“Always,” she said, trailing her fingers through his hair as he teased her lips and finally let his hands cradle those soft hips he loved so much.
“Then allow me to adjust us,” he said, settling on the bed and turning her body until she sat atop him. Atop his face.
“Anthony!” she squealed, trying to shimmy down and away from his open, devouring mouth.
“Let me drown in you,” he said, pulling her back until she tentatively settled against his tongue.
He had his arms about her hips and pulled her into his face. She was wet and swollen, just as he liked her, and she rocked of her own accord. They moved slowly at first, as if she did not recall how it felt to want, to desire.
But she found that rhythm again, recovered her ability to ride after all this time. And Anthony found a part of himself that he’d locked away — all while sucking his beloved’s luscious body until she shook.
He hummed into her spread cunt, desperate to feel her explode on top of him. This was nothing short of heaven for a man who wanted to be used hard by his girl.
“On that spot,” she moaned, angling her hips to get Anthony’s mouth on it.
Harder than forged steel, he licked with pleasure, all while imagining his cock erupting like a geyser with no touches, based on the eroticism of eating Letitia’s cunny alone.
“I wish you could make love to me,” she sighed, rocking just a little faster.
Oh, she knew how to set his blood rushing. The thought of slipping into that pussy had him thrusting into the air, no relief to be had. He’d rather be here, doing this, than anything else in the world.
“But I am,” he said. “And I might not be able to fuck you, but you could fuck me.”
She stilled.
He braced for disapproval. Disgust. The pretense of not understanding.
“You mean…”
His heart seemed to beat in his belly. Some vein must have bulged there, and Letitia held the knife that might sever it for good. If he wished she’d been more forthcoming at the end of their relationship, did she not deserve the same disclosure of his fantasies now?
“You want me to…to put…”
She’d never fucked him with anything before. Oh, there’d been a finger or two in interesting places, touches that inflamed his loins, and whispered ideas. But Letitia had never seen him take a false cock. They’d only just begun to make sense of their past. Why risk it? He should brush the hint aside and let her come. She deserved to enjoy this moment in peace.
“You want me to fuck you with something?” she asked, her motions growing faster, causing her legs to shake from the increased effort. “You’d let me?”
Anthony craned his neck up to see Letitia fondling her own nipples, head thrown back as she worked her cunny on his mouth. She didn’t look like a woman disgusted by the offer. Far from it.
“Oh god, Anthony, I’m going to—”
He felt her break against his face, his nose and chin wet as she used him for her pleasure despite what he’d requested.
But was her orgasm in spite of what he’d requested? Or because of it?
She clambered off him, coming around so they were face to face.
“Where is it?” she asked, then gave him a filthy, open-mouthed kiss.
“Where is…”
Truth be told, he felt dazed, taxed, and extremely hard.
“What shall I use?”
She took up a corner of the blanket to wipe his face. He must have looked a mess. Would that he could look so disheveled every day.
“Use?”
