She let his question linger in the air unanswered as she disappeared under the plush duvet and buried her nose into the crevice where his thigh met his pelvis. She took a deep breath, inhaling the pleasant scent of clean and spice from his showergel.
She wiggled her way between his legs, pushing them gently apart to make room for herself. That first lick ran from the soft skin of his sac all the way to the tip of his cock, making him spread his legs even farther, beckoning her to dive in to the feast she was making ofhim.
She circled her tongue around his proud cap and dipped her tongue into the well of his slit, scooping up the pearl of pre-cum that was resting there. She heard moaning again, at first thinking this was a new sound coming from Slade, but then noticed something different about it. His moans were deep, soulful, always expressing his need or satisfaction. This moan was the kind that came from deep within when you were devouring something delectable, when you were satisfying a longstanding craving that had been long denied. This moan wasn’t Slade’s, it was hers, and she wasn’t the least bit ashamed ofit.
She slid down Slade’s cock, eager to taste as much of him as she could at one time. His length and girth made it impossible for her to deep-throat all of him, but damn if she wasn’t going to try to choke on him if shecould.
One hand tightly fisted around the root of his cock, the other gripping his heavy sac with just enough pressure to add to his pleasure and not cause him harm, she bobbed up and down, creating a frantic rhythm between her mouth and hand, essentially wringing the pleasure out of Slade one stroke at atime.
He moaned, moving his hips in tandem with her rhythm. She could tell when the pleasure was just this side of torture when his thrusts became erratic. The thought of her bringing him to his brink like this made the walls of her cunt contract. They’d talked about her taking him until he burst inside her mouth, about her desire to swallow all his essence. But until this moment, Slade had refused to do it until he could provide her with test results giving him a clean bill ofhealth.
After more days than she cared to count, he’d presented her with those results two days ago. Now, with his fingers buried in her braids, holding her mouth in place, as he fucked her throat raw, she was nearly at the brink of her own orgasm as she thought about tasting his. She cupped her tongue on the underside of his cock and dropped her jaw as far as she could while Slade fucked her mouth until he spilled inside her, yelling as each jet of his come pulsed out ofhim.
Without thought, she closed her lips around him, creating a tight seal. She moaned when the first taste of his release landed on her tongue. The taste of his essence making her spasm, she pushed shaking fingers between her swollen pussy lips, dipping them into her wetness before circling her throbbing clit. A few strokes, and fire lanced through her. His leaking cock trapped in her mouth, pushing into the recesses of her throat, her digits rubbing out uncontrollable swells of electricity, she spilled over into her release, collapsing as her limbs turned to noodles beneathher.
Somewhere between her blissed-out, sex-drunk mind and consciousness, she felt Slade pull her up his body, cradling her against his chest. He stroked her back with a repeated delicate motion meant to soothe her into sleep. Without much coaxing, she allowed herself to fall into the slumber Slade’s touch was leading her to. The last thought crossing her mind was a question she wasn’t prepared toanswer.
How in the hell am I expected to live withoutthis?
