I slid two fingers inside her as I pressed my tongue down on her pleasure button and felt a surge of wetness against my chin as I started to finger her at the same time.
“Jay…” she moaned, grinding her hips against my face. “Jay…”
“Mmmmm,” I moaned back. I was a man in heaven. Rachel was my goddess, my duchess…
…my girl.
“You feel so incredible,” she whispered, writhing against the couch as I pleasured her. She tasted as good as she smelled and was warm against my face. I curled my fingers up and found her G-spot, and that’s when everything changed.
“OH!” she shouted, clasping a hand over her mouth like she’d forgotten we were all alone out here and she didn’t want to disturb anyone. I made the “come hither” motion and smiled against her pussy as her entire body arched and flexed like she’d been seized by an electric current.
I tried to say, “Come for me,” but all that came out was “cmmm frrr mmmee,” as my face was buried in her nether regions as she quaked against my mouth with orgasmic pleasure.
Her hips bucked and thrust forward but I held her tight, left my fingers and tongue where they were so I wouldn’t overstimulate her as she came down from her climax. When I felt her body starting to relax, I lifted my mouth and grinned at her, probably just as happy as she was.
“Your tongue is magic…” she whispered. “And your fingers…your dick…your everything…”
“Just for you,” I told her as I got back on top of her and readied myself to penetrate her again, but to my surprise, she put a hand over her trembling pussy and shook her head.
“What?” I asked.
Without responding, she simply pointed down at my dick and then to her lips.
I understood immediately; I’d tasted her, now she wanted to taste me.
I didn’t respond either. I simply got up on the couch on my knees and straddled her and presented myself to her. The sensitivity was still there and I growled as she opened her lips and accepted the swollen head of my cock.
“Slowly,” I told her. “I’m close.”
Rachel smiled and gripped my shaft.
“Yeah?” she mewed. “What’s the matter? You don’t want to give me your cum?”
“Oh, I do,” I chuckled. “You want it?”
“I want to taste you, Jay,” she purred. “I want to swallow everything you have to give me.”
Her words inflamed me and my cock pulsed between my thighs. “Yeah, duchess? T
hen open up and I’ll give it to you.”
Chapter Eight
Rachel
The aftershock of the most amazing orgasm of my life had my body tingling and my head light as a cloud as I opened my lips to accept Jay’s enormous dick.
We both moaned as he slid inside. I tasted myself on him, which only heightened my arousal, and reached down between my legs and began to gently play with myself as I sucked him.
I was doing my best, but Jay knew he had to show me what to do, and my desire flared as he circled my head with his hand and grabbed a fistful of my hair.
He owns me, I thought as he began to guide me, moving my mouth up and down on his cock, thrusting gently at the same time.
He was huge, and I gagged as his cock found the back of my throat. I coughed and pulled back as my eyes began to water, but rather than looking annoyed, Jay just smiled down, his gorgeous face glowing like a master’s painting.
“It’s okay,” he chuckled. “You won’t be able to deepthroat me the first time.”
Oh, yeah!? I thought. I was never one to back down from a challenge, and this was one challenge I actually wanted to succeed at.