“Good boy,” I said again, licking my finger clean. “Now clean me up.”
The kitchen was eerily quiet, the only noise the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the muffled thud of my bare feet on tile. My robe was adhered to my damp body, and it was so tight that I could feel the chill of the air on my nipples. I didn’t even bother to tie it up—what was the use? I was alone. Or at least, so I thought.
So Jason was just standing there, bare-chested, all lean and leaning against the counter holding a coffee mug. When I entered, his eyes jumped up, and he froze for a moment. He completely checked me out, from my chest to then going down to my hips where the robe was barely covering anything. And he didn’t even look away that time. Not even when I caught him looking.
I stepped closer, my mouth curled up in a sneer. “You’re utterly awful at keeping that secret,” I breathed, my voice low and taunting.
He swallowed, his cheeks growing hot. “I–I didn’t mean to—”
“Did I say I minded?” I interrupted, closing the gap between us. His eyes widened, and I could see how the shorts rode up, the outline of his cock pressing against the crotch. I reached out, removing the mug from him and setting it on the counter behind him.
“Get on your knees,” I told him, leaving no room for debate.
He hesitated, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed once more. And then, slowly, he went down on his knees in front of me. His hands fumbled at his sides, his breathing in short gasps. I could see the combination of nerves and desire on his face, and it only made me want him more.
I took off my robe and allowed it to hang. He utterly concentrated on my bare body—no bra, no underwear, only curves and smooth skin. I noticed his breath stop, and his hands kind of twitched like he wanted to touch but didn’t dare to do so.
“Since you’re so interested in gazing,” I gasped, closing in until his face was inches from my cunt, “why don’t you use that tongue?
I leaned forward, running my fingers through his hair and pulling him closer. His lips were warm when they touched mine, a little hesitant at first, like he wasn’t really sure what to do. I ground my hips against his face, and I could see him tense before his tongue started to wander.
Don’t hold back, I told him, pulling on his hair. “I’m not.”.
He groaned and sent a chill down my spine. His tongue became braver, licking and exploring, tasting me from head to toe. I pushed back against the counter, spreading my legs for him so he could access everything. His hands gripped my thighs, holding tight as he buried his face deeper between my legs. “Damn, Jason,” I groaned, my head falling back as pleasure hit me like a wave. His tongue was all over my clit, teasing it just perfectly. I moved my hips against him, totally in sync with his mouth. The wet sounds of his tongue working its magic filled the kitchen, mixing with my gasps and moans.
That’s it,” I told him, feeling his hair in my grip. “Just like that. Man, lick me.”.
He dove right in, his tongue slipping inside me, slow and deep. I could sense that coiling growing tighter and tighter in my belly. My fingers clenched in his hair as I rode his face, looking for that sweet release.
“Ah man,” I exhaled, my body trembling as the initial wave of ecstasy hit me. “Dude, Jason, keep going. Don’t you dare stop.”
He didn’t. His tongue was racing like mad, making me hotter and hotter, driving me to the very brink. I came like crazy, my thighs clamping around his head while I screamed out, my orgasm washing over me like waves. He just continued to go at it, lapping at me greedily as I worked through the aftershocks.
When I finally stepped away, my legs shook like leaves and Jason was panting, his eyes filled with my fluids. His face was flushed, and his eyes were filled with lust as he looked up at me.
Good boy,” I told him with a grin, running my fingers along his lips. “You’re gonna be doing that every morning from now on.”.
He nodded enthusiastically, his tongue darting out to lick my fingers. I could sense the need in his eyes, the way he craved more. And I was happy to give it to him.
I grasped his chin and brought his face to mine. We kissed, being light at first but later intensifying. His lips were flavored with me, and that just made me even hornier. My tongue swirled with his, exploring every aspect of his mouth as I leaned into him.
“Man,” I breathed, my lips on his, my hands tracing circles on his chest. “I want you inside me.”
He groaned, fingers biting into my hips as he rose up and set me on the counter. My legs were around his waist as he fought with his shorts, finally managing to get his cock free. It was hard, hot, and thick, and I could most certainly tell how much he needed me.
“Do it,” I begged, leading him to my doorstep. “Fuck me hard.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He simply shoved himself all the way inside me at once, filling me up fully. I gasped, my fingers sinking into his shoulders as he began to move. His hips slammed into mine, each push pushing him deeper.
“Damn, Talia,” he groaned, his breath warm on my neck. “You feel great.”
Harder, I told him, bending my back to allow him deeper. “Fuck me harder.”.
He kept going at it, picking up pace as he thrust into me. The noise of us fucking echoed throughout the kitchen, being mixed with our gasps and moans. Another orgasm was brewing within me, and I could feel my pussy gripping him as he pounded into me hard.
“I’m near,” he gasped, his thrusts growing frenzied. Not yet,” I whispered, drawing my legs closer to him. “Make me come first.”
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