His gaze was so hungry. It was as if he were a man starving, and I was the roast beef they’d set out… or something like that. I’d had too much to drink in too short of a time. The point was, it was clear that he loved what he saw.
Falling to the mattress again, I arched my back to put the girls on display in their full glory. I raised one hand to cup my own breasts tenderly.
“You like what you see?”
“Absolutely.”
Caging me between his powerful arms, he kissed me again. Only this time, he went down south quickly.
I groaned in anticipation as his lips trailed once more down my neck and kept going, this time fluttering across my collarbone.
One warm, slightly rough hand cupped my right breast as if testing the weight for a moment. I gripped his shoulders, pressing down. Chris smiled before he dipped his head and kissed my second, bare nipple.
I groaned anew, my legs spreading on instinct as my pussy throbbed. Chris got down to business, sucking and laving at first one nipple and then the other.
I groaned, arching, aching for him. “I need…”
“You need these off,” Chris said, sliding my pants off.
His hand slid south and then up, following the path of my inner thigh.
I swear the man gave a shudder of pure want when his fingers hit my panties. “You’re so wet.”
“All for you, fake husband.”
His gaze met mine again, and I knew we were of one mind. At least, for this. He started tugging my panties down, making me moan.
With a grin that could only be described as devilish, Chris edged himself down until he was between my legs. I could hear myself breathing harshly and gave a little cry as his first breath puffed against my pussy.
It was only a moment later—but it felt like hours—when I finally felt his first touch on me. His fingers spread my pussy lips and his pointed tongue swiped over my clit.
I moaned, widening my legs to give him all the access he needed.
With a grin, Chris settled between them and got to work.
His tongue felt like magic against me. It was as if he knew without being told how to please me best. Short, rough darts of his tongue were followed by languid licks that soothed my buzzing nerves.
Clutching the bedsheets, I felt myself flying high. It wasn’t long until I was close to climax.
“Chris,” I panted, wanting to give the man some warning. But my next few words were cut off as he used that delicious tongue on me again, lapping me up like he was enjoying a delicious treat. “Chris! I—oh! Oh!” Waves of ecstasy crashed over me, one after the other.
I rode through the waves and was not quiet about it. From my sung praises, the man should surely get the hint I had orgasmed.
But he kept going.
Every encounter was different, but usually I was a little… oversensitive right after my orgasm. For some reason, today my pussy decided to pass Go on oversensitivity.
With Chris’s lips massaging my clit, I found my pleasure building again.
I moaned loudly; I was alight from the inside out, and there was a pool of pleasure inside of me that was about to break free.
My second orgasm took me, even stronger than the first. Crying out, I rode his face through it, dimly aware that my legs were practically clamping down on his head. I was gone… so gone that I did not even register that darkness was gathering at the corners of my vision until I was out like a light.
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