Page 76 of Mistaken Intention

“I know.”

“How do you know?”

“I have no idea… but my body seems to know what it’s doing.”

“I—It certainly does…” She breathes a little harder as I circle faster, and she grasps my arm, like she needs the support. I gently pull my hand from her panties and she sighs out her disappointment, looking up at me. “You’re stopping?”

“No. I’m just changing position.”

I kneel before her, tucking my thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and pulling them down to her ankles. She kicks them off and I do the same with her panties, holding her steady while I help her step out of them. I look up at her, taking in her slender waist, her full, firm breasts, and her flared hips as I lean in and kiss her glistening pussy.

Her hand comes down on the back of my head and I reach up, parting her lips with my fingers as I lick her clit. She moves her legs apart and I slide closer, feasting on her, like the starving man I am. She’s soaking, her juices dripping down onto my chin, but I lap them up, swallowing down her sweet nectar as she flexes her hips back and forth into me. I alternate the pressure on her clit, between soft and hard, fast and slow, until her breathing is so ragged I know instinctively she can’t take much more. Her legs are trembling, her body twitching, and I grab her hips, holding her upright as she comes apart, grinding her pussy into my face, a loud scream escaping her lips. I can’t make out a word she’s saying. It’s an incoherent jumble, but I don’t care… I’m too busy drinking her down, and drowning in my love for her.

Her screams subside to mewling whispers, and once I’m sure she’s steady on her feet, I release her hips and stand, looking down at her flushed face. Before she can say a word, I capture her cheeks in my hands and kiss her. Hard. She hesitates for a moment, realizing I taste of her, and then I feel her tongue dart into my mouth, her body writhing against mine.I guess she likes the way she tastes, and I reach down, lifting her into my arms. She wraps her legs around me, her arms resting on my shoulders, her hands on the back of my head as I walk across to the bed, place my knee on the mattress and, supporting her back, slowly lower her down.

She looks up at me as I stand again, reaching for my belt buckle. She’s still trying to catch her breath, I think, although her eyes drop from my face to my chest, and continue downward.

“I thought I was supposed to…” she whispers, hesitating over her words, or maybe unsure what to say, or how to phrase it.

“Supposed to what?”

She blushes. “After what you just did… isn’t it my turn?”

I smile, shaking my head. “It’s okay. You don’t have to do that.”

“Even if I want to?”

I halt, gazing down at her. “Y—You want to?”

“I think so,” she says. “I’d like to try, anyway.”

I move my hand from my belt, holding it out to her and she takes it, letting me pull her up into a sitting position. She shimmies to the edge of the bed and, with fumbling fingers, she undoes my belt, pulling it from the belt loops and lying it on the mattress beside her. Then, with her eyes fixed firmly on mine, she unbuttons my jeans, lowering the zipper, and tugs them down. I help, pushing them to my ankles and stepping out. She bites her bottom lip and I reach forward, freeing it with my thumb.

“Unless you want me to bite that again, you need to leave it alone.”

She heaves in a breath, and rubs her fingertips along the length of my cock, through the thin material of my trunks. Back and forth… back and forth, just twice, and then she tucks herfingers in the top and pulls them down, my erection almost hitting her on the chin.

She smiles, looking up at me, and I smile back, cradling her face in the palm of my hand.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Josie.”

She nods, pushing my trunks lower, right down my thighs to my knees. I step out of them, kicking them aside, and after just a moment’s pause, she closes her hand around me, half-way down my shaft. Her eyes widen as she leans in and runs the tip of her tongue across the head of my cock, before opening her mouth wide and taking me.

I suck in a breath, gritting my teeth, watching as she swallows down the first couple of inches of my swollen dick. She dips her head back and forth, her tongue swirling over me, and then she moves her hand down to the base of my cock, letting it slide around underneath, cupping my balls.

“Oh, fuck. That’s good, baby.”

She takes me a little deeper, upping the pace. She looks so good with my dick in her mouth, and acting on impulse, I grab my belt, looping it around the back of her neck and holding both ends with my right hand. It’s impossible for her to pull away without me letting her, and she knows it. Her eyes are on fire. She shifts closer to the edge of the bed, moaning as I flex my hips just slightly. She’s letting me know she likes this, but even as I’m thinking that, and I flex my hips again, she gives my balls a gentle squeeze to remind me I don’t have all the control here.

I feel a tingle at the base of my spine. There’s a warmth that comes with it, spreading through my body, and I release the belt from around Josie’s neck, letting it fall before I capture her face in my hands and pull out of her mouth. She looks up, blinking, and licks the corner of her lip.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No. You were gonna make me come.” She smiles, looking a little shy. “I’ve got no idea what my powers of recovery are like, and I’ve got so much more I wanna do with you.”

“Like what?”

I close the gap between us, and the moment my lips hit hers, I let my hands drop from her face, lifting her from the bed and kneeling up on it before I lay her back down again, beneath me. She parts her legs, raising them up, and I support my weight on one arm, palming my cock with the other.

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