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I want him kissing me, touching me. I really do.
But Mom… Suze.
Ah, who am I kidding? This is way better and I’ll deal with the fallout later.
I gasp Michael’s name, figuring I should probably tell him just a little more about me before we go much further.
He only grunts and growls in reply.
I noticed the difference in him at dinner.
He wasn’t just eating with his mouth.
I think he ate more of me with his eyes than anything else. And now...
He really is going to eat me.
Oh dear lord.
I curse with another gasp as I feel his big hand sliding up my skirt, finding the wetness of my slick hole instantly.
With a loud thud, Michael drops to his knees, still almost as tall as I am. Pulling and then finally lifting my skirt, he wastes no time in putting his face right between my trembling thighs.
My hands grip onto his thick hair. The slightest hint of some gray at his temples underneath, I notice.
A real man. A mature man.
A man who knows how to use his hands and mouth.
Jesus!
In a second I’ve hooked a leg over one of his shoulders and he takes the weight of the other.
Holding me up with one hand supporting me as if I weigh nothing.
I buck harder against him and feeling his smooth but firm jaw against the softness of my body sees me gripping him harder.
Grinding my wet pussy into his mouth as his free hand yanks my panties to one side, making us both moan like wounded animals.
But this aching wound between my thighs isn’t a bad thing. And Michael’s definitely the cure.
He’s as greedy for my already twitching sex as I am for him to take all of me in his mouth, but when one of his thick fingers finds its way inside me, I know I’m lost.
The sensation is enough to make me hear myself swear again, louder this time.
Michael’s own satisfied moans and grunts of pleasure tell me he likes it when I swear.
Likes it when I’m vocal for him. Letting him know just how much he’s doing for me.
“You’ll come in my mouth,” he says firmly, only taking his lips off me long enough to get the gruff command out.
I open my mouth, trying to make words but only an increasing, whimpering rasp escapes me.
Trying to tell him…
Have to tell…
A sudden jolt of pure pleasure floods me, making me forget all about words and about telling him anything right now.
I can’t. Even though I want to.
It’s like a fuse was lit the moment he grabbed hold of me, and the longer his strong hands grip me and his masterful tongue probes my steaming hole and swollen clit, the closer I know I am to what he wants.
What we both want.
I feel my eyes rolling back in my head and my hands wander from Michael’s hair down to his face, trying to reach his shoulders before they claw at the air, helpless with my impending release.
I want it to last, lost in every tiny detail of the sensation, but I also want to see just how far this can go.
Am I really gonna...
Ooooh. I know I am.
“M-Michael,” I wheeze, holding his hair again and gripping one of his ears.
Trying to let him know just how close I am.
Has it been a few minutes, an hour?
All I know is I could stay like this all day, and Michael’s low growls of satisfaction, along with his fingers opening me wider while his tongue goes deeper, lets me know he’s well aware of just how close I am.
A man who can read my own needs as well as his own, as if he knows just where to touch me, how hard or soft, and for how long.
I try to tell him one last time. Or do I just call out his name as I feel my whole body give into the unstoppable force of my own climax?
His grip is so tight on me, but I know I need it. He’s the only thing holding me up once I start to feel my legs completely give out.
My body stiffens as wave after wave of my climax washes over me.
Washes over us both as I feel the heat of my essence flowing into his eager mouth.
He makes deep, powerful sounds that tell me I’ve done well as he greedily feeds on me. Only slowing once my orgasm begins to subside.
The aftershocks are plentiful, and Michael keeps me well supported before we both collapse.
He slowly eases me onto the wide seat of his railcar suite, keeping my legs apart so he can kneel between them.
He kisses me deeply, tenderly.
The warmth and headiness of my climax is still on his lips, and I know he’s showing me just how good he thinks I taste by sharing it with me.
