Opal blushed. She’d never asked anything like that from him.
“Please, I want to hear you ask me. I need to hear you ask me.”
Licking her lips, she glanced into his eyes. She saw his need reflected back at her. There was nothing he could ask that she wouldn’t do. “Lick my pussy, please.”
The words felt good and liberating. As if she’d passed a huge hurdle in her life.
“Your wish is my command.” He opened her wide and tongued her clit. She moaned as the sensation went through her whole body. He pierced her with his fingers as his tongue danced along her slit. Opal cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the desk for support. Her mind went blank to everything but the pleasure he created with his fingers, mouth and tongue.
She closed her eyes, flung her head back as the ecstasy thrilled through her. Her cries echoed off the walls, and Tony lapped her up. She heard the sounds as he drank her down.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he said.
As always he brought her down from the high slowly. Every point sensitive. Her breasts ached, and her legs throbbed from the position. What had seemed like seconds to her had taken up so much time.
“I could do that to you all night.” He stood, unbuttoning his jeans. They’d been together for a while, and she was shocked with the fact she hadn’t seen his cock. Tony spent the time to explore her body, while his remained a mystery to her.
When he went to open her legs, she stopped him. A thought appeared in her mind.
“Wait, I want to kiss you like you do me,” she said.
“What?”
“You touch and kiss my pussy. I want to touch and kiss your cock.”
He hissed, his eyes seeming to darken from her words. “You want to suck my dick?” The harsh words affected her body. She couldn’t stop the way she responded to how he spoke.
“Yes. I want to suck your dick,” she said. Opal pushed on his chest until he sat back in his chair. She’d never done anything so daring before. Slipping off the desk and onto her knees, she stared at his long, thick prick sticking up to attention.
His shaft fascinated her. She reached out her fingers to grasp him. He was smooth to the touch but hard at the same time. The difference in the strength and feel of him amazed her. She pulled back the foreskin and saw the tip of his cock, wet.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“My cum.”
“Like mine?”
He nodded his head. Smiling, she licked along the tip where the small slit was weeping. She moaned as his taste touched her tongue. He tasted salty. Nothing disgusting, but uniquely Tony.
“Fuck. That feels good.”
She bobbed her head on the shaft relishing the moans and curses coming out of him. His hands held onto the handles of his chair. Several times she noted he went to touch her head, then stopped.
“Touch me,” she said. “I won’t break. I want you to enjoy what I’m doing to you the way I enjoy what you do to me.”
His guttural moan delighted her. Tony grabbed a fistful of her hair and began to set a pace for her to suck him.
“Touch my balls.”
Opal let go of one of his legs to cup the tight sack under his cock. He jerked in her mouth. She played with them, cupping them in her hand, testing the weight. The pace picked up as Tony grew closer to the limit. Saliva coated his cock as he hit the back of her throat. She relaxed her mouth. Allowed him to have his way with her. His cock pulsed and thickened at the back of her throat.
“Fuck. Baby, I’m going to come. If you don’t want to swallow tap me to stop me.”
She’d never tasted all of his cum. When she found her release, he accepted her without complaint. She wanted to give him this.
He cried out as his seed hit the back of her throat. Opal didn’t have time to think about what to do. Her instincts took over. She swallowed down his spunk and moaned. He looked happy and relaxed. Inside she danced for joy. She’d given him something that no one could take away from her.
Once the pulses subsided, she lifted off his shaft, resting her head on his leg.
“Come on, Petal. Let’s go to bed.” Tony lifted her in his arms as he carried her to bed. He held her through the whole night. Opal enjoyed the feel of his arms around her. Nothing could change the way she felt about him. Nothing.