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My ego enjoyed all of it, but mostly that she was so vocal. “Finish your sentence.” I really wanted to know what she was about to say.”

“Wh-what?” She moved her hands down onto the counter and used the leverage to fuck my fingers.

“You said you got a little thrill out of…”

“Oh right. Yes there. There!” She slowed her movements, moving up and down my fingers while savoring each stroke. I kept my thumb moving, the pressure steady. “I—I got a thrill out of making you smile.” Her eyes flew open and locked with mine.

It sent a jolt of electricity through me and down my cock. It ached. I ached. We all—my cock, tongue, and body—all wanted to touch Hope. “And I’m getting a thrill out of watching you move.”

She rose back up and lowered down onto my fingers, mouth open, nipples hard, eyes locked on mine.

It was like we were having sex with our brains and our bodies. I’d never experienced anything quite like it.

“Forget the ice cream,” she whispered, “take me to bed.”

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Hope didn’t want a quick fuck and neither did I. An orgasm is great—all orgasms are fucking great—but there is nothing like the tension releasing, mind clearing bliss of drawn-out pleasure.

Which is how I found myself standing at an open window in Hope’s bungalow bedroom listening to the ocean waves roaring onto the beach, looking up at the crescent moon, while she sucked my dick slowly into her mouth. Slow being the key here. Even after we moved to the bedroom and she pulled out the box of condoms, we touched, learned, drew it out. We went from the bed to the bathroom to the couch. I tasted every inch of her, but the only time my cock was inside her was now.

Fucking finally.

And the slow suck was painfully perfect. I felt good and I never wanted it to stop, except I was also very excited to do about ten more things. As her tongue did some fantastic things to the head of my dick I had to brace myself against the window frame. The moon was nice but Hope was even better to look at.

“This can be a turn off but I’m going to say it anyway,” I grunted, “I fucking love watching you swallow up my cock.”

She looked up, mischievous fucking eyes dancing again, and cupped my balls.

Not a turn off. And maybe even a turn on?

I pulled away, afraid if I enjoyed this much longer I’d come before I was ready. And I was definitely not ready. “Your turn again.” I didn’t wait. Instead I hooked my hands under her arms and hauled her up, then spun around and placed her on the ottoman-slash-coffee table. “I miss the taste of you.”

She stretched, her lean body moving in ways that only made me more turned on. “Well then, taste away.”

I started between her legs, then moved up her body to her breasts, sucking and nibbling until she began to moan and clutch at me, my erection pressed hard against her clit as I rocked against her.

“Please?” she cried out.

“Please what?”

“I’m—I’m so close!” She writhed as she spoke, her nipple pulling away.

“What do you need?”

She gave out a frustrated growl that made me smile. It was so frustrated and sexy. I could keep torturing her or—

I adjusted so I could slide my fingers into her very wet pussy and suck on her nipple at the same time. It only took two slow strokes before I felt the squeeze, then then heard her cry out.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” She yelled, then mumbled, then shrieked before collapsing in relief, fingers in my hair. “Fuck yes. Thank you. Damn I needed that.”

I nuzzled her breasts and gently removed my fingers. “Happy to oblige.”

“You mean that, don’t you?” She smiled up at me with a dazed look and a sigh.

“Of course. It’s very exciting to feel you come.” And I couldn’t wait to do it again, but this time with my dick inside her when it happened. The squeeze of her muscles around my fingers was incredible.

She took a deep breath, eyes blinking fully open. “Care to help me fulfill a fantasy I’ve had for years?”

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