She inhales a shaky little breath as her fingers squeeze around the base of my cock.
“Would you put your mouth on me?” She takes one hand and raises her breast toward my face. “Suck on me? Here?” Her voice is tiny, embarrassed, and I have to say it turns me on even more.
I don’t have words, I only have action. I take her tit in both hands, and with the first brush of her nipple on my lips I swear there is no air left in the room.
White sparks blind me as a primal roar rips from my chest and I finally fall over the edge. Thick, hot jets of my cum spurt from me as I suck her nipple deep into my mouth.
The muscles in my legs twitch and harden as I grip the soft flesh of her breast and feed myself on her, listening to the little yips and yelps of pleasure emanating from the woman I’ve dreamed about for so long.
As I cum all over her hand, she doesn’t hesitate or withdraw. Instead she slows her strokes, drawing cum from the base to the tip, and I think I’m going to die when I see her bring her cum covered fingers to her lips and suck them in, taking my white release into her mouth on a moan.
I move between her breasts for a few more minutes, tasting each one, nibbling and suckling until she begins to writhe and grind on top of me, the soaking fabric of her panties connecting with my still-hard length, but my mouth needs more.
Her body shudders as I release her nipple from my mouth, grabbing her ass and spinning us both around, dropping her in my place on the sofa as I ease my body down between her legs. I lean back, putting my weight on my heels, and see the dark spot on the white fabric between her legs, her red skirt gathered up around her hips as her sweater and bra fall wide open, the swell of her tits bared to the world.
She’s magnificent, her eyes hazy with lust as her mouth hangs open, shallow breaths making her chest rise and fall.
I reach up and grab the elastic of her panties, leaning down to grind my face into the soaking spot, taking a deep breath. The scent of her sticky sweet juice races through me like wildfire and I tug the fabric down, ripping her panties from her feet and displacing the red heels before shoving her knees wide again as I take a long slow look at the world’s prettiest pink pussy.
“God, Cole…”
“It’s okay, sweet Candy Cane, I’m going to take such good care of you.”
She trembles as I press my face to her wet warmth and take a long, slow lick through her drenched creases. She winces when my tongue finds her opening and a moment later a little spurt of her juices is released into my hungry mouth as I press inside, feeling her resistance still there, waiting for me.
I imagine shoving my cock into that tight hole, and the idea nearly makes me cum again right then, but eating her is better than I could have imagined and I don’t want to ever stop.
She’s watching me through narrow eyes as I work my tongue up and down, flicking and circling around her clit as my hand runs down to her calves, gripping them hard and pulling her impossibly wide to get at every sweet, silky inch of her.
Her lush body trembles as I lick and suck, her sticky juices coating my mouth and face as her flavor burns through me, branding me forever with what I know to be mine and mine alone.
A few minutes later, her hands come to my head, fingers holding onto my hair as her body stills and her hips pulse against my ravaging mouth.
“God, Cole…oh my God…”
That’s all she gets out before her body starts to shake, bucking as she screams, nearly shaking the very windows as I hold her in place, unrelenting, needing more.
Another orgasm tears through her and as she shudders, the noises she’s making turning pained, and I reluctantly slow my movements. Kissing and licking her slowly, I gradually bring her back down, and look up to see shock in her eyes.
“I’ve never felt anything like that…”
“No? Good. Get used to it, because there’s about a million of those in your future. I’m not ready to stop. You don’t want more?”
“I do… I want—” There’s the sound of a car horn and her eyes go wide.. “That’s my Dad’s text tone, I should see what he says.” Her voice is anxious and I relent.
Reaching out, I pull myself up beside her on the sofa, holding her steady in my arms, her face flushed and her hair a sexy mess.