His first lick is slow and lingering, ending with a sharp flick of my clit and causing an involuntary tremble of my body against his mouth. Throwing my hands over my head and digging into the arm rest, I look down my body and meet his eyes. His tongue licks in between every fold, and swirls around and inside of me.
“Oh, my God, you’re so good at that.” My chest is rising and falling rapidly as he works me. I’ve never had oral sex feel like this, not even close to this. A strong urge begins slowly building in my gut as he brushes hard against my clit and pulls it into his mouth, sucking relentlessly.
“Feel it, Dylan. Feel what I can do to you.” Darting his tongue inside me and fucking me with it, my leg that is hooked over the couch begins to slip as I buck against him. His hand darts out and pushes it back over, leaving me wide open for him to expertly explore with his mouth.
“Oh, God,” I cry out, tightening every muscle in my body.
Two fingers take the place of his tongue as he licks above his hand, giving extra attention to my swollen nub. He moves slowly, stretching me with his fingers as I begin rolling my hips against his face. My orgasm hits hard and fast, sending me spinning off into orbit as I scream his name and reach down to hold him right where I need him.
“Mmm,” he moans against me and the vibration shoots up my body and hits every nerve. His fingers slow their torture as he continues licking me, bringing me down slowly, but not quite enough to ease the throbbing.
“Oh, God. Reese, please.”
I know begging him to stop is of no use. Plus, do I really want him to stop? I’ve never had an orgasm from a guy’s mouth on me before, and I know my next one isn’t far behind. I moan loudly and bite my lip as he glides one hand up my body, massaging my breast as he licks between my legs.
“You taste amazing. I could do this for days, love.”
I groan and arch away from the couch, his hands lifting my ass into the air. “Don’t stop.” My skin ignites and the fire that has been barely doused comes roaring back to life inside me. The only parts of my body touching the couch now are my shoulders and my head. Reese is supporting everything else as he moves his fingers quickly, slipping a third one inside and pushing with the perfect amount of pressure against my clit with his thumb. His mouth nibbles on the tender skin of my thigh and I cry out.
“Reese. Oh, my God.”
“Give it to me, Dylan,” he growls.
I come again and it’s even deeper than my last one. The leg that was hung over the couch is now resting on his other shoulder and I grip my thighs tight against his head. He sucks on my clit and rides out my orgasm with me, finally allowing me to touch back down after my trembling stops. Slipping my legs off his shoulders, he places them gently on the couch, and this time, the cold leather feels welcoming on my now glistening skin.
“That was… that right there… was…” I have no words. No words have been invented to describe that. My breathing is so strained I can barely speak, even if I did have the words. I open my eyes and see him standing next to the couch, slowly pulling at his tie with his amused expression.
“Epic?”
I quickly swing my legs over the side and stand up, stumbling into his arms. “Jesus, you’ve rendered me crippled.”
“Lie back down. I’m nowhere near done with you, love.”
I slowly raise my eyes to his and lick my lips. “I figured, but I want to undress you.”
He arches an eyebrow and licks my arousal off his lips as he holds his arms out to me. I step out of my heels and drop down a few inches, the top of my head now falling just below his nose. Reaching up slowly, I pull at his tie and slide it off from around his collar, dropping it at my feet.
“I’ve been dying to see you naked. It’s all I’ve thought about,” I say as my fingers begin working at the buttons on his dress shirt. “You’re wearing way too many clothes for me.” I’m fumbling nervously, the anticipation of getting his clothes off causing me to fidget a bit, but I don’t care. I focus in on my task.
“Yeah, I know the feeling. You look incredible, but I can’t wait to get you out of that.”
I glance up at him from under my lashes and part my lips, seeing his eyes on my chest. I haven’t thought about the fact that he hasn’t seen me naked yet. I’m still wearing everything I had put on earlier underneath my dress. Bringing one hand behind my back, I quickly unhook my bra while the other stays firmly planted on his chest. I slowly slide it down my arms and let it drop to the floor, hearing a soft moan escape him. My heavy breasts bob freely and tingle in the anticipation of his body on them. He brings his hands up and rakes them through his hair. “Problem?” I ask, continuing the unbuttoning of his shirt.