I flicked my tongue over her clit once and she gasped. I dipped to her vagina, tasting her tangy juices and sliding them over her folds. I let one of my fingers play around the entrance of her vagina while I licked, teasing just inside. I could feel the heat of her on my lips, and paused to kiss her clitoris softly. It was already swelling from the attention.
She made a quiet whimpering noise and I imagined she was hoping for more. I relented and began to bathe her clit in long slow strokes, pausing momentarily to suck at it gently before returning my tongue to flicking and licking it. As I slowly thrust first one finger, then a second into her pussy, I was sure Matt could hear how wet she had become. Her hips began to move in time with my tongue so I moved away from her pussy, not wanting her to come too quickly.
“I supposed we should continue with the agenda for this afternoon,” I teased her. Her eyes flashed open and she bit her lip, nodding with a small smile. I moved between Matt’s legs.
“There are two things to remember when giving a blow job,” I had told her this morning. “Actually,” I corrected, “three things.” I checked them off on my fingers. “You want to watch your teeth; use enough lubrication; and most importantly, you need to enjoy yourself.” I had smiled as I considered. “Giving a blow job can be an incredibly erotic and powerful sensation. There’s really nothing like it.”
I was looking forward to this. As much as I had enjoyed going down on Liane, I was craving the feeling of a cock in my mouth.
Liane sat up and moved closer to me, watching my movements. Just as I had with her, I ran my tongue along Matt’s inner thigh. He had neatly trimmed his public hair, for which I was very grateful. I stroked his balls with my tongue, circling closer to his shaft, tracing the line of the vein between them. He smelled of soap with that distinctive musty undertone that I found so arousing in men. I was already wet, but now my clit pulsed and I pressed my pelvis harder to the mattress.
I slowly traced my tongue along his shaft, moving closer to the tip and then pausing to circle and move lower again, teasing. On the next upward stroke, I used my tongue to brush against the edge of the head before returning to long slow strokes. I loved to draw this part out, imagining the anticipation he must be feeling, wondering if on the next stroke, I would reach the sensitive tip and suck him into my mouth.
A bead of moisture formed on his tip. My mouth watered with my own anticipation. I continued up the shaft to that droplet, licking it slowly and savouring the taste and slippery texture of it. I circled the head of his cock with my tongue before lowering my mouth onto him. He gasped. My tongue continued back and forth motions along his shaft as I moved his cock deeper into my mouth, reaching the back of my throat. I consciously relaxed my throat muscles and brought him deeper for a moment before sliding back up.
Liane watched me intently. She licked her lips and I gripped the base of Matt’s cock, angling it towards her mouth. Her turn. She mimicked the circular licking and the long strokes I had made with my tongue before sucking him into her mouth. She bobbed her head and I slowed her with my hand. “Gentle,” I told her. She returned to the slow licking.