Page 38 of Sing Your Heart Out

Her taste is already killing me, after only a few seconds. She is like hot, honeyed apples, crisp and clean and deadly to my senses. The way her hesitance melts away, the way she presses her hips forward against my lips, makes me wonder if I could cum just from tasting her perfect pussy.

I tongue her clitoris in gentle licks, eliciting a guttural moan. I experiment with a combination of licks, nuzzles, and rolls, trying to find what she likes best. Already her thighs and innermost muscles are clenching, close to release. I wait until she is mindless with need, then suck gently on her most sensitive spot.

I groan into her heated flesh, the taste of her making my body tense, my balls aching. I lap up every bit that she offered, and still I need more.

Sarah flies over the edge, crying out her pleasure as her shaky legs collapse. I reach out and catch her before she could hit the ground, amused that Sarah's eyes had just rolled up into her head. I know what I is doing, sure, but I had never actually made a woman faint before. I hadn’t really even had time to use some of my more advanced maneuvers.

Still hard as a rock, I cradle her against my body and step from the shower. Her eyes flutter open as I set her down and wrap her in a towel, and she gives me an adoring smile.

“Are you okay?” I tease, drying her off with another towel before giving myself the same treatment. My movements draw her gaze downward to my fully primed manhood, and she flushes prettily.

“We’re not finished yet, are we?” she asks, her gaze lifting back to my face. I can’t help but grin and shake my head, awed by my female.

“Not by a long shot, sweetheart.”

Her squawk of protest at the nickname is muffled as I sweep her up and carry her to the bedroom. Dropping her on the bed, I toss all our towels to the floor. As I settle next to her, she leans up and catches my mouth in a demanding kiss. Those hands of hers are roaming again, this time they are successful in seeking out my cock.

I groan and look down, rapt. I watch Sarah run her fingers over the velvety skin of my cock, slipping below to explore my sack before taking me in her fist. Her hand is small enough that it can't encircle my thick girth, which doesn't bother me one bit. She slides her hand up my length, smiling when I growl and thrust against her. Biting her lip, she gives me a nervous look before slipping down to the end of the bed.

I tensed as I realize her intention, preparing to stop her. I want to fuck her properly, but that mouth will surely ruin my plans.

Intentions be damned, though. All thought flies out the window the moment her hot little tongue touches the thick head of my dick, sampling. I let out a string of curses that would have made a sailor blush, but sweet Sarah doesn’t so much as bat an eyelash. Instead she slides her soft lips around the tip of my cock, running her tongue around, experimenting.

And that quickly, I have to pull himself away.

“I’m not finished!” she protests, pouting.

“Well I’m about to be if you don’t stop,” I scold, pulling her back up to me.

Sarah leans in and kisses me. I run a hand down her flank to her inner thigh, seeking. She makes another oh sound as I roll her onto her back. I seek the center of her heat again, only to find her hot, wet, and more than ready. I roll to center my body over hers, and she parts her legs for me. Settling myself against her core, I have to bite my lip when she wraps her legs around me.

Using one hand, I guide myself to her opening but don’t press in just yet. I want to make sure I don’t hurt her by moving too fast. In slow, painstaking movements, I use all-too-short thrusts to work myself into her dampness.

Sarah, of course, has her own ideas. While I am busy restraining myself from pounding her until she screams, she grows tired of waiting. Using more muscle than I’d known she had, she flexes her thighs hard and pulls me all the way down in one rough stroke. We both cried out, and I look at her to make sure she is unharmed. Wrinkling her nose, she smacks me on the arm.

“More,” she orders. My humorous snort of response is lost as I withdraw and plunge back in to the hilt, leaving her breathless with pleasure.

I set a faster rhythm than I’d planned, realizing that neither of us would last very long like this. Sarah moves under me, relentless, meeting each stroke as I pound against her. Fissions of pleasure shoot through my body, pooling heavily in my groin. When I start to feel Sarah's innermost muscles clench, I grab both of her knees and press them back toward her body to give myself access to her G spot.

I can feel the spongy spot of her inner lining, and guide each stroke to rub against it. In moments she is shaking like crazy, every muscle coiled on the verge of release. I stop holding back my own orgasm, and I am immediately on the brink. Sarah cries out, half-sobbing my name, her sweet body clenching and milking my cock, a flood of pleasure washing through me.

The release barrels through my body and mind, so intense that for several heartbeats I am blind to everything around me, deaf to my own shouts of pleasure.

Collapsing next to Sarah, I pull her closer and gasp for breath. Feeling her delicate heartbeat against my own, I close my eyes and let myself enjoy the sweetness of the moment.

15

Smith

It’s down to the last six of us. Me, Sarah, Mellie, Marco, Karl, and Buckeye. When I come down for breakfast again the next day, Dwayne is waiting there, an odd look on his face.

“Yesterday was obviously pretty emotional,” he says.

Sarah is right behind me. She skids to a stop, her face turning red. “Yeah. Sorry about Justin. He probably won’t be back…”

“Oh, honey.” Dwayne waves his hand. “You do not need to apologize. I’ll tell you what, my ex was just like him too.” He sighs. “Anyway, obviously we didn’t do any eliminations yesterday because of that whole thing. But I’m afraid that today, we’ll need to send two people home.”

Sarah’s gaze sinks to the ground. “You want me to leave, I’m guessing.”

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