When I drop down, I see the goosebumps along his shoulders, and his nipples are tight and hard.He holds the towel to shield me from the view of prying eyes as I squat.His dick is tight and red when my tongue touches it.Instantly a small amount of semen leaks out the top, and I place my lips on it, then pull away.The sticky cum creates a string and I look up to see his eyes are hooded and sexy as fuck!I close my eyes and ease it in my mouth.The hole stretches open and I place the tip of my tongue in it.His breathing stops.As I tickle it, I feel the pressure building.When I lick him, running my tongue around the head, wetting it, I feel it pulsate.Then, I place my lips on the ridge, let my saliva drool down his shaft as I shake my head, back and forth, faster and faster, building him into a frenzy, then I put my tongue back in his tip and tickle.I pull his skin up just enough from the base to cover his ridge.He still has not taken a breath, and his legs are beginning to harden.When I start to stroke him, pumping him up, I feel his abs begin to harden too as he draws his muscles down tight as I go.Then I stop and ease down his shaft to the base.When I hit bottom, his hunch sets.With my withdrawal, I watch his six pack form deep ridges and the sight soaks my pussy, but this isn’t about me, I remind myself.This is about him.I ease back down again, lubing him up, and winding him down tight.When I know his whole body is straining, I step to the side, position my hands, and stroke the length of his shaft with one hand and with the other I circle his tip, tickling his ridge and his head.His legs quiver uncontrollably, then he spurts cum across the porch.His gorilla grunts are a satisfying sound.At the last spasm, I let him go, quickly step back in front and grab his ass, pulling him to me.He sags forward leaning on me as he starts to breathe again.The whole event didn’t take more than a few minutes.
"That’s one helluva quickie," he says with his mouth buried against my shoulder as his arms wrap around me.
"Yep, it don’t take long to get there when you are high and pressurized."
"Hmm," he chuckles.
We hold each other enjoying the love that flows freely between us now, then his phone rings.It’s an old fashioned ringtone, loud and annoying, and it totally pops the serene bubble of the moment.
Aurei lifts his head and kisses my cheek."I’ve been waiting on this call."Stepping away, he grabs his jeans and digs for his phone.
I twirl around, rolling my head so I get maximum hair toss, and go back inside, playfully telling him with a British accent."Laters, Babe!"
"Moore here.Yes, I’ll hold."I hear him say as I walk off.
I can feel his eyes watching me, then I hear, "Hey, Wright."
"Yes, Moore?"
"I’m on hold.Sing Whitney Houston for me while I wait."His commanding tone is back.
Standing in the doorway, I turn to look at him, cock my hip as I put my hands on them, then I cock my head as I lift one eyebrow and let my eyes twinkle playfully to him."Are you asking or telling?"
"Telling," he laughs.
I twirl around, hair flying, to strut to the kitchen.
"Ok, asking.Please?"
I laugh at him and look back.He stands in the door frame, completely comfortable in his nakedness.The towel laying on top of his pants.I love this man!
Then he adds for brownie points."With Sugar Bare on top?"
That makes me laugh."You win.I’ll sing Whitney.What song did you have in mind?She has so many."
"You can pick, but I want to hear you coo too."
"Coo?"
"Coo her vocal runs."
"O....K...."I smirk, "Whatever."
"Siri, give me your best now."
"I always give my best when I perform."I look insulted at him.
"And no dancing.Just singing."He eyes me with a serious look on his face.
"Why not?I can do both."
"I know you can, but let’s say this is an exercise in self-control."
"Excuse me?You think I need self-control?"
"Oh snap.This isn’t going the way I intended."He smirks now."I want to hear your beautiful pipes and I don’t want you to dance yet.I’m not ready for the feeling I will get when I watch you.I need sleep first."
I lean forward and smile."Good recovery.I’ll try."
