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He led her to the bedroom and pulled her body to his. Their bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle, each curve fitting perfectly into the other. He stared into her eyes and lowered down. Their lips melted together, and Janice’s body seemed to dip as her knees weakened from Aaron’s kiss.
“Wow, is that the technique you wanted to show me?” She smiled, and her eyelids fluttered when he kissed her bare shoulder.
“No,” he mumbled as he kept kissing around her neck. “The lips I’m planning to kiss are lower on your body.”
Janice fell limp as her knees completely gave way. Aaron picked her up and placed her on the bed as if he were setting the table for his next meal.
She lay back, falling into the softness of the bedspread and ruffled sheets. The oversized shirt covered her skin, but the rush of excitement made her nipples erect under the fabric.
He stood at the end of the bed and brushed his fingers along the inner skin on her calves. A devious smile crossed his mouth, and there was a definite hunger in his eyes as he looked down at her.
Kneeling down at the foot of the bed, he tugged the fabric up her legs. His hands caressed her skin, tickling her and making her giggle. He leaned down and slowly began kissing her bared legs. Her moans were his guide to what he was doing and where to go next.
With each kiss, her legs spread farther apart. He rubbed and caressed the pale flesh of her thighs, each time applying a tender squeeze on the muscles. He never grew tired of this part of sex and hoped he never would. He breathed in deeply, the scent of her passion filling his lungs.
She lay spread open to his appreciative eyes. “Damn, you have a beautiful pussy.” He noticed her flinch slightly at his words.
He settled between her legs and put his hands under her ass to hold her. “There are many ways to eat a pussy. Every woman is different and each has different needs. I’ve learned that from experience and practice.” He paused. “There’s the fence painting technique.”
Janice squirmed with a puzzled look on her face as he slobbered and drooled all over her crotch and moved his head up and down like he was painting her pussy with his tongue. Saint Bernards wouldn’t drool and slobber as much as he did between her legs. She started to giggle at his wet and tickling touch.
“Sorry, I guess that’s another way to leave a wet spot.” He paused and took a deep breath. “Then there is the direct clit assault.”
Janice buckled as he found her clit with his tongue and began to suck and bite around the supersensitive flesh. She jerked wildly as he buried his face deeply into her.
With a growl he released her and smiled, his face covered in the shiny juices from within her. “I could show you the alphabet technique. That way I could write you a letter while eating you out.”
“That’s okay. I feel like I have a wet sponge between my legs.”
“Then there is something I learned a long time ago from an ancient civilization.” Aaron put his fingers over her eyes to close them and pressed her back onto the bed. He let his hands lightly touch her body as they traveled down. He brushed along her curves ever so gently.
“What do I…”
“Shhh, just relax and don’t open your eyes. Just feel what I’m doing to you. Only use your sense of touch.”
With a deep moan her eyes closed tightly and her hands gripped the blankets. Her back arched upward, her pelvis lifted toward Aaron’s mouth as he slowly licked along the opening of her hot pussy. Her spine bowed as if beckoning a touch to her breasts. He continued the slow, steady, deep movements against her engorged flesh.
Janice was rapidly approaching heaven.
It was satisfyingly rhythmic, the way he licked up then down, applying just enough pressure with his lips and tongue to cause the blood to rush between her legs. She felt her heart beating hard and the heat within her rise. His constant purring hum vibrated through her aching soul.
No man had ever taken this much time and care with her. It was either hurriedly done or not done at all because it was awkward and the guy didn’t really do anything for her. But this was blissful. Electric shocks of pleasure crackled up her spine through her body.
Her eyes felt as if they rolled back into her head as his mouth focused on her engorged clit. There was no haste, no rush, just a consistent pressure of his lips meshing with her labia. Her toes curled and her legs tightened, but she kept them spread wide to let him continue the extreme pleasure he was giving her.
His hand reached up, and he grasped her breast and massaged it. He wasn’t rough or forceful. His touch merely heightened the mind-numbing ecstasy she was getting as he kept licking deep and steadily between her thighs.
She began to pant and grasp at the blankets. Her moaning was short and harsh. “Oh fuck, oh, oh…”
Her body began to convulse and shake as the waves of ecstasy crashed over her. She rode them out, sighing as they abated and left her drained. “Oh my God. Where did you learn to do that?”
“It’s Persian.”
“I have a Persian rug in my living room.”
“No, my Persian cat.”
“Your what?”
