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Nathaniel pulled at the elastic, tugging the G-string down my legs until I was bare from the waist down, exposing my apex– wet and aching for him.
He took the panties as I stepped out of them and hung them on a nearby weight rack with a grin on his face.
Then he parted my thighs with his large palms and placed a kiss on my navel before his face disappeared between my legs.
First came his breath, his voice mumbling “perfect pussy,” then the soft drag of his longest finger from my belly button down to the small patch of silky curls, and finally the flat of his tongue against my center—oh, my God–the tip parting my folds, searching for my clit and swirling hot circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
He licked and gently sucked me, pressure mounting in my core, then pulled his lips away, and pushed a finger into my entrance.
A moan slipped from my throat. I laced my fingers through his hair, holding on for dear life. My back was arched, and I was panting, already on the edge, needing more.
Nathaniel knew it.
“So wet,” he said, inserting a second finger. “So soft,” he cooed, sliding his digits in and out of me. “So tight,” he murmured.
Then, the tip of his tongue returned to the pearl of my sex, and I could feel my orgasm just out of reach.
“Faster,” I blurted out, needing more friction. “More.”
Nathaniel groaned into me, flicking his tongue against my clit, curling his fingers forward and finding the tender spot inside that brought my body over the brink.
My walls clenched around his fingers, pulsing as my climax crashed over me, vision whiting out and mind blanking until the sensation was so intense I had to clamp my thighs shut, forcing Nathaniel to finally pull away.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he said looking up at me, awed, his lips glistening and pink from pleasuring me.
Floating down from the high, I released his thick brown hair from my tight grip and tugged gently at him to stand so I could kiss him again. Tasting myself on his lips was a revelation–spicy and sweet, mixed with Nathaniel’s intoxicating flavor.
His fingers fumbled for the hem of my dress, and I lifted my arms so he could pull it over my head.
I was naked now, wearing only my strappy black stilettos. Nathaniel stepped back, his hungry eyes raking up and down my form, broad chest heaving as he feasted on me with his gaze.
Leaning down, he swun2g an arm underneath my knees, another around my shoulders, and picked me up again, cradling me against his chest with my legs dangling over his forearm. I began tugging at his black shirt, wanting to get him as naked as I was. He carried me over to a weight bench and set me down gently next to it, then set about peeling off his shirt as my fingers flew to the top button of his jeans.
I carefully unzipped him. He grunted as I palmed at his thick, rigid cock beneath his briefs, and I had the sudden urge to make him feel just as good as he had made me feel. So, pulling his jeans down to his ankles, I knelt down on the soft foam exercise mats. He let out a soft gasp when he saw me drop to my knees.
I moved to take off my stilettos.
“Don’t,” he said quietly. “Keep them on? For me?”
I smiled, surprised yet happy to give him what he desired. Pulling down his briefs, I reached for his hard length, eliciting a grunt from him.
“You don’t have to–”
“I want to,” I said, sincere and eager. I had tried this before, fooling around with a college boyfriend, but I had never wanted to do it as much as I did now. The idea of having Nathaniel between my lips, the thought of making him fall apart made my mouth water and my pussy wet all over again.
His breathing was heavy as I brought my lips to his cock and leaned down to lick a stripe up from the base.
He hissed, hands immediately coming to either side of my head, holding gently but fingertips full of tension against my scalp. I placed a kiss on the tip, sucking gently at the bead of fluid leaking out.
Gazing up at him, I found him transfixed, heavy-lidded, murmuring praise as I swirled my tongue around his cockhead and brought a hand around his shaft, pumping slowly.
“Is this good?” I asked.
“So good, baby. Perfect, Amelia, you’re–” His sentence was cut short when I took him into my mouth.
His lips formed the word “fuck,” but no sound came out.
I bobbed up and down on his cock as far as I could, unable to fit the length of him inside my mouth. All I could hear were sounds of pleasure–stiff grunts, stifled groans–and his voice had me so turned on, I needed to touch myself.
