Her mouth found my ear. She whispered raggedly. “If I don’t want something, I’ll tell you. Unless I do, go for it.” A sharp nip on my earlobe followed her words.
“Be sure,” I pleaded.
My eyes rolled back in my head when she moved her hand, then dropped her crotch down on my erection. Anastasia ground her thinly clad pussy against my cock. I felt the trickle of precum inside my jeans. Her head went back, and she moaned. Her hips circled and then bucked on top of me.
Wildness raced throughout my body and brain. Without conscious thought, my hand went to the button on her cotton shorts. I unbuttoned it, then tugged the zipper down. When she didn’t object, I watched her face as I slid my hand down into her shorts, underneath her satiny panties, and onto her scorching hot pussy.
Her cry was loud but not an objection. A scant thin trail of soft hair gave way to hot, wet pussy lips. I rubbed a finger up and down her slit, bumping over her clit. Her nails sank into my pec on one side and my abs on the other.
“God, you’re so fucking soft, slick, and hot. Still okay?” I asked.
Her frantic head nod was her only answer.
I rubbed her, making her moan more until I had to stop and taste her. I removed my hand, making her whimper inprotest. I brought my cum covered fingers to my mouth and sucked two fingers inside. I growled as her flavor burst on my tongue. It was like a mix of the ocean’s saltiness combined with a slight, fresh tanginess. I lapped all of my fingers clean before I went back for more.
While I fingered her pussy, drawing out more of her cum, I yanked her head down to mine so our mouths could meet again. Anastasia frantically sucked on my tongue before she bit it. She didn’t do it hard enough to make me bleed, but it sent a jolt of fire through me.
Our teeth clashed together as we tried to kiss, suck, and bite each other. Her hips were wildly writhing against my fingers. Suddenly, Anastasia stiffened and then let out a wail. Her body shook, telling me all I needed to know, as if the rush of liquid stickiness on my hand didn’t. I watched her orgasm and soaked in the sight of her face. I knew right then that I wanted to see that over and over for the rest of my life. I lightly teased her clit, prolonging her release until she collapsed against me. I withdrew my hand and brought it to my lips, where I cleaned my fingers a second time.
“How did I do?” I asked her.
“Do? Incredible. I’ve never come that hard before. Thank you, doesn’t cover it. But that leaves me to pleasure you,” she mumbled.
“You don’t have to do anything else. Watching you come was amazing,” I assured her.
Slowly, Anastasia pressed back into a seated position on my lap.
“I’m not doing it as some form of payback. I want to touch you the way you did me. I need to feel your hot, hard cock in my hand. I want to know what you taste like and what you look like when you achieve completion. I need to know what it’s like to have your cock in my mouth as you spill your cum inside of it.”
“Jesus,” I hissed, unable to say more.
“Let me touch you, taste you, Reign. Please,” Anastasia pleaded.
I took a deep breath and blew it out. Then, I kissed her urgently. It lasted for several moments before I let go and pushed her back so she could see my zipper.
“You do whatever you want. That includes stopping if things get out of hand or you’re ready to be finished,” I roughly told her.
Anastasia’s face showed excitement as she slid further down my legs, making enough room between us so she could undo my jeans. She had them undone in a blink. That’s when she discovered I wasn’t wearing any underwear. My cock peeked out, straining to be free. She gasped.
I shuddered when she ran her fingertips down the shaft and then back up to circle the head, where she gathered precum. When she lifted her hand, she held my gaze as she sucked her precum-covered digits into her mouth. Her moan made my cock jump. Anastasia thoroughly cleaned them before removing her fingers from her mouth.
“I need more,” she rasped.
And just like that, she pushed herself to my shins, grasped the sides of my waistband, and tugged. I helped by lifting my ass off the lounger so she got my jeans pulled down to my mid-thighs. Her hand came up to grip the base of my cock and to cup my sac. I groaned. My groan grew louder when she stroked up and down my length as she kneaded my balls. However, what made me shout was when she lowered her head and sucked the head of my cock inside her hot mouth.
Not only did it feel incredible, but I discovered my woman knew how to worship my cock. She did it more than to reciprocate for the fingering I gave her. I could tell when awoman liked giving head versus when she did it out of a sense of obligation.
As more of my shaft disappeared in her mouth, I brought a hand to rest on her head. I didn’t push her further down on me. I let it rest there. When she’d hit an extra sensitive spot, I’d hiss and flex my hand in her hair. It seemed to make her pump, suck, and take my cock deeper when I did. Everything she did felt amazing, and I told her that. But all too soon, I felt the urge to come rising within me.
“Anastasia, I’m getting close. You’d better stop, or you’ll get a mouthful,” I warned.
My toes were curling, and the tingling was moving toward my lower back and into my sac. Her response wasn’t to let go of me. Instead, she took my cock deeper and increased the suction as well as the stroking.
Seconds later, I threw back my head and growled as my cock kicked repeatedly in her mouth. She swallowed every drop of cum I gave her. When I finished coming, Anastasia gently lapped up and down my length, cleaning away any residual cum. I sat back in the lounger, panting.
“You tasted divine, Reign,” she whispered.
“Christ, you’re a miracle, baby. Come up here,” I said, as I leaned to grasp her under the arms.
