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y and began to caress my already hard length.
“Laurel,” I managed, my voice somewhat strangled. “Slow down.”
Laurel pulled back and looked up at me, but kept her hand where it was, and continued to stroke.
I tried to keep my wits about me, even as I leaned into her hand.
“How about a drink?” I asked, resisting the urge to take her right there on the floor.
“Okay,” Laurel agreed, removing her hand and walking over to the table to pour us each a glass.
I closed my eyes and counted to ten, bringing forth images of my cousins and me puking our guts out in tandem, after we’d snuck out and finished a bottle of Jack when we were fifteen. When I felt like I’d at least be able to walk without discomfort, I opened my eyes and joined Laurel.
Lifting my glass, I raised it to Laurel.
“To the continuation of a great night.”
Laurel smiled prettily and added, “To us.”
We both took a sip, and, feeling more in control, I put my glass down, then reached out to caress Laurel’s cheek before moving my hand into her hair and tightening my grip slightly.
“Oh,” Laurel gasped, her eyes drooping and her mouth forming an “o” at the sensation of having her hair tugged.
I enjoyed that moment briefly, then stepped into her and lowered my head.
I brushed her lips once, twice, then nibbled on her full bottom lip until she opened for me on a moan, and swept inside. Her glass hit the table with a clang, then her hand was at my neck, in my hair, and she was urging me even closer.
I walked her backwards until we were at the bed. My hands roamed as I kissed her lips, her jawline, and her throat, learning her body with every stroke. When I reached the waistband of her slacks, finding the smooth, satiny expanse of her stomach, I dipped my fingers inside and enjoyed the shudder my touch evoked.
As my mouth moved back to swallow her little moans, I undid the clasp, then the zipper, and eased her slacks over her hips and down her legs. Once she stepped out of them, I urged her to sit on the edge of the bed, sorry to lose her mouth but excited about what I’d be kissing next.
Kneeling in front of her, I opened her legs and settled myself between them, my eyes on hers as I ran my palms over her calves, up her thighs, and caressed her through her floral, cotton panties.
Her lids drooped and her head tipped back as I ran my knuckles over the sweet cotton, then she emitted a long, low moan when I slid two fingers beneath the elastic and felt the velvety softness of her slick pussy.
“Dillon,” Laurel whispered, and my name on her lips, coupled with her heat beneath my hand, cause my dick to jump against my zipper.
Needing to taste her, I lowered my head and kissed her through her panties, as I slid first one, then the other finger inside.
She laid back on her elbows, causing her breasts to thrust out against her sheer blouse, and I found myself looking forward to the moment when I’d have Laurel completely naked and beneath me.
But first … I pulled the cotton away, baring her pussy to me, before nuzzling her clit with my nose and licking her swollen lips. My fingers fucked her as I reveled in her taste.
As I pumped in and out, curving my fingers until I found the swollen nub inside, I tongued her clit rapidly, not stopping until I heard her breath deepen and little pants begin to escape her lips.
“Oh my God, don’t stop,” was what I heard as I pulled her clit between my lips and sucked, my tongue still flicking and my fingers moving, as Laurel exploded beneath me.
I stroked her until she jerked against me, her hand coming to my hair and tugging slightly as she let me know she was done, and sensitive to the touch.
I pulled my fingers out, put her panties back in place, then kissed her pussy softly, causing her to twitch once more, before standing up and looking down at the gorgeous woman now laying fully back on the bed.
Her hair was fanned out, her cheeks were flushed, and there was a small smile playing on her lips. Then she opened her eyes and gazed up at me, and licked those lips as she caught my eyes.
I watched Laurel sit up, unbuttoning her blouse slowly, then taking it, and the tank top beneath off, leaving her clad only in her floral bra and panties. When she was sitting up fully, she reached her hand out and grabbed me by the waistband, tugging softly, before saying, “Your turn.”
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