“I want to taste you.”
“Want to practise your oral skills?”
Indeed he did. He’d blogged about his resolutions a few days before, and came to the conclusion that the one thing he really wanted was to get better at oral sex.
Now, I love a bit of flickering tongue between my thighs, so, last night, I was a very willing test subject. I’ve got quite a sensitive clit on me. Not going to lie, it can be ridiculously uncomfortable at times, because it makes me squeak like a mad woman. And considering we share a door with his parents, that’s not a thing I particularly want in my life.
But last night, something amazing happened. I didn’t freak out. As his lovely warm tongue flicked and licked my clit, I felt melty and fuzzy. My head was clear, my heart swelled with affection for this man who was feasting on me so vigorously.
After ages of floating on a little cloud, he sat up.
“Don’t want to give you beard rash, baby.” he smiled.
“Ehm. I don’t care.”
“You can do that again. Any time you like.”
And with nothing but enthusiasm, I swung my legs over his back and guided him into my willing pussy. It felt good. It felt ridiculously good. And, also, I had no idea I could actually swing my legs over his back.
It was that delirious mix of making love through fucking. His cock filled me up so fantastically. I couldn’t get enough.
It seemed like several hours had passed when he finally lay down next to me.
“You okay, sweetie?”
“Yeah. I kinda want to come for you though.”
“Yeah. I want to come for you again too.”
We settled in position and watched each other as we frigged and jerked ourselves, until we could do no more. Spent, we let ourselves relax and fall asleep…