“Oh, but I heard their sweets are world-renowned. Imported chocolate.”
“Have it here.” He kisses my sensitive flesh, dangerously close to my opening.
I muffle a gasp. “Caramel.”
Another kiss. “Have it.”
My hips buck at his breath over my skin. Down there. Where no one’s been.
“What about—”
He replaces his fingers with his mouth, and I lose it. The sounds coming from me are a mix between a broken respirator and a skipping record. I grip his head to ride the tidal wave that is his tongue as it crashes into me. Why on earth did I spend years filling my head with engineering and science instead ofgettinghead?
It’s fantastic.
It’s—oh!
Antonio pins my thighs apart and eats me like a mango from my mother’s tree. The slurps and strokes of his tongue are a deadly combination.
Did he skip dinner?
My cries rise into an aria when he stretches his mouth to cover me and sucks. His tongue is back on my clit, strumming another orgasm to the surface. His hand flies over my mouth as I shout like Patti LaBelle selling one of her sweet potato pies.
Antonio reaches my lips. “Taste your pussy.” He feeds me his tongue. I do my best to oblige, but my soul is stuck on the ceiling.
How do people have sex for hours?
I cut my eyes at his chuckle. “Don’t tap out now. We’re just getting started,” he has the nerve to say.
My brows snap together, and he rolls that magical length over my soaked vagina.
“Look at us,” he mumbles.
I lift onto my elbows, my hair a mess, my breath running in circles. My jaw slacks at his penis gliding over my damp entrance. The sensation shoots a flare through my veins.
“Don’t stop,” I moan, rolling my nipples between my fingertips. Let my soul stay on the ceiling. She’s fine there.
“Fuck, Doe,” Antonio growls.
He presses himself against me with more force, careful not to penetrate the boundary I set. He wraps my panties around his shaft and strokes himself while thrusting harder.
My juices drip down the sheets I’m squeezing to death. The squelches from his body on mine are a soundtrack to our moans. My breasts bounce, and my breath becomes a spurt of pants as another orgasm awakens.
Antonio slows his pace to quicken his hands working over his shaft. His eyes are on me when he comes undone. The muscles in his abs tighten as cum saturates my underwear and skin.
It takes a minute for the high to wear off. “Was that okay?” Sweat covers his brow.
For reasons unbeknownst to me, I laugh. It’s delirious, because who am I?
“No notes.” I fall back on the bed and savor the remaining tremors heating places no man has touched until tonight. I always dreamed about getting eaten out. Now I understand the concept of crashing out over someone. Antonio isn’t my man, but he would have me catching arson and battery charges like Mario coins if he thought about dropping off this dick to someone else.
It deserves its ownMagic School Busepisode, exploring the wonders of humping and the joys of orgasm.
I’m happy, sleepy, and doped up on oxytocin.
“Bless your penis,” I say through a yawn.
He cackles and pulls me to my feet. “Let me clean you up.”
