Page 28 of Just the Tipsy
“First lesson - your partner can’t read your mind, as much as they want to. But they can read your body.” I gently bite down on her nipple and she gasps, her nails digging into my scalp. “I cantell you liked that but I need to know more. I need to know how to make you scream.”
“Y-yes,” she says, raking her fingers through my hair. “More. Of all that.”
I smile against her breast, then bite down on her other nipple, sucking harder. Her sweet little whimpers make my cock strain against my jeans. Finally I let myself slip a hand into her shorts, my fingers rough against the lace of her panties. She parts her thighs, letting me slip a finger under. Soaked, just as I thought.
“I love how wet you’ve gotten for me,” I say, lifting my head to look at her face. Her beautiful eyes are hazy with lust. “Is your pussy just as tight?”
I work a finger inside of her, just a little, and she clamps down on me. Even tighter than she was before.
“More,” she says, wiggling her hips. “Deep.”
I push her shorts and panties down and she kicks them off all the way, giving my hand enough space. I slip my middle and ring fingers into her, savoring the way her hips lift with just a slight touch.
“This deep?” I purposefully stop with my fingers halfway to test her and she shakes her head.
“Deeper.”
I slip my finger in deeper and crook them up, making her gasp and shiver. With every stroke of my finger, she squeezes me harder, her face warm in the crook of my neck and her thighs clamped around my wrist.
I kiss my way down her body until I settle between her thighs. The scent of her arousal and seeing her wetness this close makes my cock ache.
Her legs slide up, pressing against my shoulders, and I glance up at her. The slight shift in her position feels shy to me, like she’s turning away.
“You okay with this?” I ask, sitting back a bit.
“Yeah. Just…” She sighs and lets her head fall back. “I’m just self-conscious even though the idea is hot. My exes didn’t really do this. Or at least do it enough to make me feel like they actually wanted to. Like they, um, didn’t like the way it looked or tasted or something.”
What’s wrong with men who don’t go down on women when they’re probably expecting a blow job each time? And who could resist going down on a woman whose pussy looks this delicious? Slick and pink and ready?
“They missed out.” I loop my arms under her thighs and tug her toward me. “Because you look really fucking good, Bianca.”
Her exesreallymissed out — she tastes incredible, and when I hit the right spots, she responds right away. Her back arches and she’d kick me if I didn’t have her legs pinned back. I follow her short commands — faster, right there, yes — savoring each and every part of her.
Is it taking a while to get her to come? Yeah. But do I care? No. I want to soak in every flutter of her pussy, every scrunch of her nose, every moan and gasp and plead she lets out. If I could keep her here for hours, dizzy with pleasure, I’d love every moment.
“Harder. Really hard,” she pants when I start fingering her.
I do as she says, pumping my fingers hard and fast. I stroke her sweet spot each time and she shakes all over, like she’s about to fall apart. She’s pulling on my hair almost too hard, but I don’t stop — she’s right there and I need to see her get over the finish line.
And in seconds, she’s falling over the edge, hips bucking and her thighs clamping on the sides of my head. I don’t stop until she melts into the mattress, her chest heaving.
I wipe my face and sit up, taking her in. She’s clearly sated, her body limp and eyes hazy. Eventually she blinks up at me and I smile.
“You alright?” I ask.
“More than alright.” Her eyes flicking up and down my body. Her eyes linger on my cock, which is still rock hard.
“Just need a minute?” I run my hand up and down her calf.
“More than a minute.”
I let her recover, then she eventually sits up on her elbows.
“Can I suck your cock?” she asks, almost shy in a way that hits just the right buttons for me. “Please? I want to make you feel good, too.”
She doesn’t have to say please — that look in her eyes is all I need to start undoing my belt. I have no idea how I’m going to last more than five seconds when she’s looking at me like this.
A pounding on the front door makes both of us jump, making my cock immediately soften a bit, and Sadie wakes up, barking and whirling around in a circle.
