“Do you want to know how good I taste?” I asked her.
She looked up at me and nodded, her hands moving to unbutton my trousers.
“Good girl,” I praised and lifted my hips, allowing her to pull my trousers and thong down together past my knees and off.
She began to place kisses along my inner thigh, trailing higher and higher to where I needed her.
I felt her hesitation.
I lifted her head up to look at me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, concern breaking past my arousal.
“It’s been a long time,” she said self-consciously. “And I wasn’t exactly an expert before then.”
I bent forward towards her and pulled her up to meet me the rest of the way and kissed her deeply in reassurance.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth and face. I’m in control here. I’m going to take exactly what I want, how I want it. All you need to do is be a good girl and follow instructions,” I told her when I broke the kiss.
“Fuck,” she said.
I leaned back against the couch and gripped a fistful of her hair, guiding her to my clit.
All apprehension seemed to leave her immediately as she began to suck and lick, moaning loudly like she couldn’t get enough of me.
I threw my head back in ecstasy and pushed her face harder against me, grinding myself against her.
“Fuck… puppy… like that… you’re doing so well,” I praised.
The scent of both our arousals had mixed, filling my lungs with a heady combination I greedily breathed in, making me grip her hair tighter. She whined in pain but didn’t complain or stop the attention she gave to my clit.
“Add two fingers,” I commanded and moaned loudly when she complied, hooking them upwards.
I lost control. Grinding against her, my hips bucking forcefully until I came on her face.
As I relaxed back against the couch, she tried to lift her head from me.
“You’re not done yet,” I told her, feeling how drenched I was. The couch would probably be stained. “Clean up the mess you made,” I instructed.
Her tongue inside of me was not what I was expecting, but she was so hot and lithe and kept my arousal balanced in that blissful space, where I could live in the moment.
The sound of her swallowing my wetness was electrifying, starting a burning need within me.
I allowed her to take care of me, moving from inside me to between my labia.
“You taste so good,” she moaned as I allowed her free.
“Really?” I asked and pulled her up to meet me in a heated kiss. The taste of myself on her lips was a new delicacy. I’d never liked tasting myself on a partner before, but mixed with Harriet it was something else, perhaps something narcissistic. I didn’t care; I just wanted more of her.
I slid forward until we were both on our knees, my hand around her throat controlling our kiss, while my other hand squeezed and twisted her rock-hard nipples.
“Take your trousers and panties off,” I told her.
She fumbled with her clothing until I was pushing her onto her back and removing it for her.
She was naked, panting, her chest and cheeks pink.
I looked at her, looked at her long enough to see doubt and self-consciousness enter her eyes. When her hands on her thighs moved to cover her, I gripped her wrists tight, holding her still.
