Your skin is so soft he says, it’s like silk. Then he kisses her, softly at first before his tongue becomes urgent. She grabs his hardening cock, under her fingers it stiffens further. He moans that particular moan she knows. She marvels at the fact they are so in tune with each other now that she’s instantly aware of what it is he wants.
Do what you do, he whispers.
So she does.
She takes him in her mouth and he sighs. She knows what he likes but she hates routine and she wants to enjoy it as much as he does – so she varies things a little. She relishes the power she has over him and it’s making her hot, oh so very hot. She stops half way through and runs her tongue slowly up and down the length of him – looking up at him as she does, it would feel like a cheesy porn moment if she wasn’t so turned on. His eyes are dark, he says her name and she holds out just a fraction of a second before she resumes. She knows he’s nearly there.
She once knew a guy who would always blurt out at the critical moment: “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!” Always twice. Like, double warning girl, be ready to swallow! She would always think, but never say: well, duh!
She found it rather coarse, thought he sounded moronic and wished he wouldn’t do that.
This one is more refined and doesn’t feel the need to announce his impending explosion – his breathing just kind of stops for a few seconds.
He erupts in her mouth and says her name again with a sort of wonder in his voice. Such a sweet sound, a little like the taste of him mixed with that very faint bitterness.
He pulls her up to him and kisses her – she kisses him back ravenously. What she just did to him has lit the fire, she’s so turned on she finds it almost hard to breathe – the inside of her thighs is wet and sticky, she can feel *it* running down her legs.
Do what you do, she whispers.
So he does.