“Maybe. Maybe not.” I shrugged. “But that’s not up to you.”
I lowered myself to him and pressed my lips against his. His mouth moved with mine and just before he could deepen the kiss, I lifted up.
He stared at me through half-closed eyes and asked, “Are you sure?”
I nodded and kissed him again.
He wrapped his arms around me and rolled me to my back as his tongue danced in my mouth. He lifted up and gripped the hem of my shirt. Then he settled his eyes on me with a devilish smirk. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He tugged my shirt over my head. The air chilled my skin, exposed to him. My sapphire blue, lacy bra glittered in the dim light from the hallway. Guy groaned as he took in my perky, round tits. He traced their outline with a finger from both of his hands and sighed.
“Perfection,” he mumbled before reaching behind me and unlatching my bra.
Seconds later, the bra joined my shirt, somewhere in the unknown shadows of the room. I didn’t have the time to care or wonder because Guy’s mouth sucked a nipple into his mouth, increasing the pressure building between my hips. He massaged my other breast with his hand, tantalizingly rubbing my nipple between two fingers.
I sighed, and a soft moan left my lips.
So far, this was better than I ever imagined. And I was thrilled by how delightful every touch was.
Minutes later, after sufficiently sucking and massaging each breast, making my toes curl from pleasure, Guy planted a kiss in the center of my torso. His kisses formed a path to the waistband of my pants, and he tugged on them until they were down my legs. With one more smooth movement, my pants and socks joined the rest of my clothing.
“How do you want me to begin?” he asked.
I stared at him, confused. “There are options?”
He nodded, licking his lips and I gasped.
“That, I want that,” I said, pointing at his mouth.
He grinned. “My pleasure.”
He climbed up my body long enough to kiss me deeply then lowered himself back down my body, planting kisses and nibbles sporadically along my skin as he moved. Then he stopped at my sex, and I almost quivered with anticipation.
He rubbed my sex with the tip of his nose, and he moaned delightfully before brushing my swollen clit with the tip of his tongue. I sucked in a gasp as my legs damn near clamped onto his head.
He chuckled and situated himself between my legs, holding each one in his hands as he continued to lick my sex clean of all its juices. And oh… my God…
As he mouthed my sex with such tantalizing movements, my thighs quaked and pressure built deep inside me. Within minutes, I felt a gush and a rush of pleasure that washed through me like a warm wave crashing against my body.
I cried out my pleasure, twerking against Guy’s mouth as he continued to suck and lick every last bit of my orgasm. Once it faded a little, he chuckled and lifted up. His eyes glistened and he smiled like a kid on Christmas morning.
“What did you think?” he asked.
I sucked in a breath. “Well, I certainly can’t do that myself and I’m glad, because holy shit. I think I would stay in bed for the rest of my life.”
He chuckled. “Lay back and relax. I’m about to do something that will blow that out of the water.”
My curiosities were piqued, and I bit my lower lip as Guy returned to my sex. This time, he held my legs down with his arms as his tongue played with my sex. Then he slid a finger inside me followed by his thumb rubbing against my sensitive clit as the tip of his tongue danced around the base of my swollen mound.
I clutched the bedding in my fists and arched my back as he finger-fucked me and kissed my sex all at the same time. Within seconds another orgasm hit, and it was even stronger than the last.
He wasn’t kidding when he said he was about to blow the last one out of the water.
As my orgasm faded, Guy climbed up my body until he hovered over me, I took one glance into his eyes and gripped his face with both of my hands, and brought his mouth to mine. The taste of my sex had filled his mouth. I didn’t mind it. I just wanted his kiss.
The tip of his erection pressed against the entrance of my sex. He pulled his mouth away and hovered above me.
“You have to tell me if I hurt you,” he said, placing a little more pressure on my entrance with his dick.