Page 17 of Their Romantic Chalet

Lavender surprises me by taking all of me down her throat, her tongue twisting around me the whole way. She looks a bit shocked and surprised that she’s doing this, but I smile her way. “You’re a natural. And I mean that in the most positive way I can imagine.”

She chuckles, the vibrations of her joy being felt around my cock. She slides her lips down my length, making everything feel much more responsive, going back to that playful kiss on my cock before going down on me again.

It’s amazing I didn’t just bust my nuts right then and there. She repeats the cycle, setting a sensual, sexual rhythm, the throbbing delight building through my body with every bob of her head, up and down my cock, every lick, every suck.

She’s so damn good at all of this, to the point I’m wondering if my assumption of her lack of experience is wrong.

No. She’s just perfect for me, and me in particular. The one woman on this planet who even with her lack of experience can bring me to my knees.

I imagine the absolute pleasure she could bring when she does get that experience.

She practices her skills on me, and I’m barely holding on. Gasping, struggling, squirming in place. I’m completely at her mercy. If she wants me to come, she’s going to make me come.

And that’s exactly what she wants.

It hits me. Hard. Damn, she’s so good, tickling me in all the right places. A rush of ecstasy through my body, everything releasing to my cock, then out it goes. She keeps sucking, wanting to slurp up every little drop. She gulps it down, insatiable for everything I have.

It might not be the biggest load, given she had already drained me quite well before, but damn, it’s impressive, for her to take it all. Her lips slide off me, and she licks them, very pleased with herself.

And she has every right to be. “You’re such a naughty little vixen. So fucking good at everything you do.”

Seeing her doing that, my cock throbs. I’m still hard. There’s no way I should still be after everything she's done. I could use a break to recover.

She strikes me with that sinful look of hers, holding my cock in her hand, glistening with a combination of our juices. She jerks me seductively, making sure I’m still hard for her.

Lavender climbs up on me, her hands on my chest, my penis rubbing against her pussy but not yet inside. “We’re not done yet, are we?” she says, her tone singsong and playful.

“I’m never done until you want to be done, babe.”

I could only say that with her. She’s that special.

The way she’s decided to take control here is incredibly sexy. Most girls just wait for the guy, and while, yes, I like that, too, it’s also incredibly sexy to be the one so desired.

“Having a taste of it only made me want to feel it again,” she whispers.

“And it’ll be ready for you whenever you want it. It’ll take a lot to stop me from pleasing you, Lavender.”

She giggles as she takes my cock and guides it toward her slit. She shudders as it presses against her, so wet again, her sucking me off being some extreme version of foreplay for her. Her pussy beautifully spreads to accept me, sliding down my length and letting me fill her up so completely.

I might be hard enough to take her again, but damn if I’m very sensitive from it all. She grinds against my cock, and it's an unusual but delightfully emotional feeling. She coos as she settles in, her hands on my pecs, before she begins to bounce up and down my cock.

With all of her now in front of me, I’m able to enjoy and explore her once again. Her beautiful bouncing breasts which I caress and cup. Hearing her coo and moan as I roll her nipples with my fingers, massaging them as delicately as I can as she rides me.

Down to her hips, her beautiful curves, she is a natural goddess in every way. Her soft belly, and the gooseflesh I feel forming under my fingertips as I bring my touch downward. Her thighs, plump and womanly, all adding to the figure that just screams woman in front of me. Every bit of her is before me to enjoy, and it seems too good to be true.

I grip her around the waist, helping our lovemaking, as I gently thrust into her, doing my part in contributing to our mutual lust for one another. Every thrust and stroke challenges me to keep it together, and I’m very surprised I can do that at all. Thankfully, the bliss is ravaging her just as much, being incredibly tender from what I had done to her only an hour or so before. The intense desire we give one another fuels us to keep going, her cries echoing through the night, and if she weren’t so loud, you’d definitely be able to hear my groaning in pleasure too.

I hold her tight. I give her it all. Somehow, some way, I realize that my balls still have something to give as we approach our next climax. My thumb reaches for her clit, ready to push and please her as we drive ourselves toward that final orgasm.

When she screams louder than ever before, I feel her body convulse and delightfully spasm in my arms. I hold her steady and keep fucking her, wanting to milk every little bit of her pleasure I can out of this moment.

I’m right there with her. Giving her every last drop of whatever my balls have left. She’s truly milking me dry, and the pleasure of it all is simply incredible.

I love this woman.

I barely know this woman, but she wouldn’t be doing this to me unless it was truly meant to be.

I love her. So goddamn much.

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