In the low light of the lamp from the table beside the couch, I drank in the sight of her perfect round tits, their pert pink nipples absolutely begging for a kiss. Licking my lips, I bent down and pulled one into my mouth, teasing it with the tip of my tongue then sucking it deep. Her honeyed sweetness beat any dessert I’d ever enjoyed. From the way she arched her back, offering more of herself, and the whimpers and moans coming from the back of her throat, I had a pretty good idea my girl was all in with this escalation in our physical relationship.
Thank God.
I’d been dying for a taste for weeks.
Kissing my way across her chest, I gave her other breast some love and attention, licking, kissing, sucking her soft flesh until she was chanting my name louder than a stadium of twenty thousand fans.
“Shh, T. You’ll wake the neighbors,” I teased.
Weakly, she smacked her hands against my shoulders. “Then you shouldn’t be so good at this.”
“I’m good at something else too. May I show you?”
Keeping my eyes on her face, I put my mouth back on her nipple. As I’d hoped, she threw her head back against the cushion and sighed.
“Yes.”
Slowly, so as not to spook her, I slid my hand down the smooth skin of her belly and slipped my fingers under the waistband of her yoga pants, where I discovered to my surprise and delight—she wasn’t wearing panties. Carefully sliding my fingers through her curls, I worked my way to my prize. Keeping my eyes on her face, I ghosted the pad of my thumb over her clit. She squeezed her eyes closed and dug her fingers into my shoulders as a sigh slipped from her lips.
With that encouragement, I pushed one finger inside her dripping-wet pussy and grinned when she clamped down on me with her inner muscles. And oh,fuck, was she tight. Touching her like this was almost enough to send me straight over the edge. Then I got real busy sucking her pretty tits and playing the pad of my thumb over her clit while I pumped my finger inside her tight channel. The sounds she made as I pleasured her left me as hard as steel, yet as much as I needed relief, my focus stayed on my girl.
She plowed her hands into my hair, holding me to her chest as her hips bucked to the rhythm I set with my hand. Taryn had always been kind of an enigma to me—the bubbly, outgoing cheerleader and the quiet girl at the back of the class, the sardonic wit teasing me without mercy, and the shy girl-next-door who snuck glances when she thought I wasn’t looking. Occasionally, she offered glimpses of the fire I sensed burned deep inside of her, but the passion in her response to my touch blew my mind.
Her fingers tangled in my hair as her back bowed and her body went rigid as she screamed my name to the ceiling of her living room. The way her inner muscles clamped around my finger verified she was coming—hard. I kept pumping as the waves of pleasure washed through her. When at last her body relaxed, she reached down and wrapped her hand around my wrist, halting my movements. Because I couldn’t help myself, I gave her swollen nub a couple more pets before pulling my hand away from paradise.
The scent of her cum on my fingers was its own brand of aphrodisiac. “T, look at me,” I demanded.
When she opened those gorgeous electric-blue eyes, their depths darkened almost to black as I stared into them and licked her nectar from my fingers. Then she surprised me again. Pushing against my chest, she said, “Sit up.”
I was slow to move—mainly because the current state of my cock made moving painful—but she insisted.
“Come on, Danny. Sit up.”
Carefully disentangling myself from her long legs, I sat back against the cushions while she slid to her knees on the floor in front of me. Before I could figure out what she was up to, she had the fly of my jeans unbuttoned and was working on the zipper.
“T, what are you doing?”
“Taking my turn. Lift your hips,” she bossed.
“Taryn, you don’t have to—”
Her brows shot up. “You had your turn. Now you want to deny me mine?”
Shaking my head, I lifted my hips and she wasted no time tugging my jeans and boxers down my thighs. My cock sprung to attention, and when she saw me naked for the first time, her pretty mouth rounded into a perfect “O.”
“My, my.” She licked her lips and raised her hand to skim her fingers along my length.
“Taryn.” Her name came out on a strangled groan as sparks danced up and down my shaft where her fingers played. Then she leaned in and let her tongue follow the blazing trail, and my groans might have morphed into desperate sounds of need.
Fisting the cushions on either side of me, I did my damnedest to hold still and let her have her way with me. But holy fuck. This was Taryn, my dream girl, going down on me. When she wrapped her hand around the base and started licking and kissing the head of my dick, for a second my eyes rolled back in my head. Nothing in the world felt as good as T’s hot mouth wrapped around my cock. When she set a rhythm sucking and jacking me, my hands flew to her head. Gritting my teeth, I willed myself only to hang on, let her lead. As she tongued my length on the upstroke and hummed along it on the downstroke, I swear I saw stars.
At last my body took over, and I had to move, but my girl anticipated me and moved with me, increasing her speed until I had no choice but to let go. A kaleidoscope of color swirled around my brain as the orgasm barreled down my spine. I shouted her name as she swallowed me down, my voice hoarse to my ears. Only as she sat back and licked her swollen lips, her eyes glittering up at me, did I calm down slightly. Reaching out, I cupped her jaw and for a long minute stared in wonder at this incredibly generous woman. I should have known she’d be so giving, so ready to return my favors.
“Fuck, T. That was... I don’t have words, sweetheart.”
“Pretty damn fun from where I’m sitting.”
She grinned up at me, and I laughed. Then I slid my hands behind her back and scooped her onto my lap.
