I’m right.
Russ eats my pussy like no one I’ve ever been with before. His tongue knows every spot, every trick and maneuver. He finds my G-spot easily with the tip, works at it while his hands knead my ass in a firm massage. Before I can even adjust to that, he moves again, pulling his tongue out to lap along me, and the way he licks and sucks at my clit, hard enough to build the excitement inside me, but never hard enough to let me reach a peak, at least not yet… well, it drives me wild.
Before long, I’ve forgotten all about staying silent, all about trying to behave. I’m just straight up begging. “Please, Russ. Please let me come.”
“You’ll come when I tell you to,” he breathes against me. “Not before.”
It’s torture. Beautiful, amazing, agonizing torture. His tongue licks me right up to the edge and then moves to a new spot, before I can finish. Finally, I’m panting for breath.
“Please, please,” I’m gasping, only vaguely aware that my mouth is even moving. All I want, all I need, with every fiber of my being, is to come. To come with this man’s tongue in my pussy.
“Okay, Maggie.” His eyes find mine again, and the sight of him looking up at me like that, kneeling between my legs, filled with desire, drives me wild. “Come for me.” Then his tongue presses into me again, hard and fast, and he’s licking me without any sense of control.
It only takes a few seconds. The orgasm has been building in me for almost an hour, practically since the moment he first hauled me onto his shoulders to play chicken in the pool. I let out a weak, strained cry as the peak sweeps through me, and my vision swims in and out, colors dancing on the edges of my vision.
“Again,” he orders, almost before the convulsing in my pussy and the racing adrenaline in my veins has even faded. But then his mouth is on me again, and this time his tongue laps over my clit, gently but firmly, making the already sensitive spot throb and ache.
My breath hitches, my hands fist in his hair, so tightly I’m sure it’s hurting him, but he doesn’t protest, which is good, because I doubt I could make myself stop. I come with a faint, distant cry, even weaker than the first one, which is probably a good thing, because again, I’d forgotten all about being silent.
My body shakes, twitches with the aftershocks of the orgasm. Russ draws away from me, and my pussy feels suddenly cold without his mouth clamped over it. But he’s already moving, thank god, leaning down along me, sliding back up my body until we’re nose to nose.
“You are a fucking wonder,” he breathes. He kisses me again, and I can taste myself on his lips, the salty sweet scent mingled with Russ’s own smell, a musky, masculine one that drives me wild.
His cock rests along my inner thigh, rock hard, thick and veined. When I shift my hips against his, his cock jumps against me, twitching with the force of his desire.
I reach down and slowly, gently, grasp the base of his cock in my fist. I draw him toward my entrance, my legs already spread, though I spread them even farther now, wrapping them around his waist.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I breathe, my heart still pounding from the double orgasm, my body feeling both loose and liquid, and filled with fire all at once.
“As if I could resist you for another second, little one.” He bends to kiss me once more, and at the same time, gently presses his hips forward, the tip of his cock parting my pussy lips. He reaches down and peels my hand from his cock, guides himself inside me instead. When the tip presses into me, I gasp, but his mouth swallows the sound, hot and hard.
So I let myself go. I moan into his lips, feel a sharp sting as he gently nips my lower lip. The slight pain contrasted with the pleasure as his cock drives farther and farther into me, an inch at a time, spreading my pussy wide, making me ache to contain him… It’s enough to have me starving all over again, hungry for his release this time, as well as mine.
I remember how good it felt when he came in me last time. I want to feel that again.
Finally, he’s pressed all the way inside me, and for a moment, he pulls away from my lips to regard me, both of us studying the other, our naked bodies pressed together for the first time, every muscle of his digging into every soft curve of mine. “I love this tight, wet pussy of yours,” he breathes, the dirty words only making my belly curl with pleasure.