“Well, color me surprised.” I deadpan, trying not to drool all over her down comforter.
Before me stands the most gorgeous woman in the world. After taking off her warm pink socks, she’s left in lingerie so sexy, I’d crawl to her like a dog if she asked. Her dusty pink nipples are on full display through her lace white bra, not covering anything. No padding or support, just a thin layer of fabric meant to torment me. Her panties match, with barely a hint of coverage, all her naughty bits exposed.
Confidently, she struts towards me, the tops of her breasts pouring out of the bra as she moves closer.
“If you get naked, can I play with you?”
In one fell swoop, I’ve got my sweats off and on the floor, ripping my hoodie off takes longer than expected when my hair gets in the way, but when the job’s done, I’m left in a black sports bra and purple boy shorts,thanks to laundry day.
“Baby, if you dress like that, you can do whatever you want to me.” I plead with absolute sincerity.
“Can we just kiss for a minute, till I work up enough courage?” She asks timidly, climbing onto the bed.
“Kissing you is my favorite thing in the world. If I could live without food or water, I’d never leave your lips.” I say desperately, gripping her hips and pulling her onto my lap.
Our mouths collide in a fiery-hot frenzy, both of us needing the connection. She grinds her pelvis against me, moaning against my mouth. My hands grip her backside tightly, desperate to feelher skin against mine. Our tongues intertwine, never getting enough. Time moves slowly, and I’m barely aware how long it’s been until I feel her wet spot against me. We’re out of breath, but can’t seem to stop melting into one another.
Pulling away, she climbs down until she’s centered between my legs, and my lungs give out. Her hair’s knotted with a hint of sweat in the back, leaving a few pieces curly. A bead of sweat runs down my chest from our body heat.
“Will you tell me what you like?” she asks, looking up at me with wide, curious eyes. “You know, talk me through it?”
I couldn’t put together a sentence right now if the fate of the world depended on it.Talk her through it? What is it, my fucking birthday?All I’m able to do is nod, even that takes every muscle in my body.
Staying between my legs, she reaches up, pulling the waistband of my shorts, and dragging them down. Slowly coming back up to me, she trails feathery kisses up the side of my leg, sending a chill to the one place I’m dying to feel her. When she’s at my inner thigh, she gently places a finger, feeling my arousal that’s pouring out of me.
She smiles at the sight, her eyes brighten, and I can see the excitement take over. Her movements are slow and intentional as she leans in, licking from bottom up, settling on my throbbing clit. Her head between my legs, discovering this intimate part of me, feels like it’s straight out of a porno. One of the old-school ones where the lonely housewife didn’t have enough money for the handyman to fix the dishwasher, so instead she offered oral sex. Only this time its a smoking hot woman voluntarily licking the life out of me like it’s her fucking day job.
“Just like that, baby. Keep licking. Move your tongue in circles around my clit.” I stammer, gripping the sheets next to me, trying to keep from falling apart so soon.
“Should I suck on it?” She asks, looking up at me, with big, beautiful lashes.
“Oh god yes, suck on it,please,” I beg, lifting my hips up, getting closer.
Her rhythm is steady as she sucks, giving a few flicks, sending bursts of pleasure through me. She’s torturing me, in the best way. Her speed picks up when I writhe against her, trying to keep my moans at bay since we’re not alone in the house. The constant edging has my head spinning and hips bucking so fast, I’m practically fucking her gorgeous face.
Her teeth graze the sensitive nerve, and it almost sends me over the edge until she slows down again with a gentle lick.
“You could add a finger, the pressure from thatandyour tongue will have me screaming your name.”
Sitting up in a panic, she whimpers. “Am I doing it wrong? You hate it?”
“No, baby, no way could I ever hate that.” I brush a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
“My orgasms have been so quick with you, I thought you would’ve finished faster since you’ve done this before.” Her hands are shaking, and I watch her eyes shift back and forth as she processes another first time.
Sitting up, I grab her fingers, bringing them down to the lips of my soaking pussy. “Does this feel like I hate what you just did?” Her face visibly relaxes as our hands mingle together.
“No, I just wanted you to feel as good as you make me feel.”
“Trust me, I’ve never felt anythingthatgood. The endgame isn’t always some mind-blowing orgasm. Just having your face down there was more than enough. I’m serious. For me, sex is about intimacy, building a connection while making each other feel good,” I say gently, with her fingers still right on my clit.
“But don’t youneedit?” She frowns, looking as if she’s revisiting a bad memory.
“No, that’s just something men say so they can bust a nut on your face and then roll over and snore themselves to sleep. I promise you, baby. You made me feel unbelievable. Having you between my legs was the best I’ve ever felt.”
She nods but doesn’t seem all that convinced. “In fact, why don’t we switch, and I’ll prove to you just how much I loved it.”
She giggles as I wrap myself around her, rotating her until she’s on her back. “This was supposed to be about you.”
