“It was this age gap romance and the guy?Well, he was really into this bondage stuff and—”
“Damn, woman, I like how you think.”
She smiles. “Really? That doesn't overwhelm you?”
“No. I love it. Just like I love your pussy. I mean, you're so pink and so wet. You fucking glisten.”
“I glisten?” she teases. “Wow, such a vocabulary. You must be a reader.”
“Sure, I love to read. I've even written a book.”
“Really?” She kisses my neck, her hands roaming all over me. “You're like a Renaissance man.”
“Oh, yeah, I build boats too.”
“I’m impressed,” she says, rolling onto her back, dropping her knees open. “Just touch me, please, and stop talking.”
I laugh, unable to control myself. Because what I see before me is the fucking gift of the gods. A dripping pussy. An angel. A virgin. Lemon Rough. Ready, willing, and wanting me.
I begin to finger her ever so slowly. My cock is aching all the time. But she seems to know this, understand what a man like me might need, because she reaches out her hand and begins to pump me ever so slowly, licking her lips as she does.
“I want all of this at once,” she whispers. “I want to touch you and taste you. I want you to lick me.” She shakes her head as if in a fever and a fury.
I look at her, so beautiful, so vulnerable, so fucking horny. “I do. I have an idea.” I tell her. “Come here, baby.”
“I'm already your baby?” she asks with a smile.
“Shut up and roll over.” I spank her ass, squeezing it playfully as we trade places.
Soon enough, I'm on my back. And this girl? She’s straddling me backwards. She may be a virgin, same as me, but I guess we both know what we like, or at least what wewant.
And we want this moment to be magic.
We're not gonna let it fade into something vanilla. Something ordinary. Fuck. We already had a three-course meal. Now we're having our goddamn dessert.
“Just drop your mouth open,” I tell her, “and take me as best you can.”
“I love the directions,” she says.
“You do? In that case, scoot your ass back here, baby, so I can start licking your cunt like I crave.”
“Oh gosh,” she whimpers, “when you talk like that…” She looks over her shoulder. “I mean, you realize we've gone from zero to 100 in about an hour flat, right?”
“Yeah, but I think the foreplay started the moment you started staring at me on my paddleboard.”
“Or maybe it was the moment you wanted to give me CPR. While I was unconscious.”
“You weren't unconscious,” I tease her as I begin to lick her pussy. And damn, she’s wet and ready. And sure, I have nothing to compare it to, but all I know is Lemon is sweet like sugar, like a lemon drop.
Like the best thing I've ever tasted in my whole fucking life.
I have spent my life alone, like a goddamn hermit, pushing everyone away, but in this moment, I'm glad I have because it meant I saved myself for her and her alone.
And at the same , I'm losing all sense of reality because she is sucking me off like I'm a prize she can't get enough of.
“Oh god,” I groan as I lick her, as I flick my tongue over her cunt, as she moves up and down.
She's whimpering, pleading, and we're both hungry and needy, begging for more.