliment?”
“No. I just want to know what’s on your mind.”
I sigh. “I think you’re handsome. There.”
“You really think I’m handsome?” His tone shifts, and within seconds his demeanor matches it. Before I know it, he switches position. No longer kneeling and towering behind me, he lies on the floor to my side.
Speechless, I nod.
“Then make use of me, and come sit on it,” he instructs, pointing to his face.
An inferno of desire blazes throughout my entire body as I crawl on top of him. Out of habit I reach for his belt buckle.
Gently, he swats my hand away. “I thought you wanted to be savored.”
“I do, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get a taste of you...”
His hands latch onto my hips pulling me up with ease, aligning the apex of my thighs to his mouth.
“You didn’t let me finish!” I squeal.
“Don’t worry,you will.”
“So then let me.” I gesture my head in the direction of his groin as my hand falls overtop his pants. His length hardens beneath my touch instantly. And just as I’ve tightened my grip around his bulge, he throws me off balance, bending his knees just enough that I’m sliding forward even more, falling onto his face. Palms anchor me in place at the same time he makes contact with my center.
With expert precision he casts my panties to the side with his tongue, enough that he has space to explore where I’m now throbbing with need.
A groan of approval sounds from him, vibrating through my core as I slowly grind my pussy on his face. Working with every swipe of his tongue, my hips sway forward and back, matching his tempo.
Lost in shared whimpers, and becoming increasingly turned on by the sound of being fucked by his tongue, it doesn’t take long for me to come. Not when he’s sucking in my clit piercing with such gentle pressure and precision, just how I like.
Riding the wave of my orgasm, I unintentionally lift my hips up, assuming he needs a breather.
But apparently, that’s not the case.
While his grip remains firm on my hips, his tongue stays in place with a much slower tempo, dragging itself back and forth, as if he’s taking every drop, savoring me as he promised.
Just as the euphoria of release fades, his voice emerges.
“Fuck,” he drawls. “You taste so good. Think you have another in you?”
I nod my head, unable to take my eyes off the view I have of him between my legs, tongue still lapping at my swollen center.
“Good,” he hums, lips pressing a soft kiss at my clit. “I want you to give me as many orgasms as you have in you.”
Words once again escape me. I want nothing more than to come - repeatedly - on him, but as I lower down, and my hands grip onto him, I can feel the tension brewing under his pants from how turned on he is.
I lift up, flipping myself around to straddle him. This time facing his growing bulge.
