OH GOD…
I gasped loudly, clutching his head as he went down on me. Kyle’s mouth was warm and wet, his stubble tickling the sensitive skin on my inner thighs as he slowly dragged his tongue through the shallows of my pussy…
“You’re wet,” he murmured into me. “So sopping wet…”
I responded with a groan, rolling my fingers into his hair. I needed him deeper, and he responded by burying his tongue inside me as far as it would go.
Holy shit holy shit holy shit…
I couldn’t believe it was happening. And yet it was, and I was absolutely thrilled. Any last reservations I might’ve had just dropped away, obliterated by the sheer wanton pleasure of having this beautiful man devour me with his perfect mouth.
He inserted a finger, and I jumped for joy. My pussy had been aching for penetration since the moment I’d neglected it to pick up his phone call.
“God you taste good,” Kyle whispered sweetly. He glanced up at me for a second, and I found myself looking down. The sight of his handsome, rugged jaw moving against my folds made me even wetter… if such a thing were possible.
He worked me over, licking and sucking, adding a second finger as I clawed at his head. His tongue was amazing. It fluttered over my clit, even as his fingers began crooking in that familiar ‘come hither’ motion that always ended up at my G-spot.
“You… you have to fuck me…”
I was desperate for him. As good as it felt, as quickly as I could feel my orgasm building, I needed him inside me at the moment of ultimate release.
Kyle pulled back for a moment. His chin was glazed. His smile was bright and beautiful. I smiled back, purring in satisfaction and even dipping my own finger inside myself as he lifted his shirt over his head.
His bare chest came into view, and I swooned.
Every curve, every line — all of it was sculpted symmetrically over his sun-bronzed body. Kyle’s stomach was unreal. His abdominals were six or eight pads of stark, rippled muscle that created wave after wave of delicious peaks and valleys. The definition was so sharp, so cut, it led all the way down to his nether-regions in a perfect ‘V’.
“Please…” I begged, sawing two long fingers in and out of my pussy. I could hear how wet I was down there. “Show me…”
Smirking, Kyle dropped his boxers and his cock sprang free. It was already hard, long and thick at the base with a smooth, beautiful head. He kept one hand on it, stro
king it up and down a few times while looking right into my eyes.
Then he shifted forward and positioned himself between my legs.
YES…
Reaching down, I helped guide him against my entrance. With the head of his cock pressed against the tender folds of my pussy, I seductively bit my lip.
“Do it…”
Kyle clenched his beautiful ass and pushed forward in one long, agonizing stroke. He penetrated me inch by inch, sinking all the way inside until I felt his balls, heavy and full, pressed tightly against my ass.
“Ohhhhhh fuck…”
Now it was his turn to moan, his turn to gasp. Kyle’s expression was rapturous, his eyes unfocused and far away. He stayed buried inside me for a few seconds, savoring the moment, before finally pulling back and then driving into me again.
“Holy shit Sammara…”
I smiled, and he kissed me. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths as he fucked me, slowly and tenderly, for the first two or three dozen strokes.
Then I felt his body go rigid, and I knew I was in for it.
“OH!”
He didn’t just pick up speed, it was an awakening. Kyle’s arms moved with hydraulic strength as they shoved my thighs wide. His fingers dug in as he began pushing and pulling, driving himself harder and faster and yes, deeper into my body with every thrust.
“Fuck… oh fuck… oh FUCKKKKKK…”