Kissing My Dad's Friend

And he’s barely even getting started.

He keeps going, not releasing my bikini from his teeth, but peeling it all the way down my body with his mouth alone. When he finally tugs it off my feet, I expect him to slide back up and warm me with his presence again. Instead, he picks up one of my legs and gently kisses the soft skin at the spot where my ankle meets my foot. His tongue lashes out, traces hot trails over me. He kisses his way slowly up, up. Over one calf, all the way up to my knee, where his tongue licks the back of it.

I shiver, my breath shuddering in my lungs. “That… mouth again,” I manage breathily.

He grins. “I want to taste every inch of you, little one.” With that, he lowers my leg back to the bed, switches to the other side, and does the same thing over, slow and steady. I could lose my mind from this treatment alone. From the pleasure of his hot mouth against me, and the alternating chills that race through my body as he kisses, licks, sucks, teases me. Finally, slowly, he makes his way back up to my thighs, which he parts gently. His hands reach up to grip my ass, and I obey the silent command, arching up against him.

Still, he moves slow. His tongue traces the crease where my thigh meets my hip, first one and then the next. His lips come back to trail across my mound, and he smiles against me, his lips touching my skin. “Nice and shaved for me,” he says softly. “I like that.”

I reach down, tentative at first, almost afraid to break this spell. But as he keeps moving, kissing lower, until his tongue brushes along the outer lips of my pussy, I can’t resist any longer. I bury my hands in his hair, enjoying the thick, full feeling of it, and how soft it feels between my fingertips.

He presses his mouth fully against my pussy, as if he’s kissing it, the same way he kisses my mouth, hard and fast. I gasp and let my head fall back against the cushions of the bed. One glance down at him between my legs reminds me of earlier in the pool. The way he balanced me on his back.

The way he touched me with my parents just a couple feet away. Like he’s doing now.

But the thought, far from taking me out of the moment or worrying me, only adds to the fire. This is me taking back control of my own life. This is me doing what’s best for me, and damn the consequences or what anyone else thinks.

Russ’s tongue parts my pussy lips and delves between them, thick and strong. Exploring. He trails it all the way along my slit, and I can already tell that I’m soaking wet, but he leans back to comment anyway, heat and amusement both dancing in those dark eyes. “God, I love how wet you get for me, Maggie. Tell me, are you this wet when you fantasize about me at night?”

“Every night,” I breathe, my cheeks flushing from the admission, not to mention the dirty words. But I might as well admit it. It’s true.

His grin widens. “You have no idea how hard it makes me to hear about that. About you touching yourself, thinking of me…”

“Sometimes…” My voice catches, and he pauses for a moment to watch me. I swallow hard. “Sometimes I use a vibrator too. When I think about you.”

He leans back in to lick me again, hard and fast, just once, his tongue lapping across me like an ice cream cone in a flavor he adores. “Tell me more,” he commands, his breath hot against my sensitive pussy, and it’s not the kind of command I can ignore.

I swallow around a lump in my throat. “I… I pictured us fucking right here in this room,” I murmur, my breath catching as his tongue reaches my clit, grazes over it in a way that makes my hips buck.

I tighten my grip on his hair, and he tightens his grip on my ass in return, his fingers leaving little marks dug into the soft skin of my ass. I want that. I want him to mark me. I want everyone to know I’m his.

“I pictured the way you’d know exactly how to pleasure me, even before I did. How you’d teach me about my body.”

“Like this, you mean, Maggie?” Russ presses his tongue inside me, then, and I cry out faintly at the feeling. His tongue parts my folds, presses deep into my pussy, easily. I’m soaked, and his tongue is so hot and wet. Fuck it feels incredible.

“I… yeah…” is all I can manage in response. He chuckles softly, and the vibration of him laughing makes my toes curl as I slowly raise my legs to drape them over his shoulders, hooking my ankles one around the other for balance. Something tells me I’ll need the extra help balancing for the next few minutes.