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I continued flicking back and forth across the bead of flesh. Billie writhed underneath me before clamping her thighs around my shoulders and digging her fingers into my hair. I didn’t let up because seeing her come undone made it hard for me to keep myself under control. Seeing how much she enjoyed this was enough to make me go off.
“More,” Billie panted as I continued. “Put your fingers inside.”
I wasn’t even sure what that meant, but I tried to follow direction. I used one hand to spread her folds so I could continue to lick at her clit, but I brought my other hand to her slit and dipped it inside. She was warm and oh-so-wet. I explored her channel with my fingers, never letting up with my tongue. The noise that escaped Billie was more like a breathy scream than a moan. I saw her eyes scrunched up and her mouth in a perfect “o.” She dug her fingers even tighter into my hair, so I continued to pump in and out of her with two fingers while licking her clit with my tongue. Suddenly, Billie’s whole body locked up. I felt her channel clamp down on my fingers, and a gush of fluid covered the lower half of my face. I licked up every last drop of it, delighting in her taste. Billie didn’t know it yet, but this was enough to make her my everything.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
BILLIE
Icame so hard my vision was spinning. Steve’s textured tongue and unbridled enthusiasm took me from zero to one hundred in no time. I was panting as I recovered. My legs flopped open, and I was unable to stay up anymore. I was still on my elbows, and I peered down at Steve.
“Was that okay?” he asked, concerned.
I took a deep breath. “That was more than okay. That was amazing. I think I might need some water before we continue.”
Steve opened the basket of food and pulled out a flask of water. He handed it to me, and I took a deep swig. He also took a drink before setting it aside.
“Continue?” he asked, sounding almost embarrassed.
I looked to see the front of Steve’s pants wet. He’d come just from making me come. Oh, that was fucking hot. I wanted to lick him clean.
“Pants off, Steve,” I directed.
“But I’ve already?—”
“Yes, and I want to lick you clean,” I responded. “We aren’t wasting a drop of your delicious cum.” Not only did I love blow jobs, but the fact that orkin cum tasted better than human cum? Oh lord, help Steve.
Steve looked surprised but fumbled with the laces at the top of his pants. He seemed nervous. I got up on my knees and scooted over to him to help. I kissed him as I undid his pants, finding my taste on his lips surprisingly erotic. He kissed me back tenderly, pushing my lips apart with his tongue. We slowly moved from a tender kiss to devouring each other greedily as I pulled the laces of his pants apart and shoved them down. They’d been loosened before, but this was the first time I saw everything fully displayed. His cock, balls, and thighs were covered in cum.
“Lie back and take these all the way off,” I instructed.
He did, and finally, we were both totally naked. In a berry patch. Just outside of the village. And I could not bring myself to care.
He lay back propped up on his elbows to watch what I was going to do. I knelt next to him and admired his soft cock. I wondered if I could get it hard again with my tongue.
I licked down his happy trail before tonguing him everywhere. His cum was sweet, and I was already addicted. I traced my tongue down each thigh, savoring the twitches and groans it was earning me. His balls were far too large for me to fit in my mouth, so I explored each of them with my tongue. I was pleasantly surprised to see his cock already starting to swell. I licked it clean, from root to tip, watching it grow with every pass of my mouth. The braided ridges became more pronounced, and the knot at the base bulged out as I continued to savor his cum. I knew most guys needed a bit of time between orgasms, but this seemed surprisingly quick.
By the time I had licked up every last drop, Steve’s cock was hard and bobbing in front of me, the tip poking out of his foreskin and starting to leak. I marveled at the swirled, ridged patterns that ran along it and wrapped around his fist-sized knot. My core clenched at the idea of trying to take him.
But I hesitated. I could give him another blow job, but I really,reallywanted to fuck him. We were supposed to be taking this slow, yet here we were with both of us very clearly ready for more. I wanted anything to climb on his lap and see if I could take his ginormous orkin cock. And I wanted to see his face in wonder when he realized that as great as blow jobs were, sex was even better. I gave him one last lick from root to tip before sitting up.
“Do you want to stop?” I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral. I didn’t want to pressure him anything.
“Do you want to stop?” He asked, clearly in pain at the mere idea of stopping here.
“No,” I said, not letting him finish his question. God, I was eager.
“Neither do I,” he said, looking up and down my naked body. He reached out and brushed a thumb over one of my peaked nipples, causing a shudder to ripple down my spine.
“Well, usually, if this were another guy, I would have a conversation about STIs and protection, but orkin don’t seem to have any STIs, and I am drinking the birth control tea you have here. So that’s covered.”
“What?” he said quietly, still toying with my nipple.
He hadn’t heard a word I said.
“Steve.” I snapped my fingers in front of his face.
He looked up, shocked. “Sorry. Your breasts are just so…mesmerizing,” he said, stroking my peaked nipple.
