I hadn’t planned on taking off the ski mask, but at some point I tore it off and tossed it away.
“Have you had enough?” I whisper.
“No,” she answers quickly.
“Good. Because I’m only halfway finished.”
I roll her over, grateful for the pillowcase I tied over her head. It’s navy blue, and she’s not likely to see through it with the light on, never mind in the dark of the room.
“Fuck me,” I groan, as she rolls onto her back, her tits jiggling. I shove the shirt up, unable to wait, and immediately bring my mouth to her nipple. She arches into me, the area between her legs radiating heat. “I’m saving the best for last,” I say with a slight laugh after letting go of her nipple. “You still have so many fun things to lick and bite.”
I do what I did with the back of her body, taking my time with every inch of her. Only this time, she’s louder, she’s arching into me more, and she’s begging near constantly.
My dick is so hard, I don’t know how I haven’t come yet. If she touched me, I would, there’s no doubt about that. I wanted to fuck her tonight, but I’m certain as soon as I slide it in, I’ll be done for. And that’s fucking pathetic, but it’s what Sailor does to me.
When I’m satisfied that every inch of her skin, minus her face and the place I want most, has been touched with my mouth, I settle between her legs and spread them apart.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I mutter. “The sheets are soaked.”
She whines, thrusting her hips up, seeking my mouth.
I can’t help but smile. “Doesmysweet girl need to come?” I ask.
“Yes,” she moans. “Please. I’m already so close…”
“How close?” I ask, accentuating my question by sliding my finger through her soaked folds.
“Oh god,” she groans, her pussy fluttering.
“Hm…thatclose.” I lean down, shoving her thighs upwards with my hands beneath her knees. “I wonder,” I start, leaning close and inhaling her scent. “How many licks it’ll take.”
I press my tongue to her hole, feeling it clench in response, and slowly drag it upwards, getting a mouthful of her sweet flavor.
“Count,” I demand of her.
“One,” she gasps without question.
She always was such a good listener…
I give her another lick, and this moan is more of a whine.
“T-two.”
I stare at her pussy that’s fluttering for me, just begging to be licked some more. I go in for another, thinking this could be it.
“Three,” she breathes out, almost sounding relieved.
Her toes curl, chest heaving. Her fingers dig into the mattress, tugging on the sheets that have already come off the corners. When I lick her this time, I swirl my tongue around her clit.
“Oh my god, four!” She’s panting. “Please… please. Oh god, please just one more. One more. Please.”
“I love hearing you beg.”
And I don’t want her to stop, but I want her to come. I want her to feel good.
I tighten my grip on her legs, and lean in again, one last time, circling her clit with the tip of my tongue and firm pressure.
“Oh, yes!” she shouts, her voice muffled and shaky. Her body convulses, her pussy gushes, and I lick up every single drop of it as she rides my face through what I would say was her best orgasm yet. She’s trembling, and I am so fucking hard it hurts.
