Page 50 of Calico Descending

“Your lips are torture!”

I frown and glance up to him. “Do you want me to stop?” I ask, unable to hide the disappointment in my voice.

“No! God, no. Please don’t stop.”

With a smile, I grip him again. “Then, lie back, or I will.”

He eases back onto the pillow, his chest rising and falling faster than before, and when I take him in my mouth again, he grunts, the muscles in his stomach clenching and unclenching. I slide my lips down his cock and back up again, and his hips buck in response. “Yes, just like that!”

The pleasure in his voice prompts me to do it again. And again. And again. Until I’m sliding up and down his shaft in the same tempo that he pushed in and out of me. The flavor of his skin fills my mouth and mingles with my saliva that I suck away on each plunge. Faster and faster. I’m ravenous for the taste and the small bit of fluid that rewards me on each withdrawl.

His hand falls against the back of my head, hips thrusting forward. “Yes. Oh, fuck, yes.”

His curses goad me on, and I remember Roz telling me how much they enjoy their balls played with.

Squeeze, she said.

The moment I take the large, bulbous bit of flesh in hand, he bucks so hard, his tip smacks the back of my throat. Grunting and growling, he flexes beneath me, pushing up, as I slide down, like he’s having sex with my mouth.

The thought of that stirs an inexplicable excitement inside of me, and I squeeze him harder, until a spurt of something warm and salty hits the roof of my mouth. I yank his cock out in time to see white ribbons of fluid spring into the air. I watch in awe as it falls against my hand still wrapped tight around his shaft, and lean forward to catch it on my tongue. Licking it away from my lips, I take him in my mouth again and suck the fluids down my throat, savoring the taste of him.

Another spurt shoots forth, and he groans, lifting his head and slamming it back against the pillow. “Christ, woman!”

I unhand him and lick his release from my thumb and finger, not allowing a single drop to go to waste. “You taste so good.”

With his legs spread, stomach muscles clenched tight, while staring down at me, he looks heavenly. Like a God. Without a word, he tugs my arm, urging me back up his body, and wraps me up in his arms. His chest expands and contracts as though he’s just run miles through the desert, and the rapid thumping at my ear is his heart racing.

“I want to taste you again.”

“You can taste me any time you like.”

I push up from him, excitement stirring inside me once more. “Now?”

Another rumble of laughter vibrates in his chest as he pulls me against him. “No, crazy girl. Not now. I need sleep. You need sleep.”

“I can’t sleep.” I stretch my arms across the expanse of his body. “I have bad dreams when I sleep.”

He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “I have bad dreams, too. But tonight, with you, I don’t remember them.”

“Do you think I’ll forget them by morning?”

“You’ll have to close your eyes to find out.”

I snort at that and nuzzle my face into his chest. “Okay, I’ll try.”

“Where did you learn to do that?”

“I didn’t learn from anything. I just like the taste of you.”

“In that case, I get to taste you next time.”

“You mean … lick me there?”

“Lick, suck, lots of things.”

“No one has ever done that to me before.”

“I know, sweet girl. If they did, you’d know what it feels like to sleep well.”

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