“Oh, God, woman, you’re making me hard as rock.”
“I am?” she asks, running her hands through my hair.
I look up at her from where I kneel before her, and our eyes meet. In that moment, I feel something tug inside me, and it fucking scares me to death. Like maybe this heart I swore to God I’d never give anyone might be capable of belonging to someone else.
Shit, this woman is trouble, and yet ... I can’t stop myself. I need to be inside her again.
“Take off your top,” I tell her. “I want to see your tits when I look up. I need to see your skin.”
“Will someone walk in?” she asks, looking around the empty gym.
“It’s locked and, baby, I don’t fucking care. I want someone to see me licking your pussy until you come all over my face. I want someone to know how fucking lucky I am.”
She doesn’t hesitate, and I know she likes hearing how much I’m enjoying this. It turns me on, knowing she wants me to be in control. Oh, I’ll fucking take control.
Her arms pull her top over her head, and her sports bra along with it. Now that her tits are exposed, I run a hand along her flat stomach, reaching a palm over her soft breasts. Then I press my mouth against her slit, and my tongue weaves its way into her folds.
“Oh, McQueen, that’s, oh. Ohhh.” And then she stills her voice, unable to speak as I lick her up and down.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her to the floor, where a mat covers the ground. She’s completely naked, and flat on her back. I part her legs, wanting to suck her pretty little clit until she gushes for me.
“You’re gonna like this, baby,” I tell her, lowering my face to her spread legs.
My tongue knows right where it belongs, deep in her folds, and I flick hard and fast, knowing she loves it by the way her hands pull through my hair, the way her legs tighten up.
I push them back down, knowing she has no idea what she is in for. Slowly I begin at her hood, gently licking her, twirling my tongue around, gaining speed as her juice releases in my mouth. She tastes so good and sweet; I want to lick her pussy all night long.
“That’s too much, it’s too much,” she groans, not knowing that it’s just enough.
“It’s okay,” I whisper, blowing warm air into her, letting her squirm beneath me as I run my tongue over her delicate skin, so creamy, so untouched. I want to press my fingers in her, but don’t want to hurt her. She was already in pain earlier today. Right now, I’m just going to let her release until she’s come undone.
Until she’s come all over me.
My hands cup under her ass, holding her cheeks as my mouth devours her pussy. Faster, I flick her pulsing clit with my tongue. Her body tenses as I refuse to let up.
She starts coming, and her creamy release pours over me. I don’t stop, wanting to make her scream out, wanting to make her remember, for the rest of her fucking life, the first time a man ate her out. I don’t want her to ever forget how good I made her feel.
“Oh my God,” she cries, her hands buckling against my shoulders. “It’s so ... it’s too much ... it’s ohhh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yes.” And then she lets go of her hold on me. Her pussy walls are still pulsing against my mouth, and I softly run my tongue over her throbbing folds again, then again.
As she catches her breath, I run my tongue up from her pussy, across her stomach, over her tits, until I am above her. With my forearms resting on either side of her, I hover over her perfect body.
“You like that, JoJo?”
Her eyes close, as if she is thinking of the perfect word to use to describe her orgasm.
“It felt like I was suspended in air,” she says, her eyes open. I push her hair from her forehead and listen. “I was scared I’d crash and burn, but instead I flew.”
I kiss her again, her taste still on my mouth, but I can’t help it. The kiss is gentle, warm, filled with satisfaction.
My cock though, is still hard as a rock and needs to be stroked. She must feel it through my jeans, because her hands reach down, unbuttoning my pants. I kick them off, wanting my skin against hers so badly. She pulls off my shirt, and our chests press together.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“No strings?”
“None.”
“Then yes,” she says. “Yes, please.”
I grab a condom and roll it onto my bulging cock. She watches me silently from the floor, and in a moment I return to her.
“Fill me up,” she says in whisper.
I nod, ever so slightly, and slide into her wet pussy. It’s still so tight, so narrow, so new.
“Is it okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, it’s just so tight.” Her eyes squeeze shut in pain, and I feel like shit for hurting her. “Just go in all the way. It’s okay.”