Page 100 of Stags

She slid down onto his cock, not taking him that deep, actually, using suction to keep him there and bobbing up and down while using her tongue to massage the most sensitive part of his cock.

He kept swearing.

He came in her mouth very quickly, and that surprised her.

“Sorry!” he panted. “Sorry, I meant to tell you but it just happened really fast.”

She just swallowed it. It seemed easy to swallow. It was on the back of her tongue. She barely tasted it, but the texture was a little strange. Still, overall, not bad, she thought.

“Sorry,” he said again.

She opened her eyes. She’d closed them, she now realized, and she didn’t know when she’d done that. She smiled up at him, smiled as well as she could with his cock still in her mouth.

He looked at her, practically devastated. “You are… so fucking amazing. I am… Fuck.” He touched her face, ran his finger over her lip, touched the base of him and her lip and shivered. “This is too hot to be real.”

She giggled, but it was muffled, because she still had him in her mouth.

“I want to make you come,” he said. “I want to make you come, too.”

She liked having him in her mouth. She didn’t know if she wanted to let him go. But she did, easing herself off. “Okay.”

He yanked her up off of her knees and pulled her into his arms to kiss her, hard, on the mouth, with tongue. He pulled away. “You okay? Was it awful? Tell me.”

“Not even a little awful,” she said. “It’s nice. Like kissing.”

He considered. “Okay, but when you’re kissing, you don’t get a mouthful of, uh, that.”

“I just swallowed it,” she said. “It’s fine. It’s only at the end.” She lifted a shoulder. “With me, the whole time, it’ll be… gross.”

“No way,” he said. “I mean, I assure you, there is nothing gross about that part of a woman’s body, absolutely nothing.”

If he said so. She just shrugged again.

“Can I look at you there?” he whispered.

She nodded. “Yeah.”

“Maybe we should…” He looked down at his chest. “I’ll take off my shirt if you take off yours, huh?”

She giggled. “Okay.”

He stripped his shirt off, and he was wiry and compact beneath, but his shoulders were broad. He nodded at her. “You agreed, come on. I’ve been… maybe I shouldn’t say this, but I’ve been imagining seeing you without a shirt for a while now.”

“How long is a while?” she said, tugging her shirt over her head. Now, she was just in her bra, and she was self-conscious about her belly again.

“I mean, you know, I promise I wasn’t doing it the whole time you were sitting with me in that bar that time and telling me you were unwantable.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“I swear, I was not looking at your cleavage that whole night,” he said. “Because, you know, I was not available, and you were convinced you were ugly, so…” He smirked. “And you are… wow.” He grinned down into her cleavage now. “I’m going to touch you. If you don’t like it, stop me.”

She was still stunned.

He was fondling her through her bra. “I love the way you’re shaped. You’re, like, perfect. Your breasts, they are definitely perfect.”

It felt good. She shut her eyes and let him touch her. “You were thinking about seeing me topless that night?”

“No, I just said that I swear I wasn’t,” he said in a low and teasing voice. “I just said that I promise I would never do that. That would have been very wrong.” He pulled the cup of her bra away to bare one of her breasts. “Oh, there we are.” He rubbed his finger over her nipple, making it stiffen. “So fucking perfect. I want to see the other one, too.”

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