She barked out a loud laugh. “They’d think I’m fat as a cow!”
“No.” Not possible.
“Obese,” she insisted, running her hand over her stomach.
“Do you feel that way?”
She shrugged, tilting her head to the side and considering the question. The fact that she even had to pause to formulate her answer made me angry. “I’m getting used to it. But I’ve had it drilled into me from such an early age, the virtue of staying abnormally thin. You know what professional ballerinas do during lunchtime?”
I shook my head; no I did not know.
“They get on the elliptical to burn calories. It’s insane.”
“I hope you feel good about your body now.” I moved to touch her, wrap my hand around her waist. “You’re so gorgeous.”
“You make me feel gorgeous.” She smiled at me shyly.
“I like that.” I kissed her, running my hand through her hair. The thought that she’d spent so many years chasing an unrealistic ideal, torturing and denying herself, that didn’t sit well with me. She needed to enjoy herself. “You know, this pizza’s been delicious.” I kissed her again, reaching a hand down to the swell of her breast, the curve of her hip. “But I’m feeling like I want some dessert.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I don’t think I have anything.”
Silly thing, she thought I meant food. “Lie back,” I told her as my hands went to her waistband.
“Oh, you mean—!”
“Let me show you what I mean.” She lay down and I slid off her panties, then settled in between her legs. I loved the smell of her, the glistening arousal I could already see. She was so sensitive, the second I touched the tip of my tongue to her pussy she gasped, her fingers curling into the sofa cushion. I laughed, enjoying the power of her response, and I started playing with her, giving her a lick right where she needed it, then moving away, kissing, licking, making her wiggle her hips and whimper.
“You like that.” I reveled in her arousal, picking my head up to blow gently on her wetness.
“Ooh.” She writhed in my hands, her nipples standing out firm against her T-shirt.
“Are you going to cum for me?” I asked, knowing the answer but wanting to her it from her lips.
“Yes,” she moaned and I dove back in, fucking her with my tongue as I used my fingers to play with her clit. She rose her hips up and pushed against my mouth, impatient. I moved to the side and bit her inner thigh.
“You lay down and take it,” I told her. “I decide when you cum.”
With a frustrated groan, she went limp again, spreading her thighs wide for me. I took my time, enjoying the way she quivered as I showered light kisses on her thighs, her stomach. She jumped when I finally brought my mouth back to her pussy and pushed my tongue up against her slick clit. I grabbed her ass cheeks and held her right where I wanted her, fastening her there so I could feast on her. Licking, sucking, she shuddered around me, gasping and moaning.
“Now you cum.” I sucked hard on her clit as I plunged two fingers up inside her pussy, deep.
She cried out, grabbing hold of a sofa cushion, sobbing as I sucked and licked every last bit of pleasure out of her.
“Liam.” She sounded winded, as if she’d just finished a sprint.
I smiled at her, pulling her up to sit on my lap on the couch. She nestled there, her head against my chest. I was rock hard underneath her bottom, but I wasn’t going to push for anything more. I’d already taken her against the wall earlier that day, and I’d loved going down on her. The woman needed to rest.
But damn the little minx if she didn’t start moving against me. At first I thought she was squirming to get comfortable. But then she moved her hand down, too, right against my cock and there was no mistaking what she was doing.
“Can I…?” she started to ask, tentative, shy. “Can I touch you, Liam?” Her fingers at the button of my fly, she looked into my eyes.
“You want to touch me?” I wasn’t going to say no.
She nodded, adding in a whisper. “I want to go down on you. I want to make you feel good.” With a quick smile, she scrambled down to her knees, still naked from the waist down.
“Take your top off.” I watched her, lust already clouding my gaze and she leaned back on her heels and took off her shirt, then her bra. I pulled my jeans and briefs off, then settled back onto the couch with my legs parted enough for her to get in close.
“You’re so big,” she marveled, moving to grasp my cock with her hands. She ran her fingers along its length, tracing the veins, outlining the smooth edge of my crown. I did have a big cock, thick and long, and I didn’t know how much of it she could take down her throat. But I’d enjoy whatever she managed.
“Start slow,” I coaxed her. “And relax.”
Eager, she scooted closer to the couch, then bent down over my cock and darted out her tongue in a slow lick, swirling along my head. “Mmm,” she sighed, bending down again, taking more in. Sucking, swirling, she worked her way down, then up again, exploring my cock with her mouth.
But then she popped off and looked up at me, sexy through her eyelashes. “Liam?” she asked. “Will you show me how you like it?”
“You want me to show you how I like it?” My voice sounded thick and gruff with desire. She nodded. “All right. Just follow my lead.” My cock swelled, ready for my eager student.
I brought my hand to the back of her head, cupping it there. She looked at me once again, smiling before she brought her sweet mouth down again, hot and wet. I fisted my hand in her hair, gaining purchase so I could guide her in a rhythm, working her down along my cock, thrusting into her eager, open mouth.
“Relax, baby,” I instructed, bringing her down on my cock, pushing my way down her throat. “Take me in and suck.”
“Mmm,” she purred deep in her throat, the vibrations massaging me in her tight, wet heat. I could feel I was hitting the back of her throat and she started to gag.
“Relax your throat,” I guided her, pulling out slightly but keeping the rhythm. With my other hand I reached down and found her nipple, toying with it in my fingers. It was taut with arousal. She liked going down on her knees and serving me. “Show me how good you can suck, baby,” I coaxed her, twisting her nipple in my fingers.
Eyes open wide, watering with effort she looked up at me and took my cock in deep, then deeper than before. I grabbed her hair hard, pushing her down on my dick, watching her work to get me off. She moaned deep in her throat as she struggled to suck me in deep. It felt so good and she looked so hot, on
her knees before me, taking me down her throat. I could feel the cum building inside me, my balls tightening.
Rougher now, I grabbed her hair and started fucking her face. “That’s it,” I encouraged her. “Suck it.” She whimpered with need, sucking and slurping as I grew close.
“I’m going to cum, Sophie,” I told her and I released her hair, giving her the option of coming off. The thought of cumming down her throat sounded amazing, but she might need to work up to it. I could cum all over her tits instead and I wouldn’t complain. But she stayed on me, taking me farther down her throat, sucking and moaning on my cock to let me know exactly where she wanted it.
“Ah, Sophie,” I groaned, leaning back on the sofa, watching intently as she kept up the rhythm, taking me down so deep. Starting to cum, I brought my hand to the back of her head again, holding her there as I thrust down her throat, spurting hot and deep down into her. Her eyes wide, she sucked and groaned, swallowing everything I had to give her.
“Yes,” I groaned, cumming and cumming more as she eagerly sucked and licked, swallowing me down. She didn’t stop until I relaxed back onto the couch, limp and spent. Slowly sliding off me, she smiled up with a satisfied expression on her face.
“You taste so good.” She rested her head on my thigh.
“Holy shit, Sophie.” I could barely speak. She’d just given me the best blow job of my life.
“That turned me on so much,” she confessed, climbing back up to my lap. Bringing my hand to her pussy, she showed me. “See how wet I am?”
“From sucking me?” I asked, thrilled at the discovery.
“Yes,” she agreed, eyes closed as she rested her head on my shoulder, moving my fingers against her clit. “Liam, I think…” She bucked her hips against my fingers. “I’m close again.”
“You liked getting down on your knees for me.” I pressed against her clit, feeling how slick she’d become from serving. “You liked it when I grabbed your hair and pushed you down on my cock.” Leisurely, I fucked her with my fingers.
“Yes,” she admitted, eyes closed, head resting against my shoulder.
“And you liked swallowing my cum.”