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against hers. She wrapped her right leg around him, enjoying the feel of his soft skin, the taught muscles flexing and contracting underneath the surface.
    “I said,”—a smile played at the corner of his mouth—“how many orgasms do you want to have? You must have at least two. Those are the rules.”
    “Really? And whose rules are these?”
    “Mine.” The grin made its full appearance. “But it’s at least two. If you’d like to have more, I’d be happy to oblige.”  
    Aisha laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Two orgasms? You mean tonight? As in before you leave?”
    “Yes, of course. Don’t tell me you’ve never had two in one evening before.”
    She snorted. “I don’t always have one, let alone two.”
    “Well.” Greg placed his finger directly on her clit and pressed down gently. Aisha gasped. “We’re going to have to change that.”
    “Okay, two it is then.” She pushed the back of her head deep into the pillow and lifted her hips in response to Greg’s touch. He removed his hand, and Aisha bit her lip in anticipation as he slowly worked his way down her body with his tongue. The wetness traced its way down to her belly button. He tickled it with his mouth and she giggled. She looked down to see Greg grinning up at her as he approached her pussy. The mere thought of his tongue caressing her clit was almost too much, and she wanted to tell Greg to hurry up and lick her. But he took his time, rubbing his face into her dark, course hairs and kissing the insides of her thighs. His breath caressed her sensitive skin, and inside her body screamed that it wanted him now, but Greg took his slow, delicious time.
    Finally, he parted her lips with his fingers and ran his tongue up her juicy folds. Aisha arched her back and moaned. Greg explored the opening to her pussy, rimming it before pushing his tongue inside her. She shuddered. Glancing down, she could only see the top of Greg’s head, so she closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations. He wriggled his tongue inside her with an undulating rhythm that made Aisha grip the sheets. Slowly at first, before increasing his delicious tempo to a speed that made Aisha’s breath falter. With his hands, he pushed on the insides of her thighs, and she became aware that she was practically crushing Greg’s head between them.
    Her eyes flew open. “Sorry,” she wheezed, finding it difficult to speak.
    “Hey, no problem.” Greg lifted his head. “That just means I’m doing a good job.” He bent down again and gave her pussy a quick lick from bottom to top, stopping briefly at her clit to tickle it with the tip of his tongue.
    Aisha let out a sound halfway between a grunt and a yell, and her hips jerked upward. Greg slipped his hands underneath her and gripped her ass, repositioning her pussy close to his face. This time, he licked her with the full surface of his tongue, and Aisha could feel its roughness caressing every inch of her. He moved from south to north again, over and over, each time stimulating her from the opening of her pussy to her clit. Aisha felt herself grow wetter and wetter with each pass of his tongue, and the sound of Greg devouring her filled her ears and sent shivers down her spine.  
    “Don’t st—” was all she could get out before she came, arching her back so violently that Greg had to grab her ass even more firmly to hold her in place. Her orgasm rushed through her like a current, setting every pore ablaze. Greg kept stroking her with his tongue as she came, and the sensation soon became too much as her senses went into overload. “Enough.” She grunted. “That’s enough.”
    Greg let her go, and as he sat up, she could still feel the imprint of his hands on her ass from where he struggled to restrain her. She kept her eyes closed as the residual shockwaves rippled through her body. Every inch of her felt alive.
    “Good?” Greg’s voice whispered in her ear.
    Unable to speak, Aisha simply