Stacy Vs. SEAL

The deliberate and slow way that he touches me makes me feel...okay this is dumb but I seriously feel like he treats me like a princess. Who knew that there were real life guys like this? I've been slumming it with horn dogs and perv bags. Or at the very least, men who's tongues don't feel like they're altering the pull of gravity and plummeting heaven down to earth.

Seriously, his tongue works over my nipple and I am moaning. Like, real moaning in a loud and needy way.

Sanders releases that nipple and moves to the other, and his other hand starts stroking over the wet vee of my panties.

"Stacy, you need me, don't you, on that wet pussy of yours?" Sanders growls against my skin, the purr bringing a vibration to my nipple. He captures it in his teeth and I let out a long, insistent moan.

"Yes, oh, god, you said on," I say, grinning stupidly.

Sanders lets out a hearty chuckle that rumbles through his body, and on my own. "Yeah." His hand dips into my panties. "I wanna taste you, Stacy," he says, hot breath over my wet nipple making me tingle. "I want you coming all over my face before I even slide a finger inside that pussy." His fingers tease through my folds, long, wide fingers working through the moisture that's made my pussy slick with need.

I have no doubt that just that tongue could kill me with a thousand orgasms, and just the thought is making my clit twitch. His palm against my clit makes me grind my hips, humping up against his hand with lust and need. I'm aching for him to touch my pussy more. Not this teasing! How am I supposed to take any more of this and not scream?

Sanders swirls his tongue over my hard nipple and groans against my skin, then releases my nipple. His mouth nibbles down until he reaches my panties. He hooks both thumbs in and pulls them down. I wiggle out of them for him, helping him get me naked as soon as possible.

His eyes look up into mine as he lowers his face there. Sanders grasps my hands, interlocking our fingers and holding me tight.

When his mouth hits my pussy, I'll be the one doing the squeezing.

Without breaking our eye contact, Sanders brings out his tongue and takes the flat, wide length of it out, hovering over my pussy. Dropping the underside to rest on my folds for just a second, Sanders draws his tongue down and then rolls it back up.

My eyes close in ecstasy. I'm squee

zing his hands all right, and wriggling beneath him.

His tongue is sliding over me, taking in every drop of moisture my arousal created on my pussy, and creating even more with the way he's touching me. He shakes his face over my pussy and gets right at my clit, his tongue delving in with a gentle, but insistent, point.

I bite my lip. A scream builds in my throat, needing to shout out in reaction to this intense pleasure that he's giving me.

His tongue glides over my clit, touching it just enough to make me whimper with a begging need.

Sanders wiggles his face over my pussy, his tongue and lips touching every inch of me and then returning to kiss around my clit so softly I'm trembling for him.

I shake my own hips under him, desperate to do something to aid the budding pressure within me. Agony and ecstasy contort my face and tense every muscle in my body.

Sanders closes his mouth over my clit.

The suction on my clit draws every nerve in my body to be extensions of that sensation. A burbling wave of pleasure boils through me in every vein, all through my body. Heat floods my core and makes me shudder. Rolling waves course through me, each wave set off by his tongue as it pleases me.

Whimpering, groaning, crying out, I feel that all building within me to the point of orgasm. I rock against his face, ready to let go and feel what's happening. My hands squeeze his with a death grip.

Sanders squeezes back and suckles on my clit like nothing I have ever felt before. The raging intensity of pleasure in my body crests with every touch. The rise and fall of my breath heightens each sensation. Coming harder than I ever have in my life, my legs spasm like I'm having some sort of seizure. My senses collide into a kaleidoscope of sensation. I taste the summer in my mouth, hear the sounds of my moaning, scent the sex in the air, feel his face pressed so intimately into my body's pleasure center. My nipples ache, my stomach burns with molten heat. My throat is raw from the screams that are tearing out in whimpers and groans. The air is filled with the scent, and the slick sound of his face on my pussy brings me back to life as he goes back to licking the folds of my pussy to square off the intense pleasure he's created. My clit is so sensitive right now, I'm grateful. But the lust crazed part of me wants to bring our joined hands down and press him back on my pussy.

If his mouth can do this, what will his cock do to me?

Reality crashes back around me, settling me in the tides I'd been following in my relentless pursuit of my orgasm. Sanders is not even naked. I haven't seen what he's packing, but I'm certain it is serious heat. He must be more than ready for fucking, and I need to show him just how good he made my pussy feel. I'm in the mood for showing just how much commitment I have to this night being his reward. I want to suck his cock until his eyes roll back in his head and he's coming in my face. More accurately, down my throat. I'll take a creamy throat pop now for my own exertions. No one said a princess had to be totally selfless.

Releasing my firm grasp on Sanders, I pull my hands away and press them to his chest. I run my fingers across the cotton of his shirt.

He looks up at me, and he looks almost more like a weapon than a man, so focused on his goal. I know what that goal is before I look down. But that trouser monster there, his huge cock tenting up his pants? I know what he wants.

"Let me show you how much I appreciate those gold star oral skills," I say with a grin.

"I wanna fuck that sweet pussy," Sanders says in a low voice.

I'm not the type to take no for an answer.

"Thanks, and you will...but first, I want to taste what you're packing," I tell him, licking my lips. I reach out for his belt but he moves my hands away