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“Less talking, more licking,” I whisper in a hoarse voice I barely recognize as I shimmy my ass against his face.
Pinned up against the door, with the side of my face pressed against the cool wood, there’s not much I can do. If I was facing him, at least I could run my fingers through his hair and then push his head back down between my thighs. But like this, Jameson has all the power. He can do whatever he wants to me.
He slides his tongue lower, lower, until he locates my clit.
“So, you do know what a clit is, kid,” I mutter to myself, grateful that he’s going to be able to finish what he started.
Jameson leans back. “You thought I didn’t know what a clit was? What the hell, Lemon?”
“Less talking, more licking,” I remind him again.
Jameson grunts at me, and then he drags his tongue over me in broad, messy laps. He moves with a rhythm all his own. Messy laps, calculated circles, and then he beats at my clit with just the tip of his tongue. He grazes it with his teeth and sucks on it. And I’m so fucking hot for him I roll my ass against his face. I need this. I need him. I need it all so fucking badly.
“Pinch your nipples, Lemon. And ride my fucking face until you come. I want you to gush in my fucking mouth, do you hear me?”
“Yes, make me come, Jameson. Make me come so fucking hard.” I slide my hands between my body and the door and find my hard nipples.
There’s no grace or skill to what I do. I’m not sure I’m capable of either at this point. I just pinch. I pinch my nipples until it hurts.
He seals his mouth against my pussy, creating a suction so hard it’s just this side of pain. I feel wild and out of control with his mouth on me. He’s groaning into me, making my skin vibrate.
Jameson sucks and sucks on my clit, and my hips buck against his face as the building tension breaks inside me. Heat and light shoot out in every direction. And my hips roll my ass against him as he continues to lick and suck at me, somehow not letting the crazy jerking of my hips shake him off. Jameson rolls with every movement of my body until it finally stills, and I’m left standing on legs made of jelly, clinging to the door to stay upright.
Jameson keeps licking at me, moving away from my sensitive clit now, to lick every part of me between my legs, like he’s lapping me up. When he finally finishes, he pulls away from me and I look back at him over my shoulder to see where we stand now that he’s had his head between my legs. Now that he’s made me come like that.
He’s smiling up at me like he’s exactly where he wants to be tonight. Not a care in the fucking world.
“Babe, you came for me so fucking good.” He’s so damn smug.
“Sorry. Can’t talk right now.”
“Is a little tongue-fucking all it takes to shut that pretty mouth of yours up? Lemon, if I’d known that, I would have done this years ago. Actually, I have thought of other ways to occupy your mouth.”
“Mmmm-hmmm?” Is all I can moan against the door.
I can tell by the sounds he’s making that Jameson is standing up behind me, but I don’t turn around. My legs are currently without the bones necessary to hold them up, and the only thing keeping me standing upright is this door. I’ve never appreciated this beat-up old door so much in my life.
Holding onto my hips, Jameson turns me around slowly to face him.
My eyes study him from his dark hair down to his old work boots. “Why are you still wearing pants?”
“I was just thinking the same damn thing.” Jameson laughs as his hands move down to his belt. He makes quick work of getting out of his jeans and boots. Then his boxers and socks. And then Jameson is standing in front of me, completely naked.
I’ve seen him shirtless before. I’ve seen him in a bathing suit. So really, there’s only the inches of hip and groin that I haven’t seen before. But seeing it all together, all at once, is a completely different thing. His chest is gleaming with sweat. Apparently, he worked just as hard on that orgasm as I did. It’s a good thing he seemed to enjoy it almost as much as I did, too.
Every line and angle of his body is smooth, lean muscle. The kind of muscle that comes from working a farm every day of your life. This isn’t bulky, beefy muscle from hours spent at the gym. This muscle was built in sunshine and rain out in the fields of the Waters’ farm. This muscle was built with dirt and grit.
Then there’s the part I haven’t seen before. One very big, very hard part. Jameson’s cock is a thing of beauty. Hard and long, with more than enough girth that I know he’s going to feel so good inside me. The hard lines of muscle pointing to this dick are like air traffic controllers flagging my attention, and I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. It’s a perfect dick. Perfectly straight. Perfect head. Perfect length. Perfect girth. Perfectly big. Not circumcised. My tongue slowly slides over my lips.
“Like what you see, don’t you, Lemon?” Jameson doesn’t wait for an answer. “Good. Because I like what I see, too. Every sexy inch of you.”
Jameson reaches out and takes my breast in one hand again as he slowly strokes his cock with the other.
Stepping forward, I pick up his hands and take them in mine. Using him for balance, I slowly lower myself to my knees.
I need a closer look at this perfect specimen of a dick. Hell, I need more than a closer look. I need a taste.
“What are you doing, Lemon?”
