“I don’t know.” He sounded puzzled. He moved his arm and started sliding down the bed. “Now it’s my turn.”
“Oh, no. Oh, no.” She tried to grab him and pull him back up but her arms weren’t strong enough and her fingers slid uselessly over his biceps. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”
He growled. “You made your move, Phee. You have to give me a chance to make mine. Besides, you gave me your word.”
She had, hadn’t she?
“But you’ll be careful, won’t you?”
“I’m always careful, Phee.”
Yes, that was true. There could not be a more careful man than George. But still. She didn’t like the idea of him down there. She had gotten so sticky walking over and then being against his warm body.
But as soon as he settled himself between her legs and put his mouth on her, oh, oh, the softness of his lips, his tongue, and she forgot everything except the pure melting sensation that was his mouth.
It felt like she had become fused to him or he had become fused to her and everything was softness and wetness and just every once in a while, a small amount of friction nudging at her little hardness. And over time, the friction grew, the nudging became a little rougher, a little more frequent. But she wanted that, she needed that. It was like George knew. He could tell exactly when he should incrementally increase . . . everything. She reached down and touched the top of his beautiful head and he looked at her and raised his eyebrows but didn’t stop.
“Oh, God, yes, yes, yes, George!” she answered his unvoiced question. “Huh, huh, huh, huhhhhhhhhhhh.” And, oh, the clutching waves coming over her, crashing around her. Astoundingly sweet pleasure rolling through her body for long seconds. And now that wonderful, clean, empty feeling.
He had stopped. Which was good because she didn’t think she could have tolerated his intense attentions for a moment longer.
Her breath slowly came back to her. “Come here, George,” she purred and reached out to him.
But he didn’t move. “Phee, it’s possible for me to continue.”
“I’ve spent. It was amazing and delightful, but I’ve spent.”
“Women have the advantage over men in this area. You might spend again. We should find out if you can. Part of your lesson.”
“But I don’t need to, George. And isn’t your tongue tired?”
“No.”
“Oh.” She had spent by herself just before coming here this evening and it had not diminished one bit her enjoyment of what he had just done to her. But could she release once more, so quickly? George wouldn’t have suggested it if he didn’t think it was possible. She shrugged. “All right.”
He started using his mouth on her again. Even more gently than before. But even more quickly than before, her arousal built and built and built until it was as tall as a mountain. Taller. And then she was tumbling down in a beautiful flurry, as satisfying as her previous climaxes, but different somehow.
She lay still. She breathed. Deeply. How delicious. And then she giggled. “You were right.”
“Yes.”
She lifted her head. He was still between her legs. He had been holding her bottom with his large hands but now he moved an arm up and caressed her right breast, lightly pinching her nipple. Oh. She took a deep breath, shuddering. “You’re always right. It’s so irritating.”
“Is it?” He looked hurt.
“No. It isn’t. I don’t know why I said that. Anybody else, it would be, but when it’s you, it’s actually wonderfully comforting. I wouldn’t change you for the world.”
A blush on his face. His deep voice. “May I do that to you once more?”
He was spoiling her, wasn’t he? Ha. In both senses of the word. “Yes, please.” How greedy she was.
He withdrew his hand from her breast and held her bottom again.
This climax took longer. But when he very surprisingly placed a finger inside her, in the same place where his cock had penetrated on Friday, she felt a wild desperation come over her and suddenly she was huffing and she could feel herself clamping down on his finger over and over and over again even as he kept his mouth on her. Again, an entirely new sensation.
“Oh, George.”
He came up beside her then, grinning.
