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My ears start ringing and stars circle my vision like I’m in a damn cartoon.
“I don’t think I’ve experienced thirty different kinds, though I bet you used several of these on me the other night. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I can’t learn everything from a book. Maybe some things just need to be experienced to be understood.”
I don’t think. I’m past the ability to do so anyway. I haul her to me and crush her mouth to mine. I don’t know the number of this type of kiss, but it’s full of frustration. Hunger. I’m furious with her, with myself.
She clings to me when she should push me away. My hands roam her back until they’re under the hem of my shirt and I’ve got two handfuls of her luscious ass. I squeeze. “This is all a setup, isn’t it? You’re seducing me on purpose.”
She pulls her head back far enough to answer. “Of course I am.”
“Just wanted to be clear.”
We tumble onto the couch and all I know is the way she tastes, her scent, her soft skin. I haven’t had a make-out session on a couch in a really long time. I kiss her harder, my tongue dancing past her lips. Panting, I break the kiss and rest my forehead against hers. “I don’t like how easy it is for you to manipulate me.”
She looks up at me a little shyly but smiling. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Hell, no.” I want her desperately. “I don’t think you should just get away with it though.”
“You’re right. I’ve been such a naughty girl. You better teach me a lesson.”
My hand grabs the back of her head, pulling her up. Tru gasps as my lips crush into hers again. I cup her firm, pert breast, squeezing and caressing under the material of my shirt.
Growling, I shift, pushing my body down against hers, pinning her to the couch as I kiss her. She purrs against my mouth and arches her back, pushing those sweet curves into me.
I’m lost.
I pull the shirt open, rending the buttons from the material. Like a striking snake, I dip my head and take a naked tit in my mouth, sucking hard on that little pink bud. She moans and writhes under me, and I press my fingers against the bare folds of her wet pussy.
Wait, bare. She wasn’t bare last time.
Startled, I lean back.
“I tried another experiment,” she says sheepishly.
I chuckle. “You’re one surprise after another.” She still has a tiny triangle of hair, almost an arrow in case I get lost. But there’s no chance of that, not when my fingers slide so easily where I want to be most.
“Oh,” she moans as my fingers work within her. I drop my head to suck on her luscious tits, licking and biting her hard nipples, drawing startled cries from her gasping mouth. It appears she likes it a little rough, which is all I need to spur me on.
I move all my attention lower, working two fingers in and out of her. She’s tight. Warm, moist, slippery. So erotic. Her hips are moving in time with my fingers, encouraging my actions. She begins to make little moans of pleasure, so I continue working her up before turning my fingers over, face up, and begin my search for that hidden spot maybe she doesn’t even know about yet.
There it is. I can feel the spongy patch, swollen with excitement. I use my middle finger to rub it softly, back and forth. She’s got her breasts in her own hands, pushing them together and the cleavage creates a new item for my bucket list of places I want to put my dick.
Her scent is powerful and erotic, drugging all my senses. Her body pitches, shaking. “That's it, baby, I want you to come.” I press harder on her clit with my thumb and she loses all control. A small amount of clear liquid shoots out of her and onto my hand as her body convulses around me.
When the final spasms of her orgasm pass, I sit up, my hungry eyes devouring every inch of her beautiful, naked body from her tangled hair, her flushed face, the soft curves of her tits, her rounded hips, her wet, swollen pussy.
I’ve never been so in awe of any damn thing in my life.
“Whatwasthat?” she asks, not so smug anymore.
“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” I ease my hand out of her. “You’re amazing.”
“Should I be embarrassed? I feel like I...”
“You didn’t pee yourself. You just rewarded me with a very rare and wonderful thing people sometimes call female ejaculation. But maybe we can discuss it in more detail later.” I pull her hand to me, pressing her fingers against the hard bulge straining within my jeans. She sits up and opens my jeans, pulling out my hardened, thick shaft. It’s soaked with precum.
Her fingers close around me and slowly stroke the length. “I didn’t really get to see this the other night. We got rushed.”
“We’re going to get rushed again.”
