She used her tongue with all her might to pleasure me, first licking along the upper side of my thick cock, then dragging it slowly down the lower side, tracing every throbbing vein. Her movements were teasing, deliberate, as if she wanted to memorize every inch of me. Then, with a sinful swipe, she cleaned the length of me, her tongue hot and wet against my skin.
Her lips parted, and with a devilish flick of her tongue, she peeled back my foreskin, exposing the flushed, aching tip. Slowly, agonizingly so, she took just the head into her mouth, her warm breath sending shivers through me. Then she glanced up, her eyes locked onto mine, her lips stretched around me. The sight alone was enough to make my hips jerk.
"Now use your tongue inside," I growled, my voice rough with need. "Lick the tip… and stroke the rest."
She obeyed, her tongue swirling around the sensitive crown while her hand tightened around my shaft, pumping in rhythm. The sensation was heavenly,her mouth hot and eager, her fingers skilled, her gaze submissive yet hungry. Every flick of her tongue, every squeeze of her palm, dragged me closer to the edge.
She licked and stroked me for a full minute, her tongue working skillfully, relentlessly ,giving me the time of my life. Pre-cum beaded at my tip, and she swirled her tongue over it, savoring the taste. The sensation alone nearly pushed me over the edge, but I clenched my teeth, forcing back my release.
One of her hands trailed down, fingers slipping between her own thighs. The moment she touched herself, a lewd, wet sound echoed between us, like water splashing. She'd been dripping for a while, her arousal undeniable.
With one last lick, she pulled her mouth off my cock with a wet pop, her lips glistening. Eyes heavy with lust, love, and something fiercer, she rose to her feet, never breaking our gaze. I couldn't control myself, I hauled her into my arms, princess-carry style.
"G-Gray!" she gasped, clinging to me as I strode toward the bed.
The moment I dropped her onto the mattress, her legs flew up, exposing her glistening pussy and the plush curve of her ass. Her dark hair fanned across the sheets like spilled ink. Gritting my teeth, I gripped her ankles and dragged her toward me, slow and deliberate. My mouth trailed kisses up her calves, her thighs, each touch wringing a whimper from her lips.
"You're mine," I growled against her skin, reveling in how her body arched toward me, begging for more.
I kissed her thigh one last time, then trailed my lips toward her twitching pink folds. With every inch closer, her arousal thickened the air, sweet, musky, and dripping. Her juices glistened, coating her entire lower half, some even seeping into the bedsheets beneath her.
When my mouth finally hovered over her soaked entrance, I pressed a single, teasing kiss to her swollen lips. She moaned, her back arching off the bed. Gripping her thighs, I spread them wider, exposing her completely. My tongue dragged slowly up her slit, savoring her taste, salt and honey, before circling her clit. I flicked, sucked, and swirled around that throbbing bud, drinking every drop she offered. Her hips jerked against my mouth, her cries growing louder as I devoured her.
Just as I was about to push further, she grabbed my head with both hands, tilting my face up to meet hers. Tears glistened in her eyes, a mix of arousal, embarrassment, and desperate lust.
"Please… I can't take it anymore," she begged, her voice trembling.
Releasing my head, she slid her hands down between her thighs, fingers sinking into her slick folds. With a whimper, she spread herself open for me, exposing glistening pink flesh. A wisp of steam curled from her pussy in the cool air, and the sight, the surrender, shattered my self-control.
"Then let's go to the main course," I growled.
This was the final battle, the moment our primal dance would tip into oblivion. Gripping my cock, I guided the throbbing tip to her entrance, pressing against her soaked lips. The second she felt the heat of me against her, she arched with a slow, wanton moan, her body begging for what came next.
Slowly, I pushed further inside her—only the tip at first. She let out a deep moan, her pussy tightening around me like a vise. I paused, locking eyes with her. She nodded, urging me to continue.
With a controlled thrust, I sheathed myself fully inside her, though my cock was so large that part of it still remained outside, straining against her limits. I could feel her warmth, her tightness, her body resisting yet welcoming me. A faint trace of blood glistened where we joined, and when she noticed my hesitation, she whispered, "This is my first time."
I nodded, letting her adjust, savoring the way her walls fluttered around me. After a moment, she gave another tentative nod, and I pushed deeper, burying every inch of myself inside her. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, followed by a low, shuddering moan.
I started slow, withdrawing almost completely before sinking back in, each thrust coaxing slick, wet sounds from her body. Her pussy grew even more drenched, the friction easing as her arousal spilled between us. The rhythm became smoother, faster, our bodies moving in sync, lost in the heat of the moment.
Slik…. Thug… thug…
She arched beneath me, her moans growing louder with every drive of my cock. I could feel her nails digging into my back, her legs wrapping tighter around my waist, pulling me deeper. We were no longer two people, but a single entity, bound by pleasure, by need.