Blind Date

“God, I’ve missed this,” he whispered as his tongue slipped between her lips to find her clit, working the fleshy folds back until it was revealed to him. His arms slipped easily under her thighs, lifting her more fully to his mouth. She slid her hands over her breasts, cupping, squeezing. She slowly rubbed her nipples through her blouse with her palms, feeling the sensation intensify.

“Yes!” Annie could feel that gentle tug beginning in her lower belly. “Yes, yes!” Her words made him moan against her pussy, the sound reverberating through her whole body as his tongue quickened. His finger slid down her slit and then in, his tongue concentrating just where she wanted it, where she needed it.

The slow movement of his fingers-one, then two, then three, pumping inside of her-s--ent her teetering closer to the edge. His rhythm followed her breathing, faster and faster still, his other hand slipping between her bottom and the cot. His palm pressed against her lower back, steadying and guiding her.

“I’m so close!” Annie cried. “Oh god, yes, make me come!” She knew it was imminent. She could feel it beginning, and she let the first pulsing heat fill her core. “Now! Now!” She lifted her hips and squeezed her nipples hard, feeling the cascade of her juices running down her behind. He grunted, holding her tight, his mouth steady and still licking. His fingers were buried so deep that she could feel her muscles tightening around them as the sensation swelled, crested, and then broke, rippling outward through her entire body. He held her close, rubbing his wet face against her thighs, kissing, licking, nibbling.

His tongue sought to find her clit again, but she covered it with her hand.

“Ohhh wait,” she gasped. “Too sensitive.”

He chuckled and they stayed that way for a moment as Annie’s breath slowed, her fingers in his hair. His tongue continued to tease her as her whimpers began to turn to moans. She gasped as he parted her flesh with his fingers, easing his way up and down her folds with his soft, wet tongue, feeling herself giving in to him again.

He teased her, probing around the tender hole of her pussy, sinking his tongue in and scooping out more of her juices. He lapped at her, burying his whole face against her mound as her lips parted and gave way to pink, slick flesh.

“Ohhh yes!” Annie reached between her thighs and parted her lips, showing him, pointing the way. He nudged her fingers aside with his tongue, beginning to lick her clit back and forth, round and round. His mouth was fastened over her pussy, licking and sucking her tiny clit as her thighs trembled in his hands. The muscles there were taut and quivering, and Annie arched against him.

“So close,” she murmured, her body just beginning to tense as it sailed over that delicious edge. “Oh god, baby, make me come again!” Eric licked faster as Annie found her release, the soft shudder and shake of her making him moan against her mound. Her juices flowed like water down his chin and cheeks and he swallowed her greedily.

Annie gasped as she pulled his head back and leaned forward to kiss him, tasting herself in his mouth as their tongues touched. Her hand reached down to find him, thick and hard. He groaned against her mouth when she squeezed, teasing the head with her thumb.

“I want you in my mouth,” she murmured, jerking insistently on his cock.

“Again?” he gasped as she tugged him to stand in front of her. She fondled his balls and kissed the tip of him. Annie leaned back on the cot, grasping and squeezing his slick length.

“Come up here,” she insisted. She pulled her shirt off, unhooking her bra to expose her breasts to him. He straddled her belly and Annie bit her lip, looking up at him. Just seeing him sitting up there, his balls resting on her ribcage, his cock rising up out of a thick patch of hair, pre-cum trailing down the shaft it tiny rivulets, made her clit, still hiding in its sheath, begin to pulse again. He had a beautiful cock that tilted slightly and endearingly to the right when it was this hard, making her want to follow it and capture it with her mouth.

She licked her palm, letting her saliva and his pre-cum mix as she slid her hand down the shaft. She could see and feel every swell along his cock, every vein, the leaking tip, the throbbing shaft. She could feel more than hear the deep sounds he made in his throat as she slowly stroked him, easing the skin over the tip and using her fingers in a circle to tease the ridge. His head fell back, his eyes closed, his arms simply hung limp at his side, as if he were nothing but his cock in that moment.

“Oh Annie!” he moaned. She rewarded the sound of her name in his mouth with deeper, longer strokes. His eyes flew open and he looked down at her. She cupped his balls lightly, rubbing them in her hands, and he gasped,

“Yes!” His hands found her breasts, thumbing her nipples. His eyes were closed as he squeezed and massaged her breasts, making her moan softly.