“You’re so wet for me,Mariposa,” he says, and I make a mental note to look the word up later.
He laps it up with his tongue, swallowing with a growl before his mouth covers me.
“Oh, fuck,” I whine at the contact. I don’t know how long it’s been since a man has gone down on me. But it doesn’t matter, no one has ever done it like this. No one has known to run their tongue slowly, patiently, teasingly from one end to the other. No one has used the tip of their tongue to draw hot little circles around my opening without fully penetrating. No one has known the exact amount of pressure I need for the fire to ignite.
I grab him, raking my fingers in his dark hair, scratching at his scalp as he continues to pamper me, tracing around my clit until I beg for relief.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Please what?” he asks into my skin, flattening his tongue to lap up the wetness as it runs.
“I need to come,” I tell him.
“You’re so very impatient,” he says, pulling his mouth away. I’m starting to think I’ve made a huge mistake. Spoken out of turn. Lost my chance at the greatest orgasm of my life.
But he sits up and pulls my dress away from my tits, revealing them in all their D-cup glory.
“Fuck me, you’re delicious,” he says as he cups them in his hands. His thumbs press into my nipples, and he toys with one of them, flicking softly until I moan. Then he switches to the other, teasing that one, driving me wild with each flick.
“Do you like that?” he asks.
“Yes,” I nod, writhing underneath him.
“I feel like I could almost make you come just by doing this.”
I’m not so sure that he’s wrong. My nipples are hard as glass as he plays with them. One, then the other, then the other again. Slowly he crouches back down, covering me with his mouth again. His tongue does two laps, exploring me slowly, warming me up. Then I feel the tip of his tongue hover over my clit. His hands are still cupping my breasts. His fingers are still. And then…
“Oh fuck!” I cry out as his tongue lashes against my clit, dancing over the skin until I am shaking. He teases and flicks my nipples at the same time, and my body shakes with pleasure as the orgasm rips through me.
Over and over, the waves of pleasure rush around me, consuming me whole. But even after my body goes still, he isn’t done.
He tugs my dress off me.
And his cock is fully erect under the silky black fabric of his briefs. I can tell just by the bulge how well-endowed he truly is. Longer than anyone I’ve ever had. Thicker than anyone I’ve ever had. Jesus, the man might split me in two…and I just might let him.
Slowly, he shoves his briefs down, and his cock springs free.
I actually gasp.
He grasps it with his hand, pumping it several slow times, making me gulp.
We are in nothing but our masks now, everything else fully exposed by the bright Vegas lights.
Then he picks me up and lays down with me sitting on top of him. His dick enters me in the movement, hard and long, piercing deep inside me like a sword.
I cry out because it’s a lot.
But it’s also incredibly arousing.
It’s too much and just enough all at the same time.
He places his hands on my hips and lifts me as he thrusts up inside me. I bounce on top of him, whimpering with every drive.
Never have I ever felt so completely taken.
Maybe it’s the size.
Maybe it’s the erotica of it all.
