Page 450 of S is for SEX

“Uhhmm, stand please,” I said as I stood in front of him with his shirt in my hand.

He stood, placed his hands behind his head, and flexed his biceps. The muscles on his abdomen rippled.

Six-pack my ass, he has an eight-pack.

I dropped the shirt at his feet. As I knelt down and unbuttoned his jeans, I looked up into his eyes. I pulled the zipper down, hoping he wasn’t wearing any underwear. As the waist of his jeans cleared his bare cock, I smiled.

Score!

As the jeans bunched up at his ankles, I looked up. His cock twitched.

“Lift your feet, please,” I said softly.

“One at a time?” he asked, his hands on his hips.

“Yes, one at a time,” I giggled.

As he lifted his feet, I slid his jeans down and pulled them toward me.

“What about that,” I asked, pointing to the holster above his ankle.

“It’s just Velcro. Pull the straps and slip it off. Be careful it’s loaded,” he lifted his right foot and stood.

I pulled on the straps and loosened the holster. As it fell to his foot, I pulled it off and set it aside. I grabbed his jeans and stood up in front of him. As my eyes met his nose, I tossed his jeans toward the pile.

My entire loft was open, and had two bedrooms. Bedrooms aside, the entire house was one large room. From the kitchen the entire house could be viewed. The large windows along each wall were always open to the outside to allow light in. The high ceilings allowed these windows to be extremely tall – almost ten feet. Being on the upper floor, however, prevented someone outside from easily seeing inside.

He reached out and grasped my hand in his and started walking toward the kitchen. As we stepped into the kitchen, he looked at both countertops with interest. One was along the wall, and had a toaster, coffee maker, stove, and refrigerator incorporated into it.

The other was an island that was bare, less a few decorations.

As we stepped further into the kitchen, he placed his hands under my armpits, picked me up, and lifted me onto the island.

“Stand there, baby girl,” he instructed me, “I want you to stand up.”

I looked down and smiled.

He reached over and turned the iPod Dock volume to a higher-level.

He wrapped his arms around my legs and placed his fingers inside my thighs, right above my knees.

“Spread your legs a little bit,” he looked up into my eyes.

I stepped to the side with my right foot. The countertop felt cold on my feet.

“That should do,” he looked at my feet, then looked up and smiled.

He kissed my inner thigh, and worked his way up to my pussy. As his tongue licked, he forced his head further between my legs. He tilted his head back and looked up at me. As his tongue darted across my clit, I bent my knees. Using his tongue and lower lip, he began to massage my clit in his mouth. And he stopped.

He pulled his face away from my thighs and looked up.

“You know what I want, baby girl. I want you to fuck my mouth. Now get busy.”

He buried his face between my thighs and began circling my clit with his tongue.

I straightened and bent my knees again. Oh shit. I can’t. I can’t take this.

His tongue darted back and forth across my clit, pressing it into his upper lip. He licked the length of my pussy lips and pressed his tongue deep inside of me. I felt myself dripping down my legs. I looked down at him to watch.

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