Page 137 of Hockey Halloween
My fingers draw the fabric aside and glide across her silky entrance.
“More, Tristan,” she moans, bending her knees to lower herself against my hand.
“Need to eat my fill first. Do you want to ride my face here or in your bedroom?”
Her mouth gapes open like she’s scandalized by my dirty talk.
“Here, then,” I say, grabbing her ass as I lean back.
“I’ve not. I mean, I don’t usually, well, you know.”
“I don’t know,” I prompt gently.
“I’ve never.”
“You’ve never received oral sex?”
“I have, but I don’t really like it. I’ve never, umm...”
“Had an orgasm?”
“Not that way.”
“Do you want to try, Ligaya? Do you trust me enough to try it?”
“I think so,” she says. Her unexpected vulnerability tugs at me. She’s not a woman whose trust and pleasure are easily earned.
I lie back and guide her body so her legs straddle my head. I look up at her quivering breasts and get a whiff of her arousal. Christ, I might come before she does.
She won’t fully sit down. I tilt my head up and give her a seriesof licks along the sides of her cunt, along the creases but not quite at her center.
“Oh, that’s... that’s...” She doesn’t get to finish her thought, because when her knees weaken and she drops down, my mouth traps her clit. She gasps in pleasure. I use my tongue, my lips, my cheekbones to caress and stimulate her sensitive folds.
“Your pussy is fucking delicious, Ligaya. Fuck my face, sweetheart.” I offer long, sweeping strokes as she shivers. My stiff tongue pushes up. I guide her hips in circles.
Slowly, she takes over the rhythm. With my hands free to work her body, I use one to squeeze her ass and the other to thumb her clit. She hesitates. I squeeze her ass harder, eliciting a sexy squeal.
Her legs tighten around my ears. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck hard. Ligaya releases a wordless sound that vibrates through her cunt and into my mouth.
“Tristan, oh god, I’m coming. Oh, fuck.” Ligaya screams like she’s in shock. The sounds coming out of her are low pitched moans that tug at my cock. Her hips jerk forward in waves. My mouth floods with arousal. I drink her up like the thirsty bastard that I am.
When her orgasm abates, Ligaya slides down my chest and abdominals. She rubs her wetness over my aching cock. My body pulses with the need to penetrate.
I reach for my pants and pull out the condom. I sheath myself. Legaya watches enraptured.
“Take me to bed, sweetheart,” I urge her, my voice roughened by lust.
This was supposed to be release.
A “get it out of our system” scenario.
One night. One lust-drenched night to alleviate sexual tension.
But this?
Ligaya grabbing my hand and leading me to her bedroom?
Our bodies tangled in sheets and slick with sweat?
