She whimpers and squirms as her pants become almost jagged. My tongue dips into her opening, in and out, mimicking what my cock will be doing shortly. I’m the one looking up now, watching her. Her head rolls against the door. One hand is at her side, resting flush against the door, while the other has found its way into my hair.
“Do you want to come on my tongue or my fingers?” I watch her go crazy with need.
“Cock,” she breathes, pushing my face into her pussy. I close my mouth over her clit, sucking it into my mouth while tormenting it with my tongue at the same time. Her head thrashes, the hand not in my hair is now fisted at her side, and her moans are interrupted by words as she says, “Fuck, I’m going to come.” She never once lets go of my head as she works her hips against my face. “So good.” I continue to focus on her clit as I use my finger to fuck her, moving it in and out as I nibble and suck her clit until she begs me to make her come. “Make me come, Austin, please. I need to come.”
I suck harder and then bite down on her clit once before I start sucking again. My finger is moving inside her, and I hook it to find her G-spot. When I do, I make sure to pass over it with a little tap each time my finger enters her. I feel her walls tightening around my fingers and then fluttering. I let go of her clit while still massaging her G-spot, and tell her roughly, “Come, Lauren. Come all over my finger. Come for me now, baby.” I go back to sucking her clit, and I feel her legs start to shake as her orgasm starts to rush through her. She comes on my hand with a scream, and I continue to lick her slowly as I bring her down. My hand is now planted against her belly, holding her up as I feel her start to slump.
I stand and pick her up, her body pliant, loose, and sated. Her limbs wrap around my neck and my hips. She starts kissing up my neck to my ear, where she whispers, “Please tell me we aren’t finished.”
“Not even fucking close,” I promise as I head up the stairs to her room. Tossing her on the bed, I palm my aching cock and tell her, “We’re just getting started.”
I look down at her, legs spread, arms raised over her head. She looks at me looking at her and then lets her eyes drift closed for a brief second as she gives her body a little stretch before she gets up on her elbows.
“What are you waiting for?” she asks me. “You said we were just getting started.” Sitting up now, she reaches behind her to take off her chunky necklace and throws it on her nightstand, where it lands with a clump. “Do you want me to undress myself or would you like the honors?” She tilts her head to the side, her hair rumpled. She looks fucking perfect.
Her bedroom has a huge picture window, and the light from the street lamps flows into the space, illuminating her with a backlit glow. “You’re taking too long.” She rises up onto her knees. Her skirt is still shoved up around her waist, and she reaches to her side to lower the zipper of her top. A quick shuffle of the garment, and it falls to the bed silently. The only sounds in the room are my breathing and my gasp when I finally see her tits in all their glory. Perfect round globes that are plump and topped with tight pink nipples that call out to be sucked, to be played with, to be teased.
“Jesus.” She pulls the skirt from around her waist and brings it up and over her head, her tits bouncing with her movements. I’m staring to the point of gawking when I notice that she is about to take her panties off. “No, not yet. That’s for me to do.”
She nods her head, watching me from her bed, on her knees, wearing her fuck-me shoes and a black lace thong.
I kick off my shoes, pull off my socks, and unbutton my shirt all the way down, shrugging it off my shoulders. Now, it’s her turn to gasp and gawk. My body is lean, with no fat. The time at the gym and running keeps everything off. My six-pack abs are key to everything. “Jesus right back at you,” she whispers, moving forward on her knees, getting closer to me at the end of the bed.
Her hand fists me, slowly working my cock up and down, as she asks, “Condom?” I reach into my back pocket for my wallet and pull out three. “Only three? We’ll have to make them count, then.” She leans down and bites my nipple then sucks the sting away.