Our kiss breaks.  He moves down my naked body, the hairs dancing over my breast as his tongue swirls around my nipple.  He raises it to a stiff peak, then draws it deeply into his mouth.  He moves quickly to the other one and repeats the process before kissing his way down my stomach.  I feel the hairs again, following Jack’s mouth all the way.  By the time he reaches my thighs, I am ready for him.  I want him inside me.  Immediately.

But Jack has other ideas.  He spreads my legs with strong hands, his soft lips grazing over my flesh.  His kisses are electric, charging my body with arousal.  He moves from one to the other, deliberately avoiding what lies between them.  I anticipate feeling his tongue on my swollen, juicy pussy.  My hunger is so urgent that I can’t stand it.

He doesn’t keep me waiting very long.  My body jolts as I feel his mouth where I want it most.  He begins to lick me from my ass to my clit, each confident stroke of his tongue sending me closer to the edge.  His licks grow more intense, and I feel the familiar tickle as the hairs tantalize my needy, throbbing clit.  That’s all it takes.

When the waves of release have subsided, we share a kiss.  The taste of my wetness is strong on Jack’s lips and tongue.  We lie in each other’s arms and slowly drift away.  As sleep overtakes me, it occurs to me that it’s the end of Movember, and Jack’s moustache will soon be gone.