Loreena’s hot breath fogs over the head of my dick, and a little more blood flows there, thankfully siphoning away from my endless stream of thoughts. It’s not that I want to do without, but I’ve always had trouble letting go and justbeing.
She holds me firmly while she tastes my tip. She uses just the point of her tongue, teasing it around my head, lapping at me, teasing the sensitive slit.
A rumbling, ragged sound tears out of me, growling and echoing through the basement. Thankfully, no cats bound to the bed to protect their mother from whatever wild animal somehow found itself down here.
Her hips flexed and drove into my face while I was tasting her sweet pussy, and I can’t help but do the same. I don’t surge up and choke her, but I do move a little, unable to stop. My cock pulses against her lips as she takes more of me. She’s determined to take her time, and that’s fine, but there’s nothing saying that I can’t give as good as I’m getting.
I think that she’ll enjoy this specific kind of torture.
I flex my hands, smacking her ass with a light slap. Not to hurt, and more to play. She whimpers around my cockhead, the sound vibrating through me. I guide her back to my mouth. She pushes her legs out, gliding back. She hovers just over my mouth until I hook my hands around her thighs and bring her straight down to me.
I want to have her coming on my tongue again, her walls clenching all around me, or maybe on my fingers, rippling hard and soaking wet, but I force myself to go slowly.
She wraps another hand around my shaft before I can even taste her. She clenches tight, sending a shiver straight up my spine.
She takes me deeper, fitting the whole of my cockhead into her mouth. She slurps loudly, coating her tongue with me as she sucks and pulls back, then does it again, her wet, hot mouth meeting her curled fingers.
I can imagine how her jaw aches already. I’m not a small man. I hope that there is saliva at the corners of her lips, messy and slick, and that it will be dripping down her fingers or down my shaft soon enough. I wonder how much she can take before she chokes a little and has to stop. I wish my fucked up brain would stop sending thoughts like that. I lie stock-still as a punishment for it. I’m not going to fuck her mouth. She can fuckmy cock and if all she wants to do is suck the tip, I’d still be able to die a happy man, because what she’s doing now is literally one step away from heaven on earth.
She does take me a little bit deeper, stroking me with her hand up and down my shaft. Either I’ve leaked all over, or her saliva has made everything slick. Her hand glides easily. I’d grind my teeth against the pleasure just to keep myself grounded, but I have something better to focus on.
Far better.
The sweet taste of her delicious pussy.
I glide my tongue over her slit, savoring the rich spice of her. It’s better when I can taste it straight from the source. I fuck my tongue into her entrance. She instantly soaked, so wet that her juices leak out onto my chin. I flex my fingers on her hips, digging them in a little, just to give her a bite of pain with all that pleasure.
She shivers and takes a little bit more of my cock. My balls are already drawn up hard, but I swear they tighten even further. My cock throbs along her tongue as she sets a rhythm, pulling back and pressing forward, taking more of me each time. She removes her one hand and uses her mouth so far down my shaft that I groan against her sensitive flesh.
It’s so damn good, her working me like this, the taste of her coating my tongue, her hips writhing back into my face and then rocking forward again as she pulls off my cock and takes more and more.
I’m already fighting hard to keep from coming.
There’s no way I’m going to do that in her mouth, but even if I pulled out and coated her in my seed, I’d like to last longer than this.
First, I’d like to give her another climax before I find my own pleasure.
I double my efforts, working my tongue inside of her then working her clit. I alternate between the two, pleased when her breathing changes, getting short and stuttering. Her whimpers of pleasure coat my cock just like her hot mouth. Her hips writhe, her body undulating like a wave on top of me, giving and taking pleasure.
Not just pleasure.
Taking my heart. Giving hers.
She comes apart out of nowhere, breathing hard, panting, sucking at my cock like her sole purpose is to tear it the fuck off with her lips only. The wild motion she makes with her mouth, the tightness of her lips, all that heat and wetness surrounding me, make it easy for me to want to blow. I want to come so badly, but there’s just no way I’m doing it without warning, shooting off into her mouth. Does any woman actually enjoy that? Even if she did, just doing it without asking her is a total asshole thing to do.
I think of a thousand other things, anything but how good her mouth clutching over my dick again and again feels. I manage to keep myself in line until she takes a stuttering breath then another, and another.
“Fuck!” I grind out, sounding half like a caveman and half like I’m dying. “I need to flip you over and come all over your pretty breasts, Loreena.”
“I want your come, I want to taste you,” she argues, fisting my cock stubbornly, wrenching her tight hand up and down my slick length.
It does nothing for my self-control and I nearly grind my teeth into powder as my balls get so tight they might literally be blue.
“You’ll have it. All over you. If I flip you over, you can watch me jack myself off before I paint you in my seed.”
She chokes, then cranks her head around. “Wow, Maverick.”
“Is that a good wow, or a bad one?”
