“Wow. I guess it’s definitely time for me to meet him, then.”
“Yes…long overdue. You’ll love him. He’s extremely charismatic and down-to-earth. Mom took to him right away. Of course, she had no clue who his father is.”
“Well, that’s about to change. The sooner you tell her, the better.”
“Okay, Sunday it is, then.”Dex stood just outside of my bedroom with his arms crossed. With a seductive gaze, he watched me intently as I tied my hair up.
Wearing a black, button-down dress, you would have thought I was going to a wake instead of my mother’s birthday party. I was definitely not in the mood to celebrate anything, and my nerves were acting up because I knew that once the celebration wound down, I would be talking to her about the affair.
“You’re extremely tense,” he said, slowly approaching my spot at the mirror.
“I am.”
Dex came up behind me and placed his hand on my ass. “Don’t be. I’ve got your back.”
I pushed my tush into his hand. “That’s not my back.”
He squeezed. “You have the most amazing ass, but I was being serious.”
I turned to him and wrapped my arms around his neck before giving him a peck on the lips. “I know.”
Dex looked into my eyes for a while before he said, “I want to help you relax before we leave.”
“How are you going to manage that?”
“It’s time your pussy became acquainted with my mouth.”I’d started out just teasing her. As she lay back on the bed with her black dress hiked up to her waist, I kissed up and down her thighs and over her stomach. Her breathing was heavy, and it was hard to tell if that was from anticipation or nerves.
There was only one way to find out and that was to press my tongue against her clit. The moan that escaped her was all the confirmation I needed that she was more than okay with this.
With each movement of my tongue, I wanted her to know how badly I’d wanted this, how good it felt to finally taste her. My cock was beyond ready to explode as I dove my mouth into her while she moved her hips beneath me. I pulled her thighs toward me to bring her body up closer against my face, and inhaled her.
It felt so good to give her pleasure that I’d almost forgotten it wasn’t supposed to be about me. This was about getting her to come so hard against my face that she had no choice but to be relaxed tonight. Yet, I was the one with the rock-hard erection and an insatiable need to keep devouring her, to prolong this.
I’d always loved going down on women, but I could honestly say that never before had I felt like I could come from the act alone. With Bianca, it was different. Giving her intense pleasure, watching her bodily sensations override the thoughts in her mind was truly as arousing as it was fascinating.
Aside from a thin landing strip, she was mostly shaved. I knew she’d feel the effects of my stubble rubbing against her tomorrow.
I came up for air long enough only to lick my fingers before sliding them inside her while I continued to eat her out. I loved the feel of her hands gripping my hair for dear life. If that didn’t mean she was enjoying it, I didn’t know what did. When I sensed she was close, I slowed down my pace, only to have her push my head deeper into her. Apparently, I was a fool for thinking I was the one in control. Applying more pressure, I felt her beautiful pulsating pussy climax against my tongue. I kept at it unwaveringly until her hips stopped moving.
Bianca’s body was limp as she lay back on the bed.
“Wow,” she breathed out. “That was…wow.”
“We’re going to be late,” I said with a smug grin. “After the party, I’m taking you back to my place tonight. And anything and everything you let me do…I’m gonna do to you. Get dressed while I go to the bathroom.”
With her taste still on my tongue, I ventured into the bathroom and jerked myself off, replaying the last several minutes in my head, feeling like there was no going back after tonight; I needed to be inside her later.Bianca’s mother greeted us at the door to her sister’s house. “It’s so good to see you again, Dex.”
“Happy birthday, Eleni.”
Bianca looked around. “Where’s Alexandra?”
“She just went out to grab some candles for the cake. I told her not to bother, but you know your sister. She wants everything to be perfect. I told her it was better not to burn the house down with the number of candles on my cake this year.”
Bianca looked at me sheepishly. “What do you know…a birthday cake this week that’s not for me.”