With her spread-eagled before me, I leaned in close, taking a moment to breathe her in. That smell set something raging in the depths of my stomach, and with a low growl, I dragged my tongue slowly up her opening. She sank down into the sofa with a long groan. She tasted incredible — sweet and feminine — and I lapped it up eagerly. I didn't give her what she wanted straight away, taking my time teasing her folds and thrusting inside her while she squirmed above me, her clit flushed and throbbing just an inch away. With two fingers I spread her open, brushing that swollen nub ever so slightly before pulling back.
She moaned in protest. "Patience," I said. "I told you I wanted to take my time. I want to tease you like you tease me every second we're together. I want to watch you fall apart."
Her breathing quickened as I continued to pleasure her. I began licking that sensitive bundle of nerves intermittently, caressing just long enough to stoke her fire a little more, before focusing my attention elsewhere. She wasn't just going to come for me. She was going to have the mother of all orgasms. I drew her lips between my own, sucking gently and stroking with my tongue. Her skin down there was impossibly soft, and I wanted to taste it all. I could tell the pressure inside her was mounting. There was a vibration rolling through her muscles now, her body bucking desperately, trying to guide my tongue where she wanted, but I didn't relent. I wanted her to beg.
Soon enough, she did just that
"Logan, please."
I pulled back, my mouth poised over that gorgeous little nub. "Please what?"
"Please make me come."
"Like this?" I asked, my tongue darting out ever so briefly.
She sucked in a sharp breath. "Yes."
"Well, because you asked so nicely."
I honed in on her clit, licking fast and firm. The time for teasing had passed.
"Oh God, shit, yes! Just like that."
It didn't take long. Her muscles tensed, her voice spiking as her orgasm tore through her. It was an incredible sight, her body trembling and arching as I milked every ounce of pleasure I could from it. I would never get tired of watching that.
"Wow," she panted, when it had finally passed.
"Wow indeed," I replied, grinning up from between her legs. "You seemed to enjoy that."
She leaned forward and glanced down at my jeans. "So did you, by the looks of things."
"You're about to find out."
She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, am I, now?"
"Yep." I said, standing up. "You didn't think you got to have all the fun did you? I've been fantasizing about having those lips around my cock since the first day we met."
She laughed. "Now that really is perverted."
"Your fault for having such sexy lips. Get on your knees."
Again, she complied instantly, her hands reaching hungrily for my belt buckle. In a moment, I was as naked as her. She reached for my cock almost gingerly, but there was lust on her face once more. I let out a groan as her fingers closed around my shaft. Jesus Christ it felt good. She jerked it gently up and down, an expression that vaguely resembled wonder on her face.
"It won't bite," I said.
"But maybe I do," she replied, flashing a wicked little grin.
I laughed. "I guess I'm just going to have to take the risk."
She leaned closer, her mouth just an inch from my tip. I could feel her breath hot on my skin, those moist little lips staring up at me, beckoning. She drew one between her teeth, biting softly, and I thought I was going to lose my shit then and there, but then she was engulfing me.
Her mouth was soft and warm and wet, and it was basically the best thing I'd ever felt. Something low and primal rolled out from deep in my chest. This was what I'd been waiting for.
She was tentative at first, just teasing below the head, but as she found her rhythm she began to relax, gradually taking me deeper. Soon, she had more than a third of my length down her throat. Meanwhile, her tongue was doing something magical to the underside of my shaft, teasing and stroking like nothing I'd ever felt before.
"Jesus, where did you learn to give head like that?" I asked.
She pulled back momentarily. "I don't know. I'm just kind of winging it."