Her legs twitched, spasming to either side of my head, telling me I had her close. I delved my hands up underneath her back, cradling her in my arms as I drove my tongue into her pussy, lapping at her. She cried out and arched into the support of my arms, her fingers digging into the bedspread, balling it into fists to the side of either hip. She was gonna come, so I took a deep breath and flicked my tongue over her clit one more time, twice, and it was like she was an arrow letfly.
I expected it, but it was still pretty satisfying. Her legs snapped closed around my ears and her body writhed. I let her have my tongue, laying it flat against her as her writhing hips did all the work for me, running her sex, top to bottom, bottom to the top againstit.
Jesus fuck, I could eat her pussy all day if this were the kind of reaction I would get. She lay serene, her fingernails scratching against my scalp lightly, fingers tangled in my hair and I stood, knees cracking loudly, climbing her body with elegant little kisses until I could lay over the top of her and whisper in her ear, “How do youfeel?”
You know you’ve done your job when all she can muster in response is a throaty little laughing moan ending on a whimper. Of course, I upped the ante by bodily manhandling her onto the bed laying on it length wise so I could fuckher.
I went into the pocket of my jeans and came up with the three condom chain I’d kept handy just for this eventuality. I knew she was on the implant, but she’d already had a late period when she’d come down here. Like over a week late, and concerning as all get out. She’d eventually started, but for a second there, I thought we’d be starting our family sooner than I’d like… I mean, I didn’t know if I really wanted kids. I know that when we were teens, Mali hadn’t wanted kids, but she could have changed her mind sometime in that seventeen years. At any rate, she chalked up being late to stress, which I could believe, and we had agreed on condoms from nowon.
I tore off one of the foil packets and she writhed a little on the bed in anticipation, watching me slide it on. Another conversation we’d had as teens… a detail that’d stuck with me. She said she thought she’d think it was hot, watching a boy put the condom on himself before sex. That she didn’t know why, but she always fantasized about it. It’d instantly become part of every fantasy and every sexual encounter I’d had since.
I rolled it down my length, making sure it was snug against the base of my shaft, and lay over the top of her, bodies pressed tightly together, her breasts pressed flat against my chest, her barbells digging just a little and I liked the sensation. I looked her in the eyes as I slid into her, slowly, deliberately, and it was seriously like cominghome.