When I put one of her peaks to my mouth and suck it in, Michelle moans and arches her back with satisfaction. Her legs try to close, but I spread them with my hands again, arranging myself in between so she can’t do that.
I suck her nipple again, this time harder, palming her other breast with my hand. I kiss the other nipple and do the same with her other breast. She moans, placing her hands on my head and digging her nails into my hair. I take both of her breasts with my hands and press them together to kiss both of them at the same time.
My cock is still trying to escape from my pants, but I ignore it. I can't think of my own needs when I'm with her. Because I want to give her so much pleasure that she'll forget she ever had men before me.
And then I go down again, placing kisses all over her body, faster this time, dying to taste her sweet honey.
When I reach her pussy, I don’t wait any longer. I don’t tease her with gentle smacks; I shove my tongue into her center right away, squeezing her ass with my palms.
Michelle cries out loudly, grabbing the sheets with her hands, bumping her legs into my shoulders. I do a couple of circles inside her hole and then move higher to suck her clit.
When I feel like she's close enough to come, I pull away and place a kiss to her inner thighs. She moans, displeased, unsatisfied that I didn't give her a release.
"Not yet, baby," I whisper into her pussy, stroking her lower lips with my mouth.
"Please," she pleads, breathing heavily, and her voice is like music to my ears.
I cover her clit with my lips and start making gentle circles around it. I do a couple of figure eights, and then a smack, and then more figure eights.
When I feel that Michelle's body is so tense that she's going to come any moment, I pull away again and kiss her abdomen instead.
"Please," she begs, louder this time, gasping for air and arching her back, trying to touch my face with her pussy. "Christopher, please."
I want her to scream my name like this every night for the rest of our lives.
"Have you been a good girl?" I tease her, kissing her pussy but not close to her clit.
"Yes," she moans, nodding in response.
"No, you weren't, Michelle." I shake my head, my nose brushing her clit. "You were naughty and argued with me all the time. Do you think you deserve a release?"
"Yes!" she cries out, trying to close her legs but banging into my shoulders again. "Christopher, please."
I smile and cover my fingers in her juices before shoving one of them rapidly and roughly inside of her sweet cunt. I suck her clit inside my mouth at the same time, as hard as I can, my palm squeezing her ass.
And then she shudders with a scream, shaking in my arms intently, and her inner walls wrap around my finger, milking it even more. I feel the pulsations of her clit under my lips, and I keep sucking it hard, rotating my finger inside of her cunt.
Stroke after stroke as I keep kissing her, trying to prolong her climax. I do like this until I feel that her legs begin to relax, her clit still pulsing under my touch. I stop sucking it but keep covering it with tender kisses, slowing my movements inside her pussy.
As her body relaxes entirely and her legs fall next to me, I gently pull my finger out and give another smack to her clit.
I lift my head up to take a look at Michelle's face. Her eyes are closed, her lips slightly open, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she pants.
I've never seen anything even close to this beauty.
Chapter Fourteen
Michelle
I just had the most intense, most fantastic orgasm in my life. I would've thought it was a dream, but I've never had anything even close to this satisfying ever in my life. All other climaxes I've had with other men are nothing compared to the two I had today with Christopher.
I open my eyes slightly, only to find out that Christopher is sitting on the bed, looking at me, smiling with just the corners of his lips, satisfaction in his eyes. And then I realize that I'm still lying naked in front of him—my boss—while he's fully dressed.
"That's not fair," I say with a smile. "I want to see you, too."
"Then you have to undress me." He smiles back, anticipation glittering in his eyes.
I lift up on my knees, my head still spinning a little, and grab his shirt with my hands, unbuttoning it and looking into Christopher's deep, dark eyes all the way.