My pussy is already pulsing with need as I sink back down on the trunk. I spread my legs nice and slow to give him a good view.
Leaving my left hand to toy with my breasts, I slide the right one down my sensitized skin until I reach my core. The exhibition has already gotten me so wet. Perfect. His moan is muffled by the barrier of fabric as I dip one finger into my heated channel. I use my own juice as lube to rub my clit in slow steady circles. My eyes are begging to flutter shut, but I fight the urge. Seeing his gaze locked on my circling finger is half the turn on.
The tingle of need builds as I alternate between rubbing my clit and sliding one, then two digits inside. The pressure builds and builds, so I pull away before it tips over the edge.
I lean forward, pulling the panties out of his mouth.
“Want a taste?” I ask him.
He eagerly nods. He’s a quick learner, but this time I want to hear him say the words. I want to find out what that mouth is capable of in more ways than one.
“You can talk to me now. Tell me what you want.”
He hesitates for only a moment. “I want to taste you.”
“You already did.” I nod at the discarded bundle of red fabric.
“Yes, but I want to taste you there. I want to lick your sweet pussy like I’ve been dreaming about for weeks.”
“I want that too. I want to grind myself on your face until I come. If you do your job well enough then maybe I’ll let you inside.”
“Oh, god, yes,” he says.
“Okay then, come closer. Are you okay? The rope’s not too tight?”
He shakes his head as he shuffles closer. “No, it’s fine, but I really want to touch you.”
“Well then, you’d better earn it.”
His head dips down between my thighs, but then he looks up at me, asking for permission.
“You can go ahead. Be a good boy and lick me until I come all over your face. I want to see you glistening with my juice.”
This time I do shut my eyes, leaning my head back to just experience this first touch. His breath brushes my already heated center, coming closer and closer until his tongue makes contact. I gasp, arching my hips into him. His licks are soft, tentative at first.
“You can do better than that. Pretend I’m the most delicious ice cream you’ve tasted in your life, and make sure you don’t miss a single taste.”
His strokes get more confident as he goes, licking from my hole to my clit. I squirm under the intense sensations,sweat beading on my forehead, but I rein it back a bit, needing to maintain control of the situation.
“Now suck on me. Suck on my clit.”
My hand flies up to try to stifle the shout when he eagerly obeys. Something about doing this in the barn where anyone could walk in and hear us is ramping up the heat.
“Holy shit. Holy shit. Quint. Fuck.”
I grab the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, and pull him in even closer while he alternates sucking my clit and circling it with his tongue.
My hips buck up against him as my heart pounds in my ears. The heat builds and builds until I can’t take it anymore. Gasping, grinding, yanking on his hair, I tumble. Electricity shoots through me, lighting my nerves on fire.
He’s gasping and mumbling against me as the pressure builds.
“Quint,” I gasp his name as I come.
“Aura, Aura. I have to… I can’t…”
My fingers tighten their grip on his hair as shudders continue to ripple through me. He’s still buried in my pussy gasping as his entire body tenses and he cries out, voice muffled between my thighs.
Then he pulls away and my grip on his hair loosens to let him. He blinks up at me, breathing in shuddery gasps.
