Lip Service (Private Relations 2)

Gasping, her head fell back against his chest. She made no pretense of watching the movie now. She couldn’t concentrate on anything but the ache between her thighs.

His other hand slid up her shirt, this time making direct contact with her nipple. He rolled it gently between his thumb and forefinger.

Chloe arched her back, pressing herself against his hands. He began swirling his fingers against her now, drawing slow circles. Audibly moaning now, Chloe was on the edge of coming when he lowered his mouth down and bit the place where her neck and shoulder met.

Crying out in surprise, she came, bucking against his hand and moaning his name. Moving his hands slightly, he gentled his touch, letting her orgasm wind down.

When he continued to stroke her lightly, indirectly she tensed and said, “I’m usually a little sensitive aft—”

“I’ll be gentle,” he said roughly. “But I know you’ve got at least one more in there and it’s mine.”

Chloe felt her breath clog up in her throat. Fuck. He was so sexy.

Exhaling shakily, she said, “Then by all means, take it.”

Growling against her neck, he lightly massaged her breast with one hand and continued to stroke her pussy with the other. Surprisingly, she felt her body immediately respond to him.

A few moments later, he slid a single digit inside her, stroking her around her clit, but not making direct contact with it.

“Too much,” he asked, mumbling against her neck.

“No,” Chloe panted. “Fuck. You’re good at that.”

“You’re so fucking responsive. I love that.”

Saying that, he stroked her clit directly now, seeming to know that she was on the verge of coming all over his hand again. He rubbed her more firmly.

Crying out now, she tilted her hips toward his hand, and came so hard she thought she was going to lose consciousness.

Chris moved his hand out of her panties, resting it against her thigh and said, “The noises you make when you come are so sexy. You have no idea.”

Chloe was almost gasping now, trying to catch her breath. She leaned against him, limp and boneless for a couple of minutes.

Then, bringing her knees up, she said, “That’s the hardest I

’ve ever come in my life.”

Squeezing her thigh with his hand, he said, “Glad I got to be there for it.”

Turning herself partially to face him, she pressed her lips against his. Her hip nudged his very prominent erection as she leaned in to deepen the kiss.

She reached out to graze his cock lightly with her hand after she had turned to fully face him and said, “That’s impressive. Would you mind terribly if I put that in my mouth?”

Blinking in surprise, he said, “Be my guest.”

“No, no. I don’t want to take advantage. If you don’t want my lips around your cock, then I won’t force you.”

“It’s no trouble. Really.”

Bringing her hand to the button on his shorts, she said, “If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” he said, nodding seriously.

Unbuttoning the shorts and unzipping the zipper, she said, “We may need to scoot these down,” indicating the underwear he’d pulled back on.

He lifted his hips, and she pulled the shorts and underwear down to free his erection. Stroking her hand over it, she adjusted herself on the chaise so her mouth could easily reach him.

Leaning down, she swirled her tongue over the tip. His hand immediately moved to tangle in her hair. Reaching her hand down, she grasped him, stroking firmly, as she slid her mouth down his hard length.