I moved my mouth down the beautiful curves of her stomach and hips, licking the incredibly sensitive skin where her pelvic bone jutted out and the crease that led to her thigh. The minute my face got down to that hidden space her scent enveloped me, making me feel light headed like I couldn't think clearly.
That's the effect this woman had on me. Just one look from her sent me on a mission to get her anything she wanted, but one smell of her pussy and I could barely form an intelligible sentence. I could live the rest of my life with my face between her legs, but then we wouldn't get much of anything else done. I just had to look forward to this time when she was opened up to me and everything she had was mine.
I buried my face in her soft, dark hair, then used my fingers to part her puffy outer lips. She was always such a beautiful sight to see, the way parts of her pussy opened out like flower petals, but then other parts were hidden, just waiting for me to explore.
I licked one long stroke from the base of her pussy all the way up to the top of her clit and I felt her entire body squirm as I gripped her gorgeous ass with my hands. I could feel her push herself into me, but I was going to tease her for a while. I wasn't going to let her rush anything today. I was going to get what I wanted. And that was to make her come harder than she ever had in her life.
I slowly started circling her clit with a feather light touch of my tongue, then I looked up and watched her moan and squirm while gripping her own heaving breasts. But soon I buried my mouth in between her soft lips and worked her clit with my tongue and lips and chin. I pushed my tongue inside her, but I knew that she wanted more, so I slid two fingers into her vagina and found her favorite spot.
The second my fingers pressed against the spongy mound just inside her opening she let out a deliciously deep moan and spread her legs a little bit wider. I continued to lick and suck on her clit, but I was also thrusting into her with my fingers, massaging the spot inside her that would bring her over the ultimate edge.
I could feel her body tightening up, her legs going rigid and her breath coming in gasps, as I took her clit in my mouth and sucked while feeling the build up inside her that needed to be released. Her hips lifted off the bed and her hands gripped my head, pushing my face into her while she bucked and gyrated, moaning my name over and over.
Just then a warm gush of liquid came flooding out of her and as I continued to thrust into her with my fingers she slowly lowered back down to the bed, relaxing all her muscles and releasing her grip on my head. I licked up as much of her incredibly sweet, salty nectar as I could find, then kissed my way back up her stomach, past her breasts and finally kissing those full, sexy lips on her face.
"Fuck me, Brody. I need you inside me now," she said as she looked into my eyes. It didn't take long for me to find my way inside her and when I did she let out a scream of ecstasy like I had never heard from her before.
She threw her head back and wrapped her legs around me and grabbed my ass and forced me inside her deeper and deeper. I felt like I was being swallowed whole and sucked into her, like my cock had no say in any of it. I felt her muscles squeeze around me, like they were massaging me from inside her, just waiting to milk out everything I had.
My thrusts started out slow, but sped up faster and faster until she was screaming and sobbing my name, her nails digging into my shoulders and her legs like a vice around my waist. I felt myself go over the edge and when I did I grabbed her hips and held her onto my length while I thrust deep inside of her and I came while I listened to her sexy voice telling me that she loved me.
Sweat was pouring down my body and I was gasping for breath as I rolled off of her, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from her beauty. Her eyes were closed and she was finally catching her breath but she looked so peaceful and serene as she recovered from what we had just experienced together.
It was an amazing feeling that I could give this to her, that I was capable of providing her with something, bringing her to a place that she couldn't even get to alone. We could both only get here when we were together.
It made me feel like I was the king of the world and I had to laugh when I realized that I kind of was. I was now the king of Jess Island, and I never wanted it to be any other way.
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