Undersold(15)

He pulled away from the kiss and put his lips against my ear. “I can show you what I mean.” I desperately wanted him to do that.

“I’ve been thinking about this for days,” I moaned. His hot breath made me squirm, and I ran my hands through his hair as waves of pleasure ran up my body. He rubbed gently but firmly, in smooth, practiced motions. I let out small sounds of pleasure, but tried to stay quiet.

“Is this what you wanted?” he said into my ear.

“Yes, I wanted this so badly, Mr. Green.”

“I’m going to make you mine, Amy.” His fingers alternated pressure and softness and continued to work my moistness.

“I’ve been thinking about this every day since we first messaged,” I whispered back. He breathed in my smell and kissed my neck. I felt the muscles in my back tense and relax as more pleasure ran up my spine.

Once he was down my neck, he pulled his hand away and dropped onto his knees. I let out a small sound of displeasure at him stopping, and he gave me that lopsided grin again.

“Remember what I said about wanting to taste you? No more out of you.”

I nodded, my mouth open. I ached for his touch, but this lull in contact was only heightening my desire for him. He reached up the sides of my legs and grabbed the top of my panties. I lifted my hips and let him pull them down and off me. He dropped my underwear on the ground and gently but firmly pushed my legs open.

He kissed along the inside of my thigh and moved the hem of my dress up as he went. Each kiss was a new string of joy and sensation as he moved closer. He was moving purposefully slow, and each kiss and lick built the anticipation. By the time my dress was up over my hips and his tongue pressed firmly against my swollen pleasure, I needed him so badly I could barely think.

“Oh god, Mr. Green,” I whispered and ran my fingers through his thick hair.

He pulled his face back and looked up at me. “Say my name again.”

“Mr. Green,” I whispered, and he began to run his tongue around in circles along my firm clit. I squeezed his hair and grasped on as the muscles in my back tensed again. I felt his tongue run around and down inside of me before returning up to move all around my clit. He alternated speed and pressure in a way I’d never felt before, and it made my head roll back and my shoulders tense with the pleasure. I could feel the slight stubble on his chin and cheeks rub against my thighs and the roughness only intensified the pleasure of his soft and wet tongue.

“Yes, right there, stay there, Mr. Green,” I whispered, as his tongue hit a sensitive spot and pressure in the perfect way. I could feel myself building toward climax, but was so desperate for this moment to last.

“Mr. Green, I’m so close, yes, keep it right there,” I moaned, and grabbed his hair. His hands grabbed my hips and I rubbed against his tongue. We moved together, my hips rocking in his hands and his tongue against my swollen clit, again and again, and I couldn’t stop myself from letting out small quiet moans. I felt the pleasure build inside, and the climax came on slowly but powerfully. My back muscles tensed and I pushed his head hard against me. I felt his tongue move to match the pace of my hips and my head leaned back as the orgasm rolled up my body in tiny spasms.

It felt like it lasted for hours, until finally my body calmed down. I loosened my grip on his head, realizing I had been grabbing it roughly. He slowed down the pace of his tongue, and stopped as my body came back under control. He moved his head back, but not before breathing my smell in deeply. He was smiling. I felt like I had blacked out. I had never experienced an orgasm that strong before.

“You smell amazing,” he said.

I was a little embarrassed, but the glow was too good to deny. I giggled quietly and stretched my arms up above my head as he rocked back onto his feet and stood up. I felt satisfied and drained all at once. More than that, I realized my core of self-doubt, the nagging sense of being not good enough, which usually held me back, was missing. I felt free and confident and right for the first time in longer than I could remember, probably since my mother died. I looked at him like I was seeing him for the first time, not just his body, but who he was. His hair was a mess but he looked perfect. I could see his firm cock outlined against his tight pants. I leaned forward and reached out, possessed with this newfound confidence. I pressed my hand and was amazed at how hard and large he was. He smiled down at me.

“Is it my turn now?” I asked.

He crouched down again and moved my hand. He kissed me hard on the mouth, which only excited me more. Usually, a guy moving my hand from his cock would destroy me, but he made it seem so natural and normal. From the way he carried himself, I knew I had to do whatever he wanted.