Page 36 of Totally Fanatic

“No, you didn’t hurt me, you were perfect. You taste incredible.”

“Really?”

“Really,” I say, climbing up his perfectly chiseled body. My cock is still throbbing, waiting for release, and as the tip slides over his sweat-glistening skin, I almost come.

“Do you want to taste?” I ask, hovering an inch from his lips.

“I think you drank it all.”

I kiss him, his mouth opening immediately, and my tongue finds his, the taste of him still swimming inside me, his tongue searches for it, drinking its salty sweetness down as his handssweep down my back, until he claps his palms over my ass cheeks and squeezes hard.

“Can I taste you now, too?” he asks.

“I’ll probably come the second you touch me,” I reply, and he squeezes my ass again. “Come and sit up here, then.”

“Up where?”

“On my face.”

My cock throbs at the thought of it, and I suck in a breath.

“You want me to sit on your face?”

“Yep, I want to tongue that ass while you stroke yourself, you did say I could kiss anywhere I liked.”

He bites at his lower lip, a nervous swell forming in my gut as it occurs to me that while I’ve done my fair share with men, I’ve never actually sat on a guy’s face, but fuck if I can’t wait to do it with him.

I push myself up to stand over him, his perfect god-like chest still heaving up and down as he catches his breath. He holds my ankles and encourages me to step forward. A hungry gaze trailing up my thighs as my feet step beside his shoulders.

“Like this?” I ask, and he nods before I lower myself down slowly. His hands slide up the back of my thighs and then cup my ass and spread my cheeks.

“Stroke yourself, but slowly. I want to have time to taste you,” he says, his warm breath sending a shudder through me.

I can’t speak. My voice is stuck in my throat as I do what he asks, and he lifts his head, pressing his fat, wet lips against my opening. His nose is against my taint and his warm breath sends another shiver through me.

“Fuck, Lion, that feels good,” I manage to breathe out, and he swipes in a circle with his tongue around my hole. I’ve done ass play plenty of times. I’m vers and love the feeling of being filled just as much as the feeling of my cock being buried deep inside someone, but the way Lion is tasting, teasing my hole with histongue, kissing it like he was kissing my mouth, as if my ass is drawing him in the way my tongue did is so fucking hot.

I’m doing my best to keep myself up a little from him, but his hands move around to link over my thighs, and he pulls me down until I’m completely sitting on his face, and his tongue buries inside me. I grab my balls, lifting them up to give him hopefully some way to breathe, but by the way he grips my thighs and moves my ass against his face, he doesn’t want to breathe. He wants to tongue fuck my ass until his dying breath. And God, I think I’d let him, too. This is so good. My whole body is vibrating, pressure building inside me with every pucker of his lips. I might have fantasized about Lion, dreamed of us together, but nothing in my mind could ever come close to this. It’s better. It’s hot and sweaty and sticky and holy fucking shit… It’s real. He sucks and kisses and plunges his tongue in and out as my hand strokes my rock-hard shaft.

“I’m going to come,” I cry out, and he moves me off his face, just back far enough that I can angle my cock into his open mouth, and when he pushes what has to be several fingers inside my eagerly waiting hole, I explode. I pump my cock, shooting ropes of come over his face, as he wildly tries to catch it all in his mouth and drink it down.

“Fuck, you look pretty painted in me,” I say when I’m spent, and I slide my ass back over his chest down his stomach until his cock is resting between the cheeks, then lean all the way forward to lick myself off his skin.

“Wow, you are super bendy,” he says, my feet still up by his shoulders.

“I can put them behind my head, too,” I say, giving him a soft kiss on the mouth.

“Now I know that’s going to be my next sex dream,” he says, smiling.

“How about you dream it, then I’ll do it, and we can see if I can top your imagination again?”

“You will always be better than anything I can imagine. You are incredible. You are just… perfect.”

I know I’m not. Perfect, that is. But the way he says it makes my heart swell in a way it never has. I almost believe him.

He snuggles into my side, and I hold him against my chest, brushing my fingers through his hair, and his breathing settles into a perfect rhythm with my own.

“This is nice,” I say.

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