My eyes go wide at her words. She knew.
She reaches out her fingers, skirting along the hem of my shirt before she takes hold of it and lifts it slowly. My body refuses to fight her, my arms raising to allow her to remove it.
“I…uh…I…I’m sorry.” I stutter the words out.
“Shh, don’t be sorry.” She steps closer to me, her body flush with mine as she reaches behind my back and unhooks my bra. “I liked you watching me. I came so hard.” She rests her head in the crook of my neck, her mouth right at my ear as she whispers. “I heard you too. It was so hot. The way you were pleasuring yourself because of me.”
Roxy leans back and I’m left standing there, frozen, unable to form any words.
She takes hold of the waistband of my leggings and lowers them slowly, kneeling down with the movement as if my pants and her were the same being.
Roxy kneels before me, my legs shoulder width apart and her face flush with my bare core. I still haven’t been able to say anything. So overtaken by the intensity of the moment. The sexual tension coursing between us. She presses her nose to my mound and inhales deeply.
“Mmmm, you smell delicious. Just as I remember.” She reaches her hand between my legs, her fingers sliding through my seam, back to front, right to my clit. “So wet baby. Is this all for me? Did I do this to you?”
I nod my head, my body on fire from her touch. “I like that. Want to know a secret?”
“Yes,” flows breathlessly from my mouth.
She pulls her hand away and I miss it instantly. Roxy stands, taking my hand in hers and steps backward, toward the bathroom vanity. Only when the back of her body bumps into it does she let go of me. Her hands come down on the counter behind her as she lifts up her body, angling her body so that her back rests against the glass of the shower wall. There’s just enough counter space for her to sit perfectly, while extending one leg out over the sink basin and dropping the other over the side. She hooks a drawer open with her toes, propping her foot on it.
Roxy sits there, her gleaming pussy on perfect display for me.
“I made you come. Now come here and return the favor,” she commands, her hand already kneading her right breast.
I climb onto the sink carefully and place my knees with exact precision on any spot available while I straddle her left leg. Leaning into her, I take her lips with mine while I reach downand run my fingers through her wet folds. She feels fucking amazing.
If her pussy was a drug, then I’d surely be an addict.
“That feels so good, Baby. Rub my clit,” she beckons through a moan.
I let one finger slip inside her tight little hole, then another, thrusting them in and out while I flick my tongue across her nipple. My body is crying out in agony from the position, the hardness of the countertop, but I don’t fucking care. This moment is everything.
I need more. No, I want more.
Pulling away from her, I maneuver my body and lower back down to the floor. I want more than to have my hands on her. I want to taste her. When we did our video, she ate my pussy, but I didn’t reciprocate. I just finger fucked her. Now it’s my chance to see how good she tastes, if I truly want to be with her. Not by convenience or for work, but by choice.
“Lick my pussy,” Roxy orders, and I don’t think twice.
I stick out my tongue, flattening it as I lower my face to her pussy, running my tongue from her taint to her clit. Flicking my tongue around her tiny bud, I can feel her squirming beneath me. She likes it. And so do I. Not only how she tastes, but that I’m pleasuring her.
Fuck me, this is so hot.
I swipe my tongue through her seam again until I reach her hole. Running it along the opening, I thrust it inside, fucking her with my tongue as if it were a dick, while placing my fingers on her clit, pressing and squeezing it between the pads of my fingers.
I can hear her moans, her words, but I can’t distinguish what she’s saying. All I know is that I’m loving this, her, and all I want is to taste her juices, to swallow every last drop.
Her body trembles beneath me, just as she cries out. “I’m coming, Baby.”
She presses her legs together, squeezing my head between them, but I don’t care. I keep going.
I feel her juices coating my tongue, dripping down my mouth. Only when she releases the grip she has on me do I stop.
“Fuck me. You sure you never ate pussy before?”
I grin, the corner of my lip turning up into a smirk as l let out a soft laugh.
After taking a shower, a second one for her, we dress and order some food. We sit on the couch, our legs pulled up, our bodies angled toward each other and fingers intertwined on the back of the couch. Our eyes lock on each other as we just soak up the moment in silent bliss.
