I pull my hand out long enough to take the sides of his shorts and pull them down his legs. I kneel in front of him. His cockis thick and hard and right in front of my face. I have to get my mouth on him. I slide my hands up his legs and wrap one around his thigh before moving it up to his ass and the other around his cock.
I lick the crown first, tasting him. He groans as I wrap my mouth around the head, then take him deep to the back of my throat. I gag, so I pull back, but keep his cock in my mouth.
“Alie, fuck.”
I look up through watery eyes and see him looking down at me. I see heat, desire, and something else I can’t name right now. He sweeps my hair into his hand, tugging, then starts rocking his hips with the rhythm of my mouth.
I’m so turned on by him, by this, that I can feel my slickness along the inside of my thighs.
Pausing, I look up at him and hold my hand out. “Spit.”
“Jesus, Alie. You’re gonna kill me.”
He spits into my palm, and then I wrap it around his shaft, coating him as I run my hand up and down. Then I lick up his length to the tip, then wrap my lips around the crown and suck.
“Come here.” He releases my hair, then reaches under my arms and pulls me up.
Then he sits on the edge of the bed, and he slowly pulls the ties on the straps of the dress, making it fall and pool at my feet. “You’re so beautiful. Just like I remember. And I fucking love that you’re not wearing a bra.”
“Doesn’t work with this dress,” I pant.
He kisses across my stomach, then up to my breasts, twirling his tongue around my nipple, making it pebble even more than it already was.
Then he releases me and scoots back to the middle of the bed.
He holds his hand out to me, so I climb on and straddle him.
His hands grasp my waist. “Come sit on my face. I need to taste you.”
“Okay,” I say, voice husky to my own ears.
I reposition myself so my knees are on either side of his head.
He grabs my waist and pulls me to his mouth. Then he leans in and swipes his tongue through my center, oh so slowly. “I love the way you taste. I’ve never forgotten.” He flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue and slides a finger into me.
“Wait, I want to make you feel good too.”
I move to his side and turn my body, repositioning myself over his head. Taking hold of his dick with one hand, I spit on his cock, then slide my hand up and down his shaft.
“I love the way you feel in my mouth,” I say, then wrap my lips around the head and suck, making his hips buck.
He pulls my hips back down to his mouth, and he circles my clit with his tongue as two fingers slip inside my pussy.
We find a rhythm together, and it’s not going to take long for me to erupt. My body feels hot all over, my heartbeat pounding in my chest. The feel of his tongue and fingers inside me and tasting his salty pre-cum in my mouth … it’s almost too much. A tingling sensation spreads through me, and my pussy starts to contract around his fingers. I release his dick with a pop, but I don’t stop stroking him.
When I moan, he pumps his fingers in and out of me, and then he sucks hard on my clit, making me come. Then, before I can catch my breath, ropes of cum hit me on my chin and chest. It’s so fucking hot that another orgasm rushes through me.
His hands move to my thighs, and he holds me gently. “You, okay?”
I nod, trying to speak. “I’m more than okay.”
But I’m also a mess now, and I need to go clean up. So, I lift off of him and shift to the side.
“I just need to go clean up a little.” I turn to look at him and smile.
“Come here first.” He pats the bed next to him.
I lean toward him, and he runs a finger through his cum—from my chest to my chin, then into my mouth.
