Page 106 of Fumbling for Perfection

He glides his tongue across my bottom lip and leaves a trail of kisses down my sternum, diving his tongue into my belly button.

When Walker drapes his legs over mine and lowers his mouth to my mound, I reach up and cup his balls. His erection is thick and long and pointing in the wrong direction. I see why he wanted me to go on top. It’s a bit awkward at this angle, but all coherent thoughts leave my mind as he sticks his tongue inside me.

“Walker.” I grip the sheets on either side of me, forgetting about his package hanging above my face.

My hips lift to his mouth on their own, and I’m so close already, but I want him in my mouth.

“Wait. Stop.” I gasp, and surprisingly, he does.

No. Not surprisingly. Walker is true to his word.

“Are you okay?”

“No.”

He leaps off me and spins around, stroking my hair. “Too much? Too soon?”

“No.” I shake my head. I feel my cheeks warm. “I couldn’t...you’re kind of pointing in the wrong direction.”

“Baby.” He lowers his forehead to mine and I feel his body take long, deep breaths. His back is slicked with sweat and we’ve barely done anything yet. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

His kiss is soft and gentle.

“I want to try what you suggested. On top.”

“For the record, because this is going to be fucking fast, you’re getting at least three more orgasms tonight.”

“Promise?”

CHAPTER THIRTY

WALKER

Riley tastes like fucking Heaven. And her mouth wrapped tight around my cock feels like euphoria. I try to ignore the tight suction she has on my cock so I don’t explode before I give her an orgasm, but the vibrations from her moans are shooting up my spine.

When my balls harden and tense, ready to release, I push my tongue deeper into her pussy, then lap my way up to her clit and bite her nub. I put one, then two fingers inside her channel and hook them, curling them the way she likes. I need her to come before my balls take over and shoot my cum down her throat.

“Riley. I’m close. If you wanna finish first, you need to come—'' I don’t even finish my sentence before she pushes down on my face and explodes in my mouth. She rides my face, giving me no mercy, and for a second, I think I may really suffocate. But fuck if I’m not in the happiest place on Earth. Screw Disney World. They’ve got nothing on Riley’s pussy.

I’m right behind her. My balls release weeks and weeks of pent-up tension and feelings down her throat. I lap at her cum and torture her with my tongue to match the torture her lips are causing on my softening cock.

She sucks my tip dry and I convulse like I’ve been electrocuted, and cum again in her mouth. Fuck. I’ve never done that before.

I fall to my side, then scoop her up and flip her around so we’re lying chest to chest.

“Holy...” She rests her cheek on my chest and pants.

We take a few minutes to catch our breath.

“Dessert before dinner is my favorite,” she says.

I chuckle and grab her most perfect ass in my hands. She grinds her wet pussy over my dick, which has already started to harden again. Holy hell. I recover quickly when I’m with Riley, but never this fast.

If we’re going to eat the dinner she made, I need to extract my body from hers, which pains me to do.

When she reaches for her shirt, I pick it up, pretending to help her put it over her head, then toss it to the other side of the room.

“I’m not eating dinner naked.”

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