Page 27 of Love Over Easy

Shyanne

I gaze up at the ceiling because I have no idea what I’m supposed to do while he does that. This is a first for me. Feelings more powerful than ever are becoming too much to handle. I don’t know if I will live through him kissing me down there.

I feel a hand on each inner thigh and then he lifts and spreads them. I open one eye in time to see him place my legs over his shoulders. I snap it closed when I feel his breath against my thigh, just a few inches below my pussy.

He starts those slow, languid kisses again, starting just above my knee. I’ll be a whimpering mess before his kisses land where I need them. He goes slow at first, letting me adjust to the warm, wet caress of his lips and tongue. I start to relax and let it happen.

His hands dive under my hips. I raise my head to watch as he lifts and pulls my ass until my pussy is offered to him like a platter of delicious food. And then he dives in. Hottest fucking sight ever.

I fall back, no longer able to hold myself up to watch. Maybe it’s better that way. Less intense. No…no, it isn’t.

“Oh… oh, God,” I cry out as his tongue laps at my overly sensitive clit and then drives into me, curling and fluttering until my whole body is vibrating.

He presses his face harder against my now dripping pussy and growls his approval. Every time he laps at my clit, my hips rise, needing more. He answers by sucking and nipping me with his teeth. He’s ravenous as he eats me out.

I open my legs wider, allowing him to get his fill. I’m panting and thrashing about on the bed. David puts a hand on my lower stomach, just above my mound, to hold me steady, making me take the raw, throbbing pleasure from his mouth.

I feel the orgasm I need just out of reach. I want it so bad, tears leak from my eyes. David must feel my frustration; he sucks hard on my clit and I explode with a scream so loud I’m thankful he doesn’t have close neighbors.

I feel a gush of wetness between my legs and David growls his satisfaction, but doesn’t stop licking me. He brings me down gently with laps of his tongue and kisses to my swollen sensitive clit until I’ve calmed.

Raising my head, I stare down at him with dazed, stunned eyes. He’s looking up at me with a smug grin, his mouth glistening from my wetness. When his tongue swipes his lips and he closes his eyes and sighs like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, I whimper from a burst of lust that goes straight to my clit.

I’ve just had the hardest, dirtiest, orgasm of my life and I need more. I reach for him, to pull him up my body, but David sighs and rests his head on my pelvic bone.

“David?” My whisper comes out raspy and breathless.

“Sorry, Shy,” he says with pained regret. “I don’t have any condoms. You. This. I never expected. Believe me, if I had, I would have planned better.”

My mouth opens slightly as I lean up and hopefully ask, “You’re kidding, right? All single men have a stash of condoms.”

He chuckles. “Well, not this one,” he says and starts to rise.

He’s leaving. He’s really okay with only one of us having a satisfying ending. He did that just for me without expecting anything in return. That makes me feel something I have no experience at identifying.

My eyes go to the bulge tenting his pants and my mouth waters. I’m suddenly okay with the lack of condoms. Before David reaches for his shirt, I scurry off the bed and drop to my knees before him.

David looks down at me with an amused expression on his face. “Shy, what are you doing?”

My hands quickly work to unbuckle his belt, the button, and slide the zipper down. “I think it’s rather obvious.”

David’s breath catches when I push his pants down. His erect cock springs free with a drop of dew glistening on the tip. When I wrap my hand around his smooth, warm cock, my fingers and thumb lack almost an inch meeting. It’s so hard, yet so soft. I’ve never thought of a man’s cock as beautiful, but David’s is so very lovely. I lap the drop away and nuzzle the crown against my cheek. His cock jumps in my hand.

I look up to find him watching me, his eyes dark and filled with lust. He tucks my hair behind my ears and swipes moisture from my lips. I open my mouth and suck his finger in, swirling my tongue just as I’m going to do to his cock.

“Fuck,” David barks and threads his fingers through my hair.

I take him in hand and kiss the tip before sliding my tongue down the underside and back. Opening my mouth, I take as much of him in as I can. I don’t stop until he touches the back of my throat, leaving enough to wrap a hand around the base. I breathe through my nose and swallow past the gag reflex, which takes him deeper.

His hands tighten in my hair and a shudder wracks his body. I look up while holding him deep down my throat. His jaw is clenched tight, his face flushed red, and his eyes are filled with frenzied need.

His sac lays heavy between his legs. I roll his balls with my free hand and start to move. Running my tongue along his length, I suck him back in with long, slow strokes, each time going a bit deeper. I’ll never be able to take his full length, but with both my hands in play, I’ve brought him to the brink of release.

His breathing becomes erratic and crazed. His hands in my hair tighten and, on a deep thrust, he holds my head in place for a moment, growling to announce his imminent climax. Using his hands to hold me still, he pumps his hips, his dick going in and out of my mouth. All I have to do is suck and lave his hardness with my tongue.

“Shy,” he groans and his hands fall from my hair. “I’m going to come.”

He’s leaving the decision up to me. I wrap my hands around his ass and pull him tight and suck hard, letting him sink down my throat once more. I swallow, contracting my throat around him.

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