I sure as hell want to, but right now, I need to make her come. Instead, I drag my finger back up and let it glide through her folds until it reaches her clit. Then I begin to move it back and forth against her swollen bud.
I dip it down an inch, back to her lips, and slide two fingers inside. She’s tight. Her walls push against my fingers. I move them up and down, hitting the spot I know will drive her wild.
I watch her face contort and change as my fingers take her to another level. She moans and closes her eyes. I take this opportunity to surprise her, leaning down and wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking it.
A groan breaks free from the back of my throat the moment I get a taste of her. She tastes better than I could have ever imagined. She gasps and pushes her hips up, shoving her pussy further into my face.
I fucking bury my face as deep as I can into her, moaning like a damn fool, but completely unable to control it. Her legs begin to tremble as I feel her walls clamp up.
The moment I go back to sucking her clit, she goes off. Gripping my hair and holding me in place as she whispers unintelligibly. Each wave of her release is a gift that I cherish as I softly lick and move my fingers until her hips hit the couch and her body goes limp.
I pull away, the evidence of her release all over my lips and chin. I want her to taste herself on me. Proof of what we just did together.
I crawl up her body and crash my lips down onto hers, moving them slowly this time as I let her taste the evidence of her arousal. Our tongues meet again. Her hands move slowly under my shirt and up to my chest. Her fingers mix with my hair, and then she moves her thumbs against my nipples.
It makes my entire body break out into goose bumps.
Her hands trail down and begin to unbutton and unzip my pants. Before I know what’s happening, she pushes my chest, breaking our kiss, pinning my back against the couch. I rightmyself so I’m sitting up. She slides down to the floor, kneeling in front of me.
“What are you doing?” I ask through choppy breaths.
She pulls down my pants and boxers, my cock springing free, and slides them all the way down to the floor.
“I want a redo of our first night together,” she says. “This time, don’t push me away.”
Her words strip away every defense I’ve built, leaving nothing but the man who’s always belonged to her.
“I tried once, and it damn near destroyed me. Never again.”
With that, she wraps her fingers around the base of my cock and gives it a long, hard tug. She pushes my dick back and rubs my balls with her other hand as she continues to stroke me.
I bite the inside of my cheek in a desperate attempt to act like I’m not already coming undone by a couple of strokes of her hand.
“At night,” she whispers as she works both of her hands, “I sometimes touch myself to the memory of your thick cock in my mouth.”
My jaw falls slack. Not only is the image hot as fuck, but her talking so dirty to me while touching me is making my dick strain with desire.
“You were my first. I’d never done that before,” she admits, then raises herself higher on her knees and begins to move her mouth to my tip.
I fist my hair, then rub my eyes with my temples. “Fuck,” I growl. “I was your first cock baby?”
She stops with her mouth near my tip, nods, then wraps her lips around me and swirls her tongue. My head falls back against the cushion as I release my breath on a groan. Shit. Knowing it’s her mouth on me makes it feel ten times better than anything I’ve ever felt.
For several minutes, she just plays with my tip, sucking on it, licking it, running her soft lips over it. I’ve never seen someone fucking make out with the tip of my dick, but it’ll be burned in my brain forever.
She looks like she is exactly where she wants to be—my dick in her mouth. I love that.
Then she flattens her tongue against me and slides her mouth until I hit the back of her throat. She lets out a moan, and I nearly burst my load inside of her.
I run my fingers through her hair as I watch her glide back up my shaft, then move back down. Her lips are tight, and her tongue moves around me with each pass.
“Baby, I’m fucking close already,” I admit, feeling slightly embarrassed. “You’re just too good at this.”
She smiles with a mouthful of my cock, then takes it up a notch. She moves quickly up and down as she takes as much of my cock that will fit and pumps the rest of my dick with her hand. She slurps, sucks, and moans while tears fill her eyes with each gag.
Then it happens. I feel the first release of cum that hits her throat, followed by several other thick bursts—filling her mouth full of my release. She watches me the entire time, taking all of it without batting an eye, then slides off and swallows slowly as she wipes the side of her mouth.
I don’t miss a beat. I lean forward and slam my lips down on hers—this time, it’s me tasting myself on her. I pull her up, so she straddles me, then focus on slow, deliberate kisses as my hands fists themselves into her hair.
