The moment she took him in her mouth, she closed her eyes in utter bliss, blown away by the taste of him on her tongue. She felt him jerk upwards in instant reaction, and she balanced a free hand on his abs as she worked her lips on his shaft. For the first time, he lifted his hands from the bed and now threaded them into her hair, his touch caressing as she sucked on him with manifest delight.
Heck, she was practically humming in pleasure, her lips wrapping firmly around him as she bobbed her head. She alternated between fast and slow, but her pace was always steady, never breaking. She slid her mouth up and down on him again and again, taking him as deep as she dared, her lips stretching as far as they could go round his stiff pole.
She intensified the sensations by teasing him with her tongue flicking over his cap and along his length, even as she blew him. She didn’t even know how she knew what to do; she’d certainly never been this adventurous before. But instinctively, she seemed to know how to please him, switching the manner of her ministrations up from mild to downright wanton as she bathed him in saliva. She licked, sucked, and nibbled, till she could feel his meaty manhood begin to pulsate and tighten within her mouth. She was pushing him to the brink, tormenting him with pleasure and making his whole body stiffen against the threatening tide. Miranda could sense it; she knew he was close, and she gloried in her power to make him go so close to the edge.
“Stop.” His voice was alien, almost strangled, and she felt his fingers clench gently into her hair as he drew her off his now painfully hard cock. She chuckled softly as she looked up at his tortured expression, his skin slightly flushed. He saw her little smile of triumph, and he grinned suddenly. “Witch. You enjoyed driving me nuts, didn’t you? Well, you might as well allow me to return the favour...”
His words sent a thrill of anticipation running through Miranda’s veins. She was still all-atremble herself, not as unmoved by sucking on him as she appeared. She lay flat on her back beneath him, biting on her lip to quell a moan as his warm hands fell on her hips. He hooked fingers into her thong panties and drew them down, past her knees and then off her ankles. She felt his eyes upon her sex, and almost shuddered because a flash of something dark and fiery glittered through his gaze. And she was in no way surprised that when he finally put his hand to her pussy for the first time, there was an unmistakable squelching sound.
“Wet...so wet,” he let out in that unrecognisable voice, and Miranda looked away half in embarrassment, her normal shyness resurfacing. But then she felt him tip her chin back so that she could face him again.
“Don’t be ashamed of wanting this, Miranda. I told you, that’s the only way it’s going to count. Because I don’t want it to be all about me. Ever. And I’m going to show you how much your pleasure, your satisfaction, means to me.”
Oh boy, Miranda thought with an inner shiver as she felt him settle above her. His broad build was almost dwarfing even her far from petite frame. She tried to maintain her cool, and tell her self that those lips he trailed softly over her collar bone were in no way weakening. No, she wasn’t melting to pieces beneath his touch, not even when he stroked his fingertips along the puffy furrows of her nether lips. And yet, why did her thighs quiver so? Why did it feel like her nipples were about to explode when he put them in his mouth, one after the other? And what was that strange, keening sound coming from her mouth just as, without warning, he thrust his fingers deep into her?
Before long, Miranda found herself succumbing, moan by moan, to his sensual skill. She never really stood a chance, did she? Not when every little thing he did seemed to throw her into a gasping frenzy. The things he did with his hands, his mouth... She’d never have dreamed she would be on the receiving end of such unquenchable, body-shuddering ecstasy. With a flash of foresight, she suddenly saw the next six days stretching in one endless pattern of bliss.
***
By the end of the night, he’d made good his promise of pleasure and satisfaction - never more so than at that point when he’d lowered his face between her parted thighs and placed his tongue upon her sex. Miranda could remember how she’d arched involuntarily from the bed, stiffening with a sharp, sweet agony. And he was so relentless, giving her no recovery time as he took her from one plane of ecstasy to the next.
He tongued her molten slit and drew out even more moisture, taking turns between sucking on her engorged clit, and sawing his fingers steadily into her clenching walls.
She’d felt set on fire, and could recall once or twice screaming out his name, and hearing him reply with an approving groan. Especially when, without warning, she gushed upon his tongue. Miranda hadn’t even seen it coming; one second she’d been writhing beneath the onslaught of his tongue and lips, and then suddenly, a burst of light exploded in her vision and then she came, her juices sleeting forth.