Page 29 of Just a Number

“Yes.” Her throat works with a swallow before she lays her head down.

I plant a kiss on her pubic bone, above the strip of hair she has shielding her. I tug her hips closer to the edge of the bed, unable to hold back from tasting her for a second longer. She comes willingly.

My tongue sears a line through her seam, causing her to gasp as she grips the quilt with one hand, while she fists my hair with the other, holding me close to her.

Fuck, she tastes incredible. Sweet and musky all at once. I want nothing more than to stay here, tasting her, worshipping her, all night long. I know I’d get just as much pleasure,no, make that more,from making her shatter apart in orgasm, than I would seeking my own release. It’s never been like this for me before. I’m obsessed with her satisfaction.

I take my time acquainting myself with her pussy. I listen for the hitches in her breath when she likes a particular spot that Ipay attention to. She doesn’t moan or speak. She’s quiet apart from her breathing. It heightens my senses. I want to be attuned to what she likes, what she needs. So I concentrate all my efforts on bringing her pleasure.

Her hand is a steady presence, holding the back of my head firmly in place. I look up, my mouth pressed firmly against her cunt, and enjoy the jolt of energy when our eyes meet. She’s biting that lip even harder now. I press my tongue firmly against her clit, applying pressure where I know she must need it. Her hand leaves my hair as she collapses back onto the bed.

She moans, and it’s like the highest form of praise. I keep up my efforts, alternating between lapping at her and applying pressure. Her thighs tense and a quiver runs through her entire body as her hips writhe and she rides my face. I keep up my ministrations until she cries out with her release. I press a final kiss to her swollen clit as she collapses, panting.

Now that I’ve made her come, I realise how painful my hard-on is. It’s pushing against the zipper of my jeans, desperate for a piece of the action. I rise to my feet, trying to reposition it with my hand.

“Come here.” She beckons me with a hoarse whisper. I kneel on the bed and lean closer. “Fuck, I made a mess of your face.” She chuckles huskily, her eyes landing on where her arousal covers my lips and chin.

“You taste fucking delicious.” I wipe my thumb around my mouth, trying to catch every drop of her essence. She runs her tongue over my lips.

“Can you believe I’ve never tasted myself before?”

“And what do you think?”

“It’s not how I imagined. But it’s not terrible.”

I let out a deep laugh. She sits up, and her hands reach for the fastening of my jeans.

“You must be uncomfortable being so hard for me in these.” I can only nod as I stand. “Then let’s get you out of them.”

She makes short work of the button fly and pushes my jeans and boxers down at the same time. My erect cock springs free and nearly smacks her in the face, making her gasp.

“Someone looks pleased to see me.” She wraps her hand around my shaft and kisses the tip, tasting the precum that is leaking from me. I have to hold my breath at the contact. I could embarrass myself here and come all over her if I’m not careful. “Why don’t you take the rest off? I want to see all of you.” Her voice is sultry, making my cock throb even harder.

I kick off my clothes, desperate to be naked in front of her. She looks up at me, perched on the edge of the bed, through her long, dark lashes and I swallow hard at how sexy she looks.

“You did an amazing job of making me come. Do you want me to suck your cock?”

I nod swiftly. She swallows my cock down in one go and I groan as I hit the back of her throat.

Fuck!

Her mouth is warm and wet and I want nothing more than to pour myself into her. I run the tip of my fingers under the straps of her camisole, trying not to be overcome with the sensation of her mouth devouring my cock.

“You look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth, Melody,” I rasp.

She gives an appreciative moan as she takes me even deeper. Her tongue flutters against me as she works her mouth up and down. Her other hand teases my balls, fingers delicately stroking the sensitive skin there. I ache with the need to come.

She moans as I run my fingers through her hair, and I guess she likes it. I press gently on the back of her head to see what response I get. Another deeper moan.

“You want me to use your mouth, Mel? You want me to fuck your throat?”

Her hooded eyes meet mine and she nods.Jeezus.I grip her head with both hands and saw my cock in and out of her mouth. Drool leaks from where her lips meet my flesh. This woman is letting me fuck her face.Fucking hell.I knew tonight would be hot, but not in a million years was I expecting this. Her hot, wet mouth is heavenly. I can’t stop.

“Mel, you’re taking it so well,” I croon, and her eyes sparkle at the praise. “That’s right, you take my hard cock as deep as you can. Good fucking girl.”

The words spill from my lips and I wonder if calling a woman fifteen years my senior a good girl is the way to go. But she clearly loves the dirty talk because she ups her efforts and I notice her pressing her thighs together where she’s kneeling on the bed.

“Do you want me to pour my cum down your throat, Mel? Or do you want me to pull out and spray it all over your face?” She digs her fingers into my thighs. “Hmmm, but I’m also dying to bury my cock in that tight, wet cunt of yours. Tell me, which should I try first?” I ease her back from my engorged cock, which screams out in protest of being robbed of her perfect mouth. She looks a picture, her eyes streaming and her makeup smudged.

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