“Oh, shit!” she cries, her thighs tightening around my head.
God, I love fucking women. Not that I know any different—but how does everyone not want to do this?
I’m ravenous, my own pussy dripping as I eat her out. Her whimpers and moans are a song I want to memorize. She toys with her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers. Istruggle to keep my eyes open, rubbing my thighs together for a little friction.
I slide two fingers inside her, and her eyes fly open. She sits up to watch me, one hand fisting the sheets, the other pushing my head closer to her clit. I suck harder and pump my fingers in and out of her tight heat. Her auburn curls cascade around her shoulders, reminding me of falling autumn leaves.
After a while, my jaw aches, but I don’t want to stop if she’s close. The problem is, she’s been hovering on the edge since I started.
As if reading my mind, she murmurs, “It’s hard to make me finish, but if you’re tired, you can stop. That felt amazing.”
I nod, climbing off my knees. I’m not twenty anymore, and my thighs are going to hate me tomorrow.
“You don’t always finish?” I ask.
“Not with a partner, usually.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal.
“That’s not going to stop me from trying.” I wink, and she blushes.
“Would you sit on my face?” she asks.
“Me?” I blink. Usually I’m the one with women sitting on my face. I can’t even remember the last time someone asked me that. I shake my head.
“Then tell me what you like.”
“Honestly? Using your hands is the best way to go, City Girl.”
I grin at her using the nickname. She has no idea it comes from my favorite apple variety back on the orchard.
Fuck. I wasn’t supposed to think about that tonight. It’s bad enough having to say goodbye to someone who was like a mother to me. The responsibility waiting for me back home is enormous, but I know I’m ready. I’ll make Benny proud.
“Where’d you just go?” She pulls my face back toward hers.
“Sorry. It’s just been a stressful week,” I admit.
“Well, then let me help you destress.”
Her hand glides down my chest, brushing over my clit before teasing my folds.
“Oh, fuck.” I moan as her fingers slip through me gracefully.
I’m wetter than usual—just touching her earlier was enough to wreck me. She’s my kryptonite, all soft curves and endless places to explore.
She drags a finger through my folds, circling my clit with her wet hand. My hips buck toward her, but she pushes me back down, her mouth closing over my breast. She swirls her tongue around my nipple, and I moan—louder than usual.
“Come on, Mac. Don’t hold back on me.”
She looks up at me from between my breasts, hazel eyes glinting.
Before I can say anything, she slides a finger inside me and curls it upward. I curse loudly. She smirks, kissing her way down my stomach.
With one hand, she pumps her finger in and out, the other pressing firmly over my pubic bone. The pressure is dizzying, setting my pussy on fire. My head falls back against the pillows. She pulls out her finger only to add another, pumping both into me, slick with my arousal, as I rock my hips to get more friction.
“Fuck!” I cry out. I’m already so fucking close to coming. I reach to touch her breasts as she moves her thumb across my clit. My breath is heavy, my whimpers turning into moans as she touches me.
“Come on Mac, let me see you come.” She looks up at me again, and I force myself to make eye contact with her while I finish.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I usually like to scream the woman’s name, but that’ll do. Holy shit. I’m seeing literal stars as she licks her fingers clean. God, seeing a woman lickmeoff of herself? I’m definitely committing that to memory.
