My legs moved of their own volition. Michael stopped what he was doing and looked into my eyes with slight confusion. I took three long, slow strides toward him as if possessed, and finally dropped down to my knees. Desire burned in my veins at the sight of him. He looked flustered behind his enticing, drippingcock that was as of right now, directly in my face. I committed this to memory immediately.
“You don’t have to…” he murmured as he moved his hands away to watch me in apprehensive anticipation.
I smiled at him, and reached a hand up to his cock. When I made contact, it twitched in my grasp, so close to my face. I couldn’t contain the arousal that flooded my body. I ran my fingers along his shaft, marveling at the feel of him. So thick and hard. I could only imagine what it would feel like having him inside me. Ihadimagined. More times than I’d admit to him, of course.
My hand barely fit around the base, and I gave a few experimental tugs, feeling the skin glide along the shaft of his cock, the jolt it gave in response, the glistening bead of precum forming at the tip once more.
“Fuck… Kayla…”
I liked the sound of my name in his mouth like this. With him wound up so tight for me. I liked hearing him crumble at my mercy. I kept stroking, reaching further into his shorts to fondle him, loving the way his balls reacted to my touch.
I leaned my head along his shaft as I continued to slowly jerk him off, looked into his eyes and unashamedly said, “You’ve got a really nice cock.”
“You have great taste.” His gaze burned into me, although the color in his cheeks deepened quite a bit. Which was cute.
I suddenly stopped stroking him. With little warning, I focused intently on his cock before sliding my tongue along the thick vein on the underside of his shaft.
“Oh, God.”
Hearing him this way felt as if his hands were actually on me. My pussy pulsed in response to it, and I had no choice but to move my other hand between my legs and do something about it. I slid my tongue once more from the base of his cock to the tip, along the large vein before stopping at the head to take it into my mouth and suck.
“Fffuuuck..” He breathed, as I licked along his sensitive head and slit, relishing the way his cock throbbed in my hand, my mouth.
I covered the base by stroking my hand there while I bobbed my head up and down over his dick. An obscene sound spilled from my full mouth, but I didn’t care because he was right here with me, riding the wave. His fingers snaked into my hair, guiding me to take him deeper. When I did, when the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, Michael groaned out loud, his thighs trembling.
I steadied my hand at his base to control the depth, the other gripping his hip hard enough to leave marks. Then I felt it; a warm gush coated my tongue and ran down my throat. I moaned around his thick cock as my pussy clenched again, a fresh surge of juices dripping down my inner thigh. The cry that left his throat soon withered away as his cock lost some of its vigor, and he pulled his hips back to slide out of me.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen,” he rasped, a satisfied smile on his face.
“Well, this is far from over. So you can show me how it was supposed to go.”
He gripped my arms and lifted me to my feet, pushing me back until I was flush with the warm tiles again. “Is this what you had in mind?”
And he took that moment to slide two fingers between my slick folds, parting them to fit around my hard, aching clit. I sucked in a breath as he teased me like that, moving back and forth along my slit, his fingers lightly clamping the throbbing bundle of nerves there.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. There was a slight trembling in it too, with how hard he worked to contain his excitement.
“That’s all your fault.”
I claimed his mouth again, and this time the kiss was ravenous. My tongue rolled greedily over his, deeper and more determined than ever. The taste of his cum was still in my mouth, and seeing how turned on he was made me wet all over again.
His fingers glided easily now, totally covered in my arousal. And with every flick of my clit, he beckoned me closer and closer to climax. When my legs began to shiver, he stopped abruptly.
“Sit down.” Michael gently guided me to the bench. “I have to taste you. Is that okay?”
With my ass firmly planted on the warm wood, I kept my gaze locked on his as I spread my legs. His eyes dropped to the glistening slick of my pussy, and he licked his lips.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He angled his head between my thighs and finally used his tongue the way I’d been hankering for. He penetrated my folds and licked a long, flat line up to my clit.
“That’s good… Just like that…”
His pleasure reverberated through my pussy in a low groan that made me roll my hips in rhythm with the shockwaves it caused. He circled in on my clit again and I rocked into the sudden pressure from his flat tongue. A breathless whimperfluttered out of me, and I threw my head back, eyes closed to the pleasure.
When I finally let myself look down again, I felt my pussy pulse at the sight of Michael’s messy hair between my legs, his shoulders flexing as he moved his tongue over my clit. I couldn’t help but sink my hands into the long tresses, my grip tightening as I felt my climax get closer.
His hand crept around my hip and to my entrance, slowly testing before inserting one, then two fingers. My thighs tensed as he curled them against my G-spot, making me gasp, my walls clenching around him. The tighter I gripped his hair, the more he moaned against my pussy, and the more I saw his cock grow hard again.
