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greedy. It had been so long for me,
and having a cock in my mouth made me melt into a puddle of lust.
    “Easy,” he urged, sliding his cock out of my mouth, rubbing it over my
lips, my waiting tongue. “So hungry.”
    “You have no idea.”
    He smiled, pushing me back on the bed, the weight of him delightful as he
kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling the hard press of his
thigh between mine, the wet, shaved lips of my pussy like a hot suction cup
against his leg. He groaned softly against my mouth as I began to ride him like
that, using the length of his thigh to rub myself off.
    His mouth moved down to my breasts, teasing one nipple and then the
other, sending shockwaves through my body. I looked down at his dark, curly
head in wonder—how had this happened? His hand was wrapped around the length of
his cock, not stroking, just squeezing, the mushroom tip red and swollen. It
made my mouth water and my pussy clench.
    “I want to taste you.”
    I didn’t object. He kissed his way down my belly, my breath held, making
it concave. Parting my lips with one finger, he began to explore the soft, pink
folds of flesh like a maze or a roadmap. I felt his breath on my thighs and
spread them wider for him in encouragement. He smiled, kissing the top of my
cleft, so near my clit but not quite touching it, making me whimper with
anticipation.
    “Beautiful,” was the last thing he said before covering my pussy with his
mouth.
    His tongue flicked gently at my clit, back and forth at first, then in
easy circles. I lifted my hips when his fingers found the entrance of my pussy,
probing, easing their way in. My flesh swallowed his fingers, eager for more,
and he pumped them in and out as he licked me, driving me higher and higher.
    “Oh yes!” I cried when he slid in a third, stretching me wide, his mouth
fastened over my mound. “Fuck me like that! Harder!”
    I heard him moan against my pussy, his fingers moving into me, deep and
hard, the motion shaking my whole pelvis, making the bedsprings squeak and my
hips rock up to meet his hand. I couldn’t help it. It felt so good I could
hardly keep from screaming—and I’d been the one telling him to be quiet!
    “Yes, yes, yes!” I twisted my hips, feeling his fingers turning inside of
me, his tongue tracing delicious geometry all over the sensitive bud of my
clit. “Oh fuck! You’re gonna make me come all over your face!”
    And that’s just what I did, spreading my legs and thrusting up to meet
his flickering tongue, his pounding fingers, my orgasm tearing through me like
a whirlwind, leaving me shaking in its wake. I was still recovering when he
kissed me, letting me taste the musky milk of my pussy on his tongue.
    “Tastes good, no?”
    I nodded, licking at his lips and chin, making my way down his chest,
rolling him to his back. His nipples were hard and I flicked them with my
tongue, making him shiver in response, his eyes half-closed, watching my
descent.
    “Your turn,” I teased, tracing circles around his navel with my
fingernail, following the dark treasure trail leading down from belly button to
pubic hair. His cock was wet with pre-cum.
    “Don’t make me come,” he warned before I’d even taken him into my mouth.
“I want your pussy.”
    “And she wants you,” I purred, skipping his cock altogether and heading
straight for his balls. They were heavy in my hands and I rolled them gently,
grazing them with my fingernails. He moaned encouragement when I began to lick
them, teasing his sac, watching pre-cum seep from the head of his cock in
sticky, clear rivulets.
    “Oh god!” He moaned when my fingers found their way down between the
crack of his ass, pressing gently, teasing that dimpled recess. “Oh yes!”
    Encouraged, I left my finger there when I took him into my mouth,
watching his face twist with pleasure when I inserted it up to the first
knuckle. I’d had plenty of men do this to me—but very few who would let me do
it to them.