"Yes. I will." I lowered my head.
"You don't need to be ashamed. Just tell me. I'll make it worth your while. Very worth your while." He reached behind me and unclasped my bra. "There." His hands moved down my back and to the waistline of my skirt. I began to unbutton it, but he stopped me. "I'll get it. Stand up." I stood; his fingers moved very swiftly. Soon all I had on was my sopping panties. "Beautiful," he said, planting a kiss on each nipple. I suddenly felt bold.
"I want you out of your clothes, too."
"All in good time. I've got all night." His voice is so sexy! "But now, I want you to lie down." I did as he said. His mouth attacked me again: eyes, chin, throat, nipples, and blazed a trail down to the band of my panties. I spread my legs a little, encouraging him. He sat up. I closed my eyes and rolled them. "I saw that." He stood. "Just for that, I'm going to go extra slow." He pulled his T-shirt over his head. Nice, well-toned chest. Large, dark nipples...and he's as excited as I am. Of course, I can see that in the jeans. Slightly rounded tummy, not too fat yet not too thin. I felt the urge to kiss it. I beckoned with a pleading look on my face. He shook his head. "Haste makes waste." Whatever, Captain Cliche. I wonder how he can afford to be so excruciating. He unbuttoned his fly, but left his jeans on. I could see his whities poking out. "I take it you like what you see."
"Yes, now get over here!" He walked back over to me, grinning. I pulled him down and attempted to devour him with my mouth. My hands roamed over his firm chest, tweaking his nipples (which made him gasp for a change, I'm proud to say); moving over his tummy, to his open fly. My hand caressed the bulge within, grazing it softly with my nails. He moaned. I broke off our kiss. "I want to suck you." He raised an eyebrow. I'm not sure whether I told him back at the bar, but I love oral sex. I can't get enough of it--giving and receiving. His look indicated that I hadn't. He'll just have to find out.
"What do we say?"
"Please." He stood up in front of me. I pushed his jeans further down and he stepped out of them. I pulled him towards me. I lowered his underwear. His penis appeared, erect, red, and throbbing. I licked my lips. I reached under and took his balls into my right hand. With a glance at him, I took him into my mouth. My left hand wound round his warm shaft, squeezing just a little. I ran my tongue around his head, cleaning away the precum that was dribbling out. He gasped loudly, bucking forward. Suddenly, he moved to sit, pulling me with him. He turned my body so that my mound was right over his face. His index finger moved over my clit. I moaned, sucking on his head. I moved him into my mouth, trying to take as much of him in as I could. I felt his tongue probing the entrance to my vagina. I grinned mentally, thinking of my juices on his face. I licked him up, down, and over his cock. He bucked his hips, fucking my mouth.
“So, you do like sucking cock, don’t you?” His breath was warm on my sensitive skin.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly.
“Say it.”
“I like sucking you.”
“No.” He quickly and deftly pressed two fingers into me. I was dripping at this point, so it was not difficult for him. I nearly came with the suddenness of the movement. He expanded the space between his fingers. I hunched back. He moved his fingers back. “Tell me what you like.” His thumb lazily wound around my clit, making my legs shudder. If he keeps doing that…but he stopped, awaiting my correction.
“I like sucking…” Oh, God. I can’t say this! But I want him to keep fingering me, so…”I like sucking your…I like sucking your cock.” I whispered urgently.
“Very good. I want to taste your pussy.” I felt his lips surround my clit, and he sucked in. I threw my head back, then down to his cock. Wrapping my lips around his sensitized head, I sucked in as well. My body was hit with a shattering orgasm, my cries drowned by the meat in my mouth. With my other hand, I could feel his balls swelling, and he began his orgasm, spurting warm cum into my mouth. “God, woman! Yes, yes! So GOOD!” We collapsed to the bed. I raised up, straddling his face. He smiled up at me.
“So you liked my sucking your cock.”
“I liked licking your pussy. But I’m not done with you yet, my vixen.” Hmmm, never had a man call me that before. “Just reach into that drawer.” He pointed toward the nightstand. I opened the drawer and saw an assortment of condoms. I looked back at him. “Safety first.” He winked. I nodded. Having selected an “ultra-thin second skin”…and made him hard again in the process, I moved to the head of the bed, legs spread.
And all I can hear are those words...
“Come and get me,” I said in my most seductive voice. He moved towards me, cock protruding. His hands moved to my hips, my arms wound around his back. His cock moved up against my clitoris. I gasped, then looked up at him. “Fuck me.” He reached down and kissed me. I bucked my hips upward, pulling him inside me. His mouth went to my throat, nipping at my sensitive flesh as I wrapped my legs around him. “Yes…” He drew back, readying for the next assault. I pulled him to me again. “I want you to fuck me.” He understood. He chuckled, then entered me again. I flexed my PC muscles, trying to make him come; I needed it so bad. I wanted him to come.
He filled me, I could feel him—all of him, his blood vessels even. I thrust up to meet him, urging him on, faster…faster…deeper…he grunted with his effort, his face masked in concentration. “Come on,” I encouraged him. “Come on, baby, make me come. Make me come!” He silenced me with his mouth, tongue mimicking the motion of his penis. I was adrift on a sea of sensation. Oh, yes…baby…yes…yes! I came first, the walls of my vagina pulsing rhythmically. He cried out his orgasm, and with one final, hard thrust he was spent. We held on to each other, riding out our pleasure.
Once our breathing had become normal enough to talk, I looked at him.
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure…and yours.” He smiled and kissed me again. After that night, I would be doing a lot of talking.
