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Mickey knelt back down on the bed then he was lowering himself onto the bed and over me, kissing up my frame as he went. For a moment, I thought that he would just enter me, and I felt a sliver of nerves, but then his hands wound under my hips as he sat up.
“What are you-”
But the words died on my lips as he suddenly yanked me upwards, hips clearing right off the mattress, and his mouth found my center.
Oh.
Oh!
His tongue licked a long strike up me, laving my slickness along all of me. He avoided my clit at first, focusing instead on kissing and sucking at all of my lower lips. We’d only been together three times, and yet he knew my body so well, building me up before getting to the real stuff.
I moaned without restraint, so loud that I was sure that the neighbors could hear down the road, but I didn’t care. I was utterly lost with the sensations running through me and it should have been illegal to feel so good.
He pulled me up higher, positioning my legs over his shoulders and practically bending me in half as he knelt. I’d never met someone who gave oral with such skill and enthusiasm, and all of my thoughts began to slur together.
“Oh my God, Mickey. Please,” I begged, not entirely sure what I was asking for. My hands longed to bury themselves in his hair, to press his mouth into me so I could rut recklessly into his mouth, but his head was freshly buzzed, leaving only the slightest bit of length to brush against my palms.
He pulled away slightly, nuzzling at my thigh before his teeth sank in. I gasped and jerked in his hold, but he held me fast.
“Let go. I want to hear you come.” His voice was doing things for me and I heard myself mewl.
“I need you in me.”
“Not yet. I have you here right where I want you, and you’re going to fall apart. And then I’ll make you fall apart again, and then again. Only then, when you’re sure that there’s no more pleasure inside of you, will I fill you up and show you just what I can make your body do.
“Oh fuck!” I whispered, but then his mouth was over me again and he finally applied suction to that sensitive bundle of nerves at my apex.
He worked it over, making pleasure build in my abdomen quickly. Just when it was bordering on too much, he moved his mouth back to my opening, tongue sliding inside of me as one of his hands released my hips so that his thumb could rub frantic circles over my clit.
“Ah, ah, ah! Mickey! I’m gonna! I’m-”
I couldn’t even get the words out. Instead, a keening cry burst from my lips as every muscle in my body tensed. Mickey groaned, lapping everything up as I tumbled into my own orgasm.
It was wave after wave of pure pleasure, and I could hardly breathe during it. When I finally came back down, I was panting hard and slack against the mattress, so thoroughly debauched that nothing else really mattered.
“There’s my good girl,” he said, gently setting me back down on the mattress. His hands were all over me again, stroking me. It wasn’t strictly sexual, but more assuring. Comforting. It helped me settle with the aftermath of a climax that hard.
But my eyes flicked to his manhood, still standing tall and weeping for me. “Your turn?” I asked hopefully.
He shook his head. “Do you need any water?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“Good.”
He laid beside me and rolled me to face him, drawing me up into tender, loving kisses. They were so sweet, so kind, that it was easy to sink into that same relaxed sort of syrupiness that he brought out of me.
The more he kissed me, the more he stroked my sides and whispered little praises, the more I felt myself pick back up. It didn’t take long until I was subtly writhing against him, trying to entice him into taking me like I knew he wanted to.
“Recovered already?” he asked, chuckling.
I nodded into his chest, and he surprised me by rolling onto his back, dragging me half on top of him.
“In that case, up.”
I followed the command, posting myself on his knees, straddling his chest and looking down at him like I panted. It felt like all of my body was clamoring for him. Demanding to be filled and pounded into.
I gave him a curious, expectant sort of expression, but he just smirked at me.
“I said, up.”
I didn’t understand. Did he want me to stand on the mattress? That seemed weird. But then he was pointing to his mouth and I understood what he meant.
“I… I can’t,” I breathed, a bit shocked.
“Yes, you can.” His hands found each of my ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly and making me yelp.
