said, speaking into her lower lips, which were still puffy and damp from his recent attentions. "This is a view."
He eased her downwards until the tip of his tongue met her fat pink clit and he was able to breathe heat on to it and lick it in featherlight strokes.
He held her bottom, preventing her grinding or backing away from him, keeping her in position.
"Oh God, this is…" she moaned, her voice muffled by the chair cushion.
"Mmm," he agreed, pushing his tongue around her dips and curves, circling her clit without giving it the relief of firm touch. He used his hands to prise her bottom cheeks apart, spreading her pussy wider, exposing her to his deeper explorations. He dug his fingers into her cleft, which made her tremble and whimper as if she feared he was going to go further inside. But that could wait. Maybe not long but it was certainly an item for further down his list.
She flexed and rotated her hips, giving up on the idea of escape, giving in to his tongue. He felt her thighs relax, but they still quivered, beyond her control now. He fastened his mouth around her clit and flattened his tongue against the bud, moulding it to its shape then licking with full, long strokes.
However long this gift-girl stayed, whatever happened between them, she would leave knowing that she was going to have to search hi gh and low for a lover who compared to him.
Above his head, a little shower of incoherent sobs and sighs fell from her lips. He felt the tension in her body, slowly releasing as she lost all control of her impulses. She was his. He had her in his palm, in thrall to his tongue and his fingers, which stroked and wriggled in her cleft while she poured more juices into his mouth.
If he found that perfect spot, he would make her come again. This time she would come longer and harder, this time she would have the biggest climax of her life. And perhaps she would say his name.
He was savage and unrelenting in his devouring of her, and then he found that exact combination of pace and location and motion of tongue that made her stiffen ahead of what promised to be an almighty release.
"Oh, oh," he heard her prepare herself, and he kept up the pressure accordingly, licking and sucking hard while she beat at the chair cushion and bucked to and fro as if being thrown from a horse. She'd felt that all right. She'd remember that all her life.
But she didn't say his name. Perhaps next time.
He gave her clit one last salutory smooch then he let go of her buttocks and slid out from underneath her crotch. Inside his jeans, he was pretty close to catching fire. He hoped she wouldn’t need too long to recover, though he could always deal with himself if it came to it. He pictured himself covering her breasts and belly with silver ropes of ejaculate, letting it cool and dry on her skin, marking her as his.
Taking a deep breath, he knelt up and held her from behind, clasping his hands around her stomach, kissing the back of her neck.
"Have I killed you, sweetheart?" he crooned into her ear. "Are you all done for?"
He settled his trouser-bulge into the crack of her bottom and rubbed it up and down.
"That was amazing," she slurred. "I'm like, floating. On a cloud. Woah."
He nibbled at her earlobe and flicked his tongue into the spot beneath.
"Another satisfied customer," he said. "Are you worn out , love? Do you just want to lie down while I sort myself out?"
"No, no," she protested, though he could hear that she stifled a yawn. "Can't have that. I want to…give me a moment. I'll be with you in a moment."
He laughed darkly, delighted at the effect he had had on her, then he lifted her to her feet, took his place in the armchair and pulled her down on his lap for more kissing. Never mind that his lips were sore, and hers must be even more so, given the evening stubble that had crept on to his chin and lower cheeks.
He tugged at her pigtails, removing the elastics and unplaiting them.
"What are these?" he scolded
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