What she wants

I wait until she’s dressed; the pretty silk blouse and frilly floral skirt.

“You look beautiful,” I tell her.

She smiles. Blushes.

“Turn around.” I rotate my hand in the air, thrust my chin at her.

She sucks in a breath, but turns.

I push up her skirt to find her bare bottom. “Good girl.”

I brush my fingers over her pussy.

“Oh, Jesus, sweetheart. And you’re so wet."

"You make me wet." Her voice is breathy, barely a whisper.

I smile. "You’re about to get wetter."

I press my mouth against her pussy, savor the salty-sweetness that is hers.

She bends over, her legs wide and I push her cheeks open. She rocks back and forth, riding my tongue, moaning my name.

My cock is throbbing and I need her lips around it. I need to hold her head as I fuck her sweet mouth, but I can’t stop feasting on her juices. She tastes so fucking good.

She’s panting now, and I know she’s close.

I reach up, gently pinch her clit and she groans.

"Please,” she begs. “Please."

And I know what she wants.

I drag my tongue along her wet folds, up to her tight asshole, swirling my tongue round and round.

"Yes!” she moans. “Yes!"

I squeeze her swollen clit and grind her ass with my tongue until she cums, sobbing my name.

Jackhammer

You kiss my throat, run your tongue along the back of my neck. It’s an erogenous zone that makes me instantly wet.

And you know it.

Your hands cup my breasts, massaging, kneading. You roll each nipple between your fingers, pinching and twisting. My legs tremble and my head drops back on your shoulder. You reach down with one hand and finger the wet folds of my pussy. The other hand cups my chin, tilts my face. Your mouth devours mine while your fingers swirl around my clit. My hips rock against your hand as you swallow my moans.

“Please,” I beg. “I need you inside me.”

“Not yet,” you say, against my mouth.

I whimper, grind my hips against your hand, but it’s not enough. I reach down, press your hand against my pussy. Your hand glides down, a finger teases my cunt.

“Yes!” My back against your chest, I arch my hips, hook an arm around your neck. “More,” I beg. “Please. I need more.”

“Greedy girl.” You spin me around, hoist me onto the kitchen table. You yank a chair over and sit, shove my thighs apart. Before I can even sigh, your mouth is on my clit, sucking hard.

“Fuck!” I drop back onto the table and you push my legs back, spreading my legs wider. Your tongue works my clit, licking and swirling. You suck it in between your lips and the sensation has me groaning. You ram your fingers in my cunt.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I hold my knees back and you fuck me, ramming into me like a jackhammer, again and again, until you make me cum hard.