Page 13 of Just Between Us

But now it was my turn. I needed to show her how much I appreciated what she had done for me, and just how good I wanted to make her feel.

I sank to my knees in front of her.

“Stand up.” I smirked. I was going to enjoy every moment of this, especially after what she had just done. I reached for her, cupping her arse as she stood. Pulling her crotch to my face, I her right where I wanted it and breathed out over her through her jeans.

I was rewarded with a soft, short moan, and I inhaled deeply. She was turned on and wet as hell. I could smell her arousal, and I needed to get my face against her bare cunt.

I slid my hands up over her arse, over her hips, and came to rest on her waistband. I allowed my fingers to slip under the hem of her t-shirt and trace softly across her skin until I reached the fly of her jeans.

She held her breath as I slid them down her legs and kissed every inch of the exposed skin as I did. I encouraged her to stepout of the denim she was wearing until she was in just her top and a pair of small lacy knickers.

I looked up at her as I licked across the lace that barely covered her. She gasped and sucked in air in a staccato pattern. It was too much. I slid my hands up the back of her thighs, cupped her gorgeous arse, and pulled her pussy to my face, nuzzling in against it.

Her hand stroked my hair, and I pressed my face against her a little more. I slid my hands back down her legs and moved up over her inner thighs, pushing them apart a little. I tugged her knickers aside and slid a single finger between her pussy lips, finding her slick and ready. I rubbed my finger through her wetness and listened to the sounds she was making as I did.

The scent of her wet cunt and the feeling of her on my fingers was too much. I needed to have her. I needed to feel her orgasm against my mouth. I slid my finger out of her wetness and sucked on it while looking up at her. She bit her bottom lip and stifled a moan.

I raised my eyebrows with a smirk, pulled my finger from my mouth, and grabbed the waistband of her knickers, slipping them over her hips and down her legs. Her breathing hitched and she stared down at me.

My eyes fell upon the perfectly trimmed bush between her legs, and I thanked the Lord. Maybe it was my age. Maybe it was the fact that it was just too commonplace to remove it, but I loved it when a woman kept her hair, even if it was trimmed. She was a grown woman; she didn’t need to have a hairless snatch as far as I was concerned.

I grinned up at her. I was going to enjoy every moment of this. I pushed her back on the bed. “Lie back for me, Lucy,” I commanded, and she did what I asked of her.

As she lay on the bed, naked from the waist down, I couldn’t help but pause and admire the feast that was spread out beforeme. And she was a feast. A stunning banquet I couldn’t believe was lying on my bed, ready for me.

I smirked at her as I slid onto the bed after her, coming to rest between her thighs, my shoulders between her knees.

I could smell her arousal, and I needed more. I needed to feast on her, to feel her, and more than anything, I wanted to get her completely naked and have her crying out my name in ecstasy.

She watched every move I was making intently. I turned my head to the side and kissed her silky thigh. I turned the other way and did the same again. She gasped at the contact of my mouth on her skin, and I grinned at the sound. Slowly, teasingly, I worked my way up both of her thighs, alternating sides, giving both her beautiful legs the attention they deserved.

I inched ever closer to the glorious little patch of hair that lay between the tops of her thighs. Her body responded with an unspoken hunger to every movement I made.

“Christ, Lucy. You smell so good.” I smiled up at her as I finally placed a kiss against her mons. My cock was painfully hard and begging to be slid into the wet warmth of her delicious cunt, but I had other plans for her first.

I licked over her slick pussy lips and Lucy’s hips flexed towards my mouth as she moaned. I savoured her juices, and it started a frenzy within me. I slipped my tongue between her lips and lapped along the length of her entrance. She tasted glorious, and I pressed my face against her, letting her juices coat my mouth and nose as I fucked her with my tongue.

“Oh, fuck! Rich!” she cried out, grinding her hips up against my eager mouth. I slid my hands under her arse and held her body tight against my face. I needed more of her. I needed to taste her so badly. Her body tensed as her first orgasm slammed into her, and I didn’t stop; I lapped at her more. I ran my tongueover her clit, and without coming down from her first climax, a second slammed into her.

I should have eased up. I should have allowed her a little recovery time, but I couldn’t. Instead, I kept my mouth working her. When her third orgasm ripped through her without mercy, I was rewarded for my efforts. Her pussy clenched, and she gushed all over my face.

Lucy was a squirter, and fuck, I was delighted to drink down every drop she graced me with. This time, I let her catch her breath.

“Fuck...” She groaned when I looked up at her with a shit-eating grin. “I’ve never done that before.”

Damn right you haven’t. You’ve never been with me before.

I smiled up at her ready for more.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

LUCY

Rich wasa perfect specimen of everything that was gorgeously masculine. His torso was hairy and broad. His cock was large and stood out proudly from his body, already hard again. Rich was ready for me, and fuck, I was ready for him.

He grinned at me and palmed his dick as he moved back towards me. I smiled, biting my bottom lip, and instinctively moved backwards, never taking my eyes off his.

Rich followed me effortlessly over the bed. His mouth pressed against mine as I moved to the middle of his mattress. He slid between my thighs, leaning over me, ready to enter me. We both glanced down to where his body was poised, waiting to sink into me.

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