by Nicki Day
“Do you like these? They’re new.”
“Oh yeah. I like. I like a lot.”
“Good. Now as I was saying. Advantages. Did you know,” she continued to undress, unbuttoning her blouse and allowing it to slide off of her shoulders onto the floor. “I would spend hours at the gym every week trying to get rid of these pesky ten pounds which refused to leave my mid-section.”
“Baby, you look perfect,” he assured her.
“Well, now, maybe. I’ve lost four pounds in this past week. You, my little Marine, have been working parts of my body I didn’t even know existed.”
“Did you just call me little?” He nodded toward his groin. “That hurts, baby.”
She walked toward him, wearing nothing but her thigh highs and a matching bra and panty set along with her heels.
“Maybe you should get undressed and show me what you have.” She winked.
“You know…” He stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. “This new, assertive Vicky. I kinda like her.”
“Kinda?” she asked.
He made quick work of his jeans and kicked them aside. Standing in nothing, he took her hand and closed her fingers over his cock. “Correction, this is how much.”
“Ohh. That’s a lot.” She smiled and waggled her brows.
He grabbed her by the hips and spun her around. Within a second she was lying on the edge of the bed and he spread her thighs apart. He positioned himself between her legs and pulled back the thin strip of fabric of her panties. She didn’t have to ask what he was doing. She already knew what was coming.
And there it was.
She arched her body back and ran her fingers through the tiny strands of his buzz cut the instant she felt his tongue slide against the slick folds of her pussy. She was still sensitive from hours earlier when he’d made her come by nothing more that strumming his thumb across her clit.
He felt so good, knew just how to touch her and make her squirm. This was what she never had with anyone else before. That complete and total submission to nothing but feeling and sensation.
Already she could feel herself climbing the inevitable peak.
“Michael, please,” she muttered through ragged breaths.
“Mmm. Like that, baby?” His voice was muffled against her pussy.
“I want you.”
He looked up at her. “Tell me, baby. How do you want me?”
She ran her fingertip across his cheek and whispered, “I want to taste you.”
His eyes glinted back at her and he stood up. “Scoot up on the pillow, baby.”
She did as he asked and waited while he climbed on top of her and swung around. He’d barely dropped his head between her legs before she felt the inevitable rapture of bliss once again. His tongue licked at her sensitive flesh while she looked up at his cock.
It hung thick and full, engorged with a pearlescent drop of pre-cum sitting on the very tip. She darted her tongue out and licked the musky liquid into her mouth. Her taste buds came alive when she tasted it.
Reaching up, she wrapped both hands around his length and began pumping his cock while sucking the tip into her mouth.
He muttered moans of appreciation while his hips rocked into her face. They worked against each another in unison while climbing the mountain together.
Within minutes each of them were writhing with one another. Their breaths were ragged and their bodies moving in some sort of hypnotic rhythm. They were no longer moving as two separate people. They were one.
“Oh God!” he shouted.
She loved to hear him as lost as he made her. It only pushed her to test his limits and see how far she could take him.
Her eyes jolted open when she felt the pad of his thumb scrape against the sensitive nub that he always managed to play like a fiddle. Her clit was engorged and already fluttering.
Her spine tickled and she felt the sensation crawl up to each of her nerve endings in a sudden burst.
“Michael!” She screamed his name.
“Yes, baby!” he shouted in return.
She no sooner felt the hot liquid pour from her that she felt his tongue lapping it up. His release followed an instant later and she held onto him with all that she had, swallowing and taking in his essence.
Minutes later, he had turned around and pulled her into his chest. They heard the yelling and shouting of neighbors and family members shouting their Happy New Years cheers.
They both were too spent to utter a word. Together they lay in each other’s arms, soaking up one another as the New Year began.
For years she’d missed what she lost with Michael. Now she had him back and they were planning a life together. She’d fallen so many times in this past week. He’d given her pleasures in ways she never knew possible. Physical, emotional, there were no limits with Michael. He gave her everything of himself, and with him she was whole.
Fifteen years ago she’d given herself to him for the very first time. Now, despite the years and all her efforts, no one could make her melt the way that he could.
The End
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