New Year Second Chance

So she can do naughty, too, huh? I love it.

This time around, though, I’m the naughtier one.

I pull my finger out of Jenna’s mouth and start with my feast. I lick the circle over her left breast first, making sure to drag the tip my tongue slowly. I sense her holding her breath. I can almost feel her heart pounding. Then I rub her nipple with my tongue. Fast. Jenna lets out a gasp.

I do the same with her other breast – slow first and then fast. I lick her skin thoroughly to make sure there’s no trace of frosting left. Then I suck. Jenna throws her head back.

I suck on her other breast as well, then I move to the heart-shaped frosting. I dip my tongue in the middle first, right in her navel, which makes her draw in a sharp breath. Then I slowly lick the frosting. Jenna’s belly quivers. Her gasps combine with suppressed giggles which escape eventually.

She grips my hair. “Dax, stop! That tickles.”

I look into her eyes. “Well, you don’t want to have a sticky belly, do you?”

I guess she doesn’t, because she lets my hair go. I lick up the rest of the frosting as Jenna muffles her giggles against her arm. After it’s all gone, I trace a heart around her belly button just with my tongue. Then I go back to the topper between her breasts. I pick that up between my teeth and move Jenna’s arm away so I can slip half into her mouth. Our lips meet and she bites at the same time I do.

I watch her chew on the topper as I do the same.

“You know, I didn’t get to eat a cupcake earlier,” Jenna says after she swallows. “It’s actually good. At least, the frosting and the topper are.”

I grin. “I know something that tastes even better, though.”

I kneel between her legs and plant a kiss on top of her panties. Then I pull them off. After I toss them away, I bury my face between her thighs. I graze her nub with the tip of my tongue and she trembles.

I tease that bud of flesh until I get it to bloom. Jenna’s moans spill out while her fingers dig into my shoulders. By the time I slip my tongue inside her, she’s soaking wet. I make her even wetter as I lap up the nectar oozing out of her.

Yup. This is the sweetest treat of all.

Jenna’s fingers move to my hair. She pulls at the tendrils as her thighs quiver and threaten to trap me in between. I push them aside and continue to eat her up. A tent forms in my pants but I ignore it for as long as I can.

When I no longer can and I feel Jenna getting close to her climax as well, I stop. I kiss her mouth to give her a taste of the exquisite confection I’ve just indulged in as I take off my belt. She doesn’t tell me it’s good, but she’s not complaining, either.

I pull my mouth away so I can unbutton my pants and pull down the zipper. I take out my hard cock and grip her thighs. I let the tip of my cock graze her drenched entrance a few times, each time letting out a deep breath as I feel heat and excitement rush through my veins.

Then I push in. I clench my jaw as my cock enters that wet and silky passage. The farther I go, the hotter and tighter she seems to be. When my cock is halfway in, I stop. I draw a deep breath and pull out before giving a powerful thrust that fills that tunnel to the brim.

Jenna lets out a loud gasp. Her hands clutch at the side and back of the couch. I give her one more kiss and then start pounding into her. The couch creaks.

Somehow, this reminds me of the first time we had sex. Wasn’t that on a couch, too?

I still remember how she looked then – as stunning and fascinating as she does now with her cheeks burning and her eyes half lidded. Tears glisten on her lashes. Her lips are slightly parted, soft cries escaping from the gap.

I kiss them again and Jenna wraps her arms around me. I swallow her moans as I jerk my hips faster, feeling the frenzy taking over.

I hold it at bay until I feel Jenna start to tremble, then I let it consume me. I manage a few more thrusts into that tunnel just before it tightens around me and holds me captive. Jenna’s cries spill out as her nails dig into my back. Grunts vibrate in my throat as I empty myself inside her.

When I’ve been milked of every last drop and the sheath around my cock starts to loosen, I plant a kiss on Jenna’s forehead and free myself from her arms. They fall to her sides. I pull out my cock and tuck it back inside my boxers. I put my pants back on as well and sit on the couch as I catch what breath still evades me.