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as he spread the lips of her pussy, the final secret of her body opening like a flower rising to meet the new rain. He pressed his tongue as deeply as he could, tasting the wetness of her before sliding his tongue up to touch the base of her clit. She went perfectly still at the new sensation, waiting for more.
Richard slipped the tip of his tongue against the sensitive nub and pressed, moving slowly up and down, waiting for the reaction that told him he was doing the right thing.
She started to tremble, the delight flooding her from the inside out. Her whole body tingled; her very skin felt alive. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, a mantra that kept pace with the stroking of his tongue. When that stroking became too fast, too hard, pushed her too close, she stopped talking and simply closed her eyes, raised her hips up to him, and let it happen.
The orgasm shattered from her centre, a thousand pinpoints of light glistening in her head, the waves of it lifting her body even higher, closer to Richard’s talented tongue. She writhed under him but he held her hips, his tongue still working magic even though the goal had been reached. When she would have become too sensitive and stopped touching herself, Richard kept on, intent on driving her to another orgasm right after the first.
She hadn’t thought it would happen again, but when it did she let out a wail of pleasure. The waves were higher this time, stronger, and her heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears. She let go of the headboard and instead grabbed his head, his hair thick under her fingers. She closed her legs around him, trapping him there until the last of the pleasure trickled away.
When it was over she lay stunned, almost unable to move. Richard climbed on top of her and paused. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
She reached for the purse she had placed beside the bed. She had been prepared for anything on this trip, but she had thought her preparations would be for Gene, not for this other man she hadn’t dreamed she would meet. She found what she was looking for and pushed thoughts of Gene out of her mind. She was quite happy where she was, thank you very much.
Richard smiled as she held up a shiny condom packet. “I’m on the pill,” she explained, “but we haven’t had that very important talk about histories, so…”
Richard smiled and took the packet from her. She watched as he rolled the protection on, then opened her arms to welcome him against her.
With one long, smooth stroke, he slid his hard cock into the place his tongue had just worshipped. The stretching, so foreign and so welcome, sent more shockwaves through her body. He held very still, watching her face, waiting.
“More,” she murmured.
Richard began to move, his cock inside her hotter than she had imagined, the size of him making her ache. She wrapped her legs around his hips and rocked with him, her hands discovering the muscles in his back. She loved the way they tensed and relaxed with each thrust, the way his buttocks hollowed out as he drove forward, then relaxed as he pulled out. Soon they found a rhythm that melded so easily, it was hard to tell where he ended and she began.
She watched him as he fucked her. When he closed his eyes and lost himself in the pleasure, she relaxed her legs and looked down between them, where she could see his cock slide in and out of her pussy. When it came out, his dick was slick and shiny with her juices; when it slid back in, she noticed how their pubic hair pressed together, the curls tangling in a seductive dance. Soon he was buried deep and not pulling out anymore, stroking hard, and she wrapped her legs tighter.
“You’re going to come,” she murmured into his ear. “I want you to come so hard. I want to feel your cock throbbing against the walls of my cunt. Give it to me, Richard. Give it to me…”
Richard closed his eyes and threw his head back, gritting his teeth as the sensation spread up his spine. His
Richard slipped the tip of his tongue against the sensitive nub and pressed, moving slowly up and down, waiting for the reaction that told him he was doing the right thing.
She started to tremble, the delight flooding her from the inside out. Her whole body tingled; her very skin felt alive. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, a mantra that kept pace with the stroking of his tongue. When that stroking became too fast, too hard, pushed her too close, she stopped talking and simply closed her eyes, raised her hips up to him, and let it happen.
The orgasm shattered from her centre, a thousand pinpoints of light glistening in her head, the waves of it lifting her body even higher, closer to Richard’s talented tongue. She writhed under him but he held her hips, his tongue still working magic even though the goal had been reached. When she would have become too sensitive and stopped touching herself, Richard kept on, intent on driving her to another orgasm right after the first.
She hadn’t thought it would happen again, but when it did she let out a wail of pleasure. The waves were higher this time, stronger, and her heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears. She let go of the headboard and instead grabbed his head, his hair thick under her fingers. She closed her legs around him, trapping him there until the last of the pleasure trickled away.
When it was over she lay stunned, almost unable to move. Richard climbed on top of her and paused. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
She reached for the purse she had placed beside the bed. She had been prepared for anything on this trip, but she had thought her preparations would be for Gene, not for this other man she hadn’t dreamed she would meet. She found what she was looking for and pushed thoughts of Gene out of her mind. She was quite happy where she was, thank you very much.
Richard smiled as she held up a shiny condom packet. “I’m on the pill,” she explained, “but we haven’t had that very important talk about histories, so…”
Richard smiled and took the packet from her. She watched as he rolled the protection on, then opened her arms to welcome him against her.
With one long, smooth stroke, he slid his hard cock into the place his tongue had just worshipped. The stretching, so foreign and so welcome, sent more shockwaves through her body. He held very still, watching her face, waiting.
“More,” she murmured.
Richard began to move, his cock inside her hotter than she had imagined, the size of him making her ache. She wrapped her legs around his hips and rocked with him, her hands discovering the muscles in his back. She loved the way they tensed and relaxed with each thrust, the way his buttocks hollowed out as he drove forward, then relaxed as he pulled out. Soon they found a rhythm that melded so easily, it was hard to tell where he ended and she began.
She watched him as he fucked her. When he closed his eyes and lost himself in the pleasure, she relaxed her legs and looked down between them, where she could see his cock slide in and out of her pussy. When it came out, his dick was slick and shiny with her juices; when it slid back in, she noticed how their pubic hair pressed together, the curls tangling in a seductive dance. Soon he was buried deep and not pulling out anymore, stroking hard, and she wrapped her legs tighter.
“You’re going to come,” she murmured into his ear. “I want you to come so hard. I want to feel your cock throbbing against the walls of my cunt. Give it to me, Richard. Give it to me…”
Richard closed his eyes and threw his head back, gritting his teeth as the sensation spread up his spine. His
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