Sliding my tongue through her pussy, I listen as her breathing hitches and feel as she tenses beneath me. “What else?”
“Fingers,” she murmurs softly, keeping her hands positioned above her head.
“One or two?” I ask, already slipping the tip of my thumb at her entrance.
“Start with one. It’s, uh, been a while.”
I revel in the thought, of knowing no other man has been here, tasted what I now consider mine, for some time. “How long?”
I’m met with silence, so I lift my tongue from her pussy until she answers, “About a year.”
I groan. My balls ache. It’s been about a year since anyone tasted or touched this pussy, and I’m about to blow in my damn pants.
“Where’s my reward for answering the question?” she asks, lifting her head and glancing down at me with a smirk.
“Yes, ma’am,” I reply before lowering to her clit and sucking it hard into my mouth. As she gasps from pleasure, I slide my thumb into her hot, wet pussy. I can feel the tightness, feel her muscles already pulsing. I can’t wait to experience the taste of her release. It’s all I can think about.
All I crave.
I keep my tempo steady as she starts to relax around me, alternating between sucking on her clit and licking. Her body is starting to move, her hips rocking as she seeks out more of that sweet friction. When she’s ready, I slip a second finger inside and feel her stretch around them.
“How do you get off, Lizzie? On that list of yours. What makes you come?” I ask, watching her chest rise and fall rapidly as I flatten my tongue on her clit and apply pressure.
“Fingers and mouth. Both. Together.”
Your wish is my command.
I thrust both fingers inside and curl them upward. Her gasp fills the room and triggers a fresh wave of wetness. Her pussy is getting tighter, and I know she’s close. I need her to come on my fingers, on my mouth, more than I need air, and I’m determined to give her everything she needs before we take this any further.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers, gyrating against my mouth and chasing her release. “So close.”
“Come, Lizzie. I want to feel it. Taste it.”
And she does. As if triggered by my words, she detonates beautifully. She squeezes my fingers so hard I can barely move them, but I keep my mouth on her clit, drawing out every lastdrop of her orgasm she has left. Her legs are pressed firmly against my face as she cries out, riding the waves of pleasure.
When her body is sated, she goes limp, making me chuckle. “You all right up there?” I ask, gently drawing my fingers out of her pussy, which spasms around me.
“Dead.”
“Mmm, but what a way to go,” I murmur, nuzzling the soft hair above her pussy with my nose. I’ll commit the feel of her, her scent, everything about her to memory and pull it out on the nights I’m alone and needing her.
“Can I move my arms?”
“Yes.” When she does, I add, “Good girl.” Reaching for them, I rub her forearms, helping make sure the blood is circulating once more. “You okay?”
She gives me the most breathtaking smile I’ve ever witnessed. “Are you kidding? I’m great.”
I rise to my knees and take her in once more. Her panties are stretched, her pussy bare and wet. She’s a dream, and for now—for tonight—she’s mine.
Taking her hand, I help her stand. “Let’s get this off, shall we?” I reach for the clasp of her bra and release the closure.
She drops the bra onto the floor and quickly shimmies out of her panties, discarding them on the floor too. She stands before me, completely naked, and every bit the fantasy I’ve envisioned since the moment I met her. “You’re stunning,” I say, drinking her in.
I don’t miss the blush on her cheeks or the way she doesn’t shy away from me. “May I?” she asks, stepping forward and reaching for the opening of my jeans. When I nod, she grabs the waist and starts to push them down.
The moment my cock pops free, her eyes zero in on my erection. She wraps her soft hand around my hardness and givesit a gentle squeeze. Precum oozes from the tip as I fight not to thrust in her palm, desperate to find my own release.
She looks up and locks eyes with me. “May I?”
