You stand close, so close that I can feel your breath on my face.  I’ve wanted you this close for a very long time.  In fact, I’ve wished to have you even closer than this.  Your body language suggests that I may get my wish before the night is over.

All at once you kiss me.  Our lips press together, my mouth opening to yours.  Your tongue snakes into my mouth, finding my own.  My tongue chases yours back into your mouth.  At the same time, you take my hand in yours and place it over your breasts, demonstrating the kind of touch you like best.

As I caress your breasts, I feel your hand move down my body as well.  You settle between my legs, feeling my cock through my jeans.  It’s already stiff beneath the palm of your hand.  You unbuckle my belt, then unbutton and unzip me.  As you slide down my jeans, my hardness springs forth.

The kiss breaks and I move my mouth down your neck, kissing softly.  Your tight white tank top hugs your figure.  You look sexy in it, but right now it’s just in my way.  You raise your arms up over your head, and I slide the tank top off of you.  Uncovered, your breasts are full and round, and they resemble ripe fruit.  In my mind I wonder if they are as sweet and tasty.

As you reach back down to stroke me, I lower my head to your breast and encircle your nipple with my mouth.  Moaning with pleasure, you take your hand off of my cock and place it on my head.  You hold it in place as though you’re afraid I’ll stop, but the thought never crossed my mind.  I draw your breast ever deeper into my mouth, my tongue fondling you hungrily.

My hand wanders over your stomach and sneaks down the front of your shorts.  I feel your wetness on my fingertips, and my mind comes alive with thoughts of tasting you.  I find your clit engorged and throbbing, and your lips open to my probing touch.  You gasp faintly as I touch you, and our mouths meet again.  You begin to tug at your shorts, and I help you out of them.  In seconds they’re at your feet.  You step out of them, and once you’re naked you lead me to the bed.

While I remove my clothes, you climb atop the mattress.  My excitement is very apparent as I watch you crawl across the bed.  Your pretty eyes hold my gaze, and I join you on the bed.  I lie you down on your back and caress your warm, smooth thighs, kisses tracing the movements of my hands.  I part your legs wide and bury my face between them, lapping eagerly with a skilled tongue.

I slip a couple fingers inside you as well, curving them upward in search of your G-spot.  At the same time my tongue coaxes your clit out from under its hood.  Your hands grip my hair, your movements a silent testimonial to my efforts.  As my fingers find their goal I feel your body tense up, your thighs tightening against my head.  Your breathing speeds up as your arousal builds.  I’m hungry for your climax, and I devour you with great intensity.

Your moans of pleasure betray your impending orgasm.  You cum explosively, soaking my mouth and my tongue.  You buck hard against my face, but I ride your undulations, never once missing a lick.  Before the first orgasm has had a chance to subside, another one hits you.  I continue to pleasure you with fingers and tongue, intent on leaving you utterly satisfied.

Feeling your wetness on my chin and dripping down my chest, I take my hand away and replace it with my mouth.  Your pussy is fragrant, sweet, and very juicy.  I can’t get enough.  Long, slow licks with my tongue ensure another orgasm, one that leaves your body throbbing with pleasure.

You lie silently, your breasts rising and falling with every breath.  Emerging from between your legs, I taste you on my lips.  I’m only taking a break; my hunger is not yet sated.

“Don’t go anywhere,” you say.  “It’s your turn.”

-Jack

Continued here.

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