I match her rhythm, fuck her mouth, try to resist the urge to grab her blond ponytail but find I can’t. Her hair is like silk, and I guide her, help her take a millimeter more each time until she almost has my whole cock in her warm mouth.
Yes, so perfect, so—
“I’m going to come. Tell me if I need to get out of your mouth.” But please don’t tell me to get out of your mouth.
She continues, not resisting.
Thank God.
The tiny surges begin, flaming through me, until the dam breaks and I burst inside her, exploding on her tongue.
For a split second, I’m invincible. Bulletproof. My whole world is my groin, and pleasure quakes through me at a million miles an hour.
She takes me, still sliding her lips back and forth, milking every last drop from my cock.
And fuck…
It’s the most satisfying orgasm of my life. Made even more satisfying when I withdraw from her mouth and she doesn’t run away to spit. She swallows. Takes me truly inside her body.
I need to say something to her. Thank her? That seems weird. Tell her how wonderful she was? True, but not enough. Those words don’t even begin to describe the ecstasy she gave me.
I settle for, “Wow.”
She smiles, her lips glistening. “I agree.”
“You…enjoy doing that?” I ask.
“Of course. Otherwise, why would I do it?”
She has me there. Now what? Her gorgeous tits are still out, her perfect nipples erect. Do I leave her unsatisfied? That’s hardly fair. But no way can I fuck her. I’ll never be able to give her up if I do.
And I must give her up.
That’s just reality.
I can give her a climax, though. I’ll go down on her. I’m good at that. I can eat a woman and fuck a woman as good as anyone. It’s the little things I suck at.
I hastily tuck my semi-hard dick back into my pants and zip them up. Ashley makes no move to pull her tank over her tits.
“Take off your shorts,” I say, willing my voice not to crack.
She unzips them, lets them fall to the ground, and steps out of them. I suck in a breath. She’s wearing a pink thong.
And her tan lines… They’re nonexistent. She must sunbathe in the nude.
“Are you wet?” I ask, my voice even lower than usual.
She nods and inches toward me. I grab her hand and lead her back to my office. I want her bent over my desk. God, the image in my head alone has me hard again.
I guide her to my desk. “Bend over,” I say darkly.
I drop to my knees and touch the rosy cheeks of her ass. She’s soft. Every part of her is soft. I grab the thread of her thong and push it down over her hips until it’s a sliver of pink on the floor. She steps out of it, leaving her legs farther apart than they were before. The view is…
Astounding.
She’s pink and swollen and gorgeous. I glide my fingers between her legs.
And wet.
Slick and wet.
I’m hard again. Harder even than I was before. I could so easily drop my jeans and slide inside her, revel in her tightness, her sweetness.
No.
For both our sakes, I hold back. Instead, I grab her rosy cheeks and slide my tongue between them.
I almost expect her to taste like the Syrah grapes we both love. She doesn’t, of course. She’s tangy and sweet at the same time, like one of the Fuji apples my dad grows in his orchard. My favorite of all his fruit.
I lick her again, and then once more. As beautiful as she is this way, her ass in my face, I want to devour her. I pull back, turn her around, and set her on the edge of my desk. “Spread those legs for me.”
She obeys, and now I have a bird’s-eye view of the glory that is Ashley. Her little clit is swollen, her folds are slick and shiny, and between them is the paradise I crave. The paradise I’ll experience only with my tongue and fingers.
Not my cock, no matter how much I ache for it.
I lick her from her clit downward, savoring the juiciness that coats her inner thighs as well as her folds.
That squeaky sigh leaves her throat once more, and it spurs me on. I want to give her the intense pleasure she gave me. Want to feel her shudder beneath my tongue, around my fingers.
I close my lips around her clit and give it a good suck.
“Oh!” she gasps.
Good. Very good. I give it a tug again, and then slide my lips and tongue downward, over her folds, until I thrust into her hot pussy.
She gasps again, then softly sighs, no squeak this time. “You taste like apples,” I rasp against her wetness. “So sweet.”