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I might not be able to deep throat the way a porn star did, but I planned to send Justin to heaven and back. Leaning forward, covering my teeth with my lips, I took his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue against the tip. Focusing on his length—and there was a lot to focus on—I took as much of him as I could, until the head of his erection touched the back of my throat. At that point, I pulled back, extending my tongue, and plunged forward again until I established a comfortable rhythm. I curled one hand around the base of his cock, keeping it against my lips so it acted as an extension of my mouth. My free hand massaged his balls, and I heard Justin’s primal grunt of satisfaction.
His delicious fingers shattered my concentration. And when he started dipping his tongue into my pussy, it drove me mad. I loved being top to tail, but sometimes—like right now—it proved very distracting. Too distracting. The downside of a sixty-nine. Hmmm. I briefly came up for air.
“Your tongue is magic,” he said.
I flushed at the compliment. “So’s yours.”
A bead of fluid emerged from his narrow slit. I gently lapped at it, and then took him in my mouth as deep as I could go. Performing oral on a partner was the most intimate sexual act of them all. There was something deeply erotic about running my tongue over the network of blue veins, around the head of his cock, and then swallowing him whole.
Enough. Change of plans. I wanted to see his face and feel him inside me. I rolled off him. Urgency built up inside, reaching a fever pitch. “Condom?”
He got up and reached for his jeans, pulling a condom out of his wallet. I snatched it from him. “Kneel.”
I wasted no time tearing open the foil packet. My body longed for another orgasm. Justin watched as I pinched the tip of the rubber and rolled it down his length. His expression told me no one had ever done this for him in the past.
“Get on top,” I told him. In spite of all the other positions I’d tried, there was something to be said for the good old-fashioned missionary position. Basic, yet stimulating. It let me stare into my lover’s eyes, see every emotion flash across his face.
Justin eased himself between my legs and drove his cock inside me with a powerful thrust. I gasped in ecstasy. My thighs locked around his waist. I admired his glistening chest, the sculpted biceps. His blue eyes sparkled as a smile twitched at his lips. He knew the effect he had on me.
“Deeper,” I instructed.
He buried himself in my pussy, balls deep, and picked up a passionate tempo. Come on, Justin, make me scream your name. Stroke after stroke plunged deep into my flesh. With each thrust, his pelvis pressed against my swollen clit, bringing me closer and closer to climax. The euphoric expression on his face told me he was close too.
“Slow down,” I told him. “Make it last.”
He plunged deep and stayed there, panting, his eyes staring into mine. Butterflies fluttered madly in my chest. His gaze sent tingles all the way down to my toes. I was alive with sensation. Justin leaned forward, resting his head in the crook of my neck, his beard tickling my skin, his teeth delivering one gasp-inducing bite after another until he reached my earlobe, and then his lips closed over mine. Still kissing me, his tongue pressing against mine, he resumed a slow, pumping motion, every thrust making me whimper.
Breaking the kiss, I arched my back, meeting every thrust, my fingernails digging into his shoulder blades. Fuck, he was good. So unbelievably good.
“Just like that! Keep going!” I whispered fiercely.
“Like this?” He used the same technique over and over until I uttered moan after moan.
I twined my fingers in his soft hair. It wouldn’t take long now. For either of us. He pushed his cock into me—slap, slap, slap—my pleasure intensifying. Loud moans continued to escape my throat. I sensed the first heat of my approaching release and teetered on the brink of orgasm. Justin’s features grew intense. He wouldn’t last much longer either. A violent rush of sensation consumed me. Waves of pleasure intensified until I could no longer breathe.
“Oh Justin!” I screamed, convulsing with pleasure.
With one final thrust, he pounded into me, his face contorting as he orgasmed. He grunted, and his body shuddered. Spent, we clung to each other in a tight embrace, his head resting in the curve of my neck. Wow, the intensity of it all. I ruffled his damp hair and sensed the rapid beat of his heart against my chest. He looked straight at me, appearing both dazed and very, very happy.
“You’re living up to all my fantasies,” he said.
“Am I?” My voice rose an octave in surprise. “I thought I had to do a lap dance to live up to your fantasies. Since you’re obsessed with the female form, I’ll take that as a huge compliment. You don’t mind being with a woman who knows what she wants?”
His eyes traveled from my breasts to my face. “You’re different from the girls I’ve dated.”
“How?”
“Free. Uninhibited. Other girls wait for me to take the lead.”
Normally, I wasn’t quite this bold in bed, but with Justin it felt natural to take control. It liberated me.
He pushed himself off me and lay on his back, pulling me against him. I clung to him, my arm over his chest, my leg over his hip. Lovingly, he ran his fingers down my cheek and through my damp hair. “And something tells me you’re no drama queen, like most girls my age.”
My laughter rang out. “Me? Not my style. I’m quite drama free, believe me.”
“I love your smile.” His index finger traced my lips. “It’s good to see you happy.”
“It’s all because of you.” I raised my head, kissing the hollow at the base of his throat.
“So?” His skin glowed with perspiration. “Did I score a better mark?”
I felt his eyes on me, a physical caress. “Oh honey, you definitely scored!” I laughed. “You’re a lot more experienced than I expected for someone so young. You’re very skilled.”
“Well, I have to say that when your artistic passions include convincing women to pose naked, you tend to, uh, accumulate experience fairly quickly.”
So he’d been around the block a few times. Made sense. “Women find you charming and irresistible, don’t they?”
“I’ve been told that, yes.” He seemed a little embarrassed, not boastful at all.
It felt so good to be with him, so easy. No demands. No complications. Just the pure exhilaration of being together and having amazing sex. “How about if I give you an A?”
“What, no A plus?” he said in disbelief. “What does a guy have to do to earn an A plus?”
“Mmmm, let’s see.” A tableau of sexual acts flashed through my head. “I rarely give full marks. It’s part of my strategy as a teacher. If you give a student an A plus, he thinks he’s achieved perfection, and he stops trying to improve. But with an A, he’ll always work extra hard and produce better work.”
“I see.” Twisting a finger in my long locks, he pretended to think it over. “Now that I understand your strategy, I have to agree with it.”
“If you’re skeptical, we can test it out and see if you perform better the second time,” I offered.
A sexy grin appeared on his face, and he turned over on his side. “The second time?” he said eagerly. “There’s going to be a second time?”
“Damn right there is.” I playfully smacked his ass. “And a third.”
We smiled at each other, worn out and content. My fantasy had finally become a reality. I kissed him, happy I hadn’t listened to my conscience.
Deep inside me, the cougar lay her head down and purred, fully sated and dreaming of her next encounter.
About Helena Harker
Helena Harker is a teacher by day, writer by night, a daydreamer who loves to escape to other worlds. Her fiction is populated by strong men, passionate women and lots of paranormal creatures. In her free time she enjoys photography and curling up with a good book. She is multi-published and also writes in other genres.
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