Page 75 of The Cannon
I roll on top of her and kiss her lips. She holds my face in her hands.
“Let’s just take it slow though. Okay?”
“I’ll follow your lead, Bristol. Now follow mine.”
I silence any further talk with my kiss. She can’t help but amaze me. There’s a sort of surrender that happens when we make love. Each to the other. I can feel her melting into me.
A tenderness takes over today, devoid of any sort of wild abandon. We take our time. Exploring and savoring our lover’s body. God, this is what Paradise must be made of.
Her response builds slowly and even though I can’t deny the obvious, my hard dick is showing patience. I can rein it in while I worship her.
Getting between her she spreads her legs in anticipation. My mouth finds the source of all pleasure, and I taste the sweet juices. Ummm. I take in the intoxicating scent of her. That alone would get any man hard.
Glad it’s my nectar and mine alone.
I pull back the lips and run my tongue bottom to top, right above the clit. She squirms and begins to quietly moan. I know exactly what she likes, but I’ll never make a routine of it. Variety is a better goal. So instead of flicking my tongue against her, I insert my middle finger. And I play. Easy now.
Her breathing is becoming elevated. Delicate fingers grasp the bedding and she raises her chin to the ceiling. Very gently I call her to me with my finger. Come here, woman. Come.
My other hand softly moves across where her clit lays. It’s easy to know when you’re hitting the right spot. The reaction is unmistakable.
Now her moaning is louder.
“That’s it, love. Right there.”
I start to take my finger out of her pussy, but my idea is quickly rejected.
“No! Leave it there.”
I proceed with the temptation. Calling her, rubbing her, watching her lost in the pleasure. And before long she reaches the place of no return.
“Ohhhh. God! God! Yes! Sawyer! Fuck…fuck… FUCK ME!”
At the perfect moment I just let my finger tap against her G Spot.
By the look on her face and the sounds coming from deep inside her, we hit the jackpot. The orgasm goes on so long I think it’s maybe two separate ones back to back. Apparently it’s true that all good things come to an end, because it eventually quiets.
“Holy God that was spectacular! You are a sex god.”
A woman’s praise of your abilities in this department are always welcome. Men are boys sometimes and we need confirmation. Even the most confident of us.
I roll her on top of me, but she slides between my legs.
“Let me return the favor,” she says with those come-hither eyes.
Who am I to argue? I spread my legs and let her in.
Naked on her knees is a beautiful image. Bristol gives as good as she gets. Her blowjobs deserve applause. Instead I always give her a standing ovation. It’s upright before it begins.
She touches me as if it’s the first time. Like she’s been waiting to taste me and lick me and suck me. And it’s always better than anything I’ve experienced before. The woman’s a blowjob artist.
As I’m being held by her sexual powers, her tongue is running the length of me. Base to tip. There’s a slight pause before she reaches the head.
She knows exactly what she’s doing. That’s where things are most sensitive. She’s teasing me, making me lift up to prompt her to continue. Then her lips cover it and I’m lost in the sensation. Fuck.
Licking, sucking, playing with my balls. She puts them in her mouth one at a time. Good god.
With one smooth motion I stop her sucking and flip her over.
