Page 13 of 7 Miles High
Hope she doesn’t scare easily.
She maneuvers to lift it out. Ta da. A flush creeps up her face. That’s a first.
“You should have told me to brace myself,” she says perfectly serious.
It’s on.
I kick off the shoes and drop the pants. Socks and shirt are discarded in a frenzy of lust. As she goes for the thong, I have a request.
“Let me.”
I drop to my knees, face three inches from heaven. She places her hands on the sides of my face. Leaning in my lips settle on fabric. Christ, I can feel the shape of her. My tongue automatically traces a journey top to bottom, tucking the cloth inside the slit.
She takes fistfuls of my hair, steadying her stance.
Hooking fingers in the red lace I pull it aside, uncovering it all. There’s a thin strip of hair pointing the way. Otherwise she’s waxed smooth. Fucking perfect.
My mouth touches velvety skin, well-formed lips.
I want more.
“Let’s take it off,” I say, pulling the thong down.
There’s no hesitation. She steps out of the last thing hiding her nakedness. I toss it aside. Here it is. My fantasy come to life. Naked in heels.
“Why don’t you open your legs for me.”
When she does I return to the sweet center. My hands grip her ass and explore the wonder of it while I dine on pussy.
She’s wet. I taste the slick juices and use my tongue to make more.
“That’s good! Right there,” she says eyes closed, head leaning back.
I need to have better access. The bed’s just a few feet away.
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” I command.
Backing up she takes a seat and removes the heels.
I stand and move in front of her.
“Lean back, baby.”
Grabbing her legs I position them over my shoulders, scooting as close to the bed as possible. Now her pussy is level with my mouth and those full cheeks rest on my chest.
“Love it,” she says.
Oh yeah. Sweet sex. I’ll make her come like this. I go light, strong, shallow, deep. Easy access.
We’re a machine. She’s working with me to make the sensations strong. Every so often she lifts and pushes against my mouth. We’re on fire.
When I sense her legs begin to stiffen, I change the rhythm. Soft and slow now, methodical. Light flicks of my tongue on her clit. Here she comes.
A loud cry accompanies her release. It surprises me. She’s a screamer. Yeah! I’m hard as fuck with the sound.
I quiet my tongue, pressing it against her. The throb is everything.
My dick’s throbbing too. It wants to get in the game.
