She ran her tongue up my thigh, teasing closer to my slit. I was glad I had waxed earlier in the week – it was still very smooth and I could enjoy every delicious sensation. Her hands moved to my buttocks, stroking and kneading, and I spread my legs farther apart in a tacit request. She obligingly ran her tongue closer to the edges of my pussy. I could feel my own arousal like a wet heaviness. She finally connected with my clit and I let out a moan. I placed one foot up on the couch next to her, giving her easier access. Oh God, it felt amazing! It seemed like it had been forever since someone had licked me.
My hands resting lightly on her shoulders for support, I looked up and noticed Matt. He was sitting in the chair I had vacated and his hand was resting on the bulge in his pants. It was brighter than it had been in the candlelit bedroom last night and I had a much clearer view. As he noticed me watching him, he unzipped his pants and reached in to pull out his cock. He squeezed the shaft and then used his thumb to rub the precum over the tip, slowly stroking while he watched us.
I was pulled back to Liane abruptly when I felt a finger slowly move into my pussy. Her tongue continued its light flicks as first one finger then a second thrust easily into me. I was so tightly wound that I was afraid I would come if she continued much longer and I wanted to draw this out. I pulled on her shoulders and she stood. I kissed her firmly, tasting myself as she opened her mouth eagerly to mine. I rubbed my pelvis against her and felt the coarse fabric of her jeans on my pussy.
“I have to taste you,” I gasped, my hands shaking as I undid her pants and quickly slid them off her. She was now standing in front of me, her neatly trimmed bush level with my face. She stepped sideways out of her pants and underwear and, as I had done, placed on foot on the couch. Her hands rested on my head and I bent to lick and nibble my way towards her most sensitive areas. I breathed in the smell of her arousal before allowing my tongue to connect with her clit. She cried out and I looked up briefly. Her head was tilted back and I noticed that her bra had been removed and replaced by a set of hands. Matt was standing behind her and from what I could see, he was also naked. I watched his fingers begin to play with her nipples as I returned to my task.
I lapped at her pussy, circling her clit with my tongue, teasing along the sides, before sliding one, then a second finger into her. Her hands pressed more firmly on my head, pushing me into her groin. I reached around to squeeze her ass and my hand connected with other skin. Matt. From the brief contact, I could tell that his erect penis was poking into her, but as much as I wanted to grasp and stroke it, I restrained myself. Not sure if Liane would go for that and I had plenty to occupy my attention.
Her breath was coming more raggedly and I focused my actions on her clit, feeling it become hard as her orgasm approached. She gasped once and came with a small gush over my fingers. My own clit pulsed and throbbed as I slowed my tongue movements. Her hands on my head loosened.