With my fingers, I eased her lips apart, revealing her pink juiciness and her winking hole. I made sure to keep eye contact with her this time, as I hardened my tongue and probed her. I licked upward again, bringing her sweet-tart creaminess with me. Her clit was starting to show itself, so I licked it thoroughly. Her answering jump was more violent, and the tremors in her long thigh muscles lasted a lot longer.
“Relax. Let me do this. We both want it,” I murmured, reaching up to caress one fine breast.
“I’m trying to relax,” she whined, her pretty lower lip caught between white teeth.
“Good,” I said. Her labia were swollen now with want, the petals opening so I didn’t need to hold them. I combed her soft, short curls between my fingers for a moment, and then slid my middle finger to her opening. “May I?” I asked.
She didn’t answer – just nodded, still nibbling on her lip. God, she looked beautiful and sexy like that. I wish I had had a camera at that moment. I would carry a photo in my wallet of her honey-colored hair strewn on the pillow, her brow furrowed, the way she does when she’s concentrating at work. The pupils of her baby blue eyes were large and deep, echoing the desire her pouting mouth showed. How any man could not want her the way I did was beyond me.
I slid my finger inside. She was warm, almost hot, and I could feel the same tension in these muscles that I had seen in her quivering thighs. It would be easy to make her cum.
Fingering her gently, I sucked and licked at her clit. Her moans turned to lower, more guttural gasps. She seemed to pump herself up with these, suddenly exploding into the music and movements of a strong orgasm. We held each other locked in place, her heels digging into my back and her thighs shielding my ears from her yell. I pulled her sex tight to my face, the fingers of my free hand dug into the firm flesh of her ass cheeks, licking her again and again, relishing both her flavor and her sounds.
I pulled my finger from her, and licked up her spilled nectar. That’s when I heard her mutter, “You have to stop. You have to stop, please.”
“Why?”
“I need you to hold me. My heart is racing,” her shaky voice said.
I moved up and lay on my back again, pulling her against me. Her fists were clenched against my chest when I first kissed her, like a frightened child, but soon, she flattened her fingers against me and kissed me back like a satisfied woman. She seemed to relax as I stroked my hand lightly along her luscious ass cheeks.
Eventually, she breathed, “Your face is wet. I’m tasting myself on you. That was better than any ten of the orgasms I give myself combined.”
“I thought you might like oral sex,” I said, kissing her gently again.
“You were right. I’m going to want to do that again.”
“Good,” I said. “I liked doing it.”
“I want to do that for you,” she said, playing with the sparse, graying hair on my chest. Propping herself up on one elbow, she said, “Lift your hips so I can get your underwear off.
She pulled them down, revealing my manhood. It stood proud, happy to be in the fresh air. She just looked at it for a minute, her brow furrowing slightly again, and then pulled my shorts off the rest of the way and tossed them on the floor.
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