“I want to eat it,” Ryan said.
“Lift my skirt up,” Jennifer said, and Ryan ran his hands back up her legs. He got to the dress and pushed it upward. She reached down to help him, taking the hem and pulling. She pulled the dress off in one motion, tossing it onto the floor. He looked up to her, his hands on her thighs, his fingers kneading the skin there beneath her stockings. She was wearing a black lacey thong and a matching bra with sheer cups. His eyes were on her rosebud nipples, hard and straining against the mesh.
Ryan looked down then, to her pussy, to the lacy crotch of her thong soaked with her juices. Jennifer still wanted to be in control. She turned and walked away from the bed. Ryan watched her.
“I didn’t mean to be too forward,” he said.
“Stop apologizing,” Jennifer said, trying to sound stern. “Stand up.”
Ryan followed her instructions, climbing to his feet. His cock pressed against his dark pants, and he still wore a shirt and tie.
“Take off your tie,” Jennifer commanded.
Slowly, Ryan did so. He draped it over the back of a chair.
“Holy shit, you can’t even crumple up your tie? Put it on the floor,” Jennifer snapped. Ryan reached over, took the tie, and dropped it onto the floor. “Good,” Jennifer said. “Now take off your shirt.”
She watched as Ryan started slowly unbuttoning the shirt, and she grinned and shook her head. With three quick steps she was in front of him, the fingers on each hand sliding into his shirt between the buttons. She pulled quickly and the shirt was open, some of the buttons popping off and flying across the room.
“Do you want to fuck me?” Jennifer asked, standing so near him. She moved her hips forward so her pelvis pressed against his erection, still restrained by his pants.
“Yes,” the man breathed.
“Later,” Jennifer said with a laugh. She pulled the open shirt from his shoulders and then stepped back. She sat on the end of the bed and then lay back, scooting upward as she did so. “Taste me,” she said, looking down at the man. He obliged.
Ryan came forward, crawling onto the bed and positioning his head between her legs. She still wore her thong, and she was sure he would pull it off her, like any other man would, but he didn’t. Instead, he placed his lips against the tender and sensitive skin of her thigh. He kissed there, nibbled there, and she moaned and reached down, running her fingers through his hair.
Finally, he was done teasing her. She felt his fingers pull aside the crotch of her thong, and then his tongue was on her, lapping up her steamy juices as it ran up and down her pink slit. His tongue focused on her clit then, and his fingers entered her, one at first and then two, pushing into her slowly as he sucked on her engorged clit and then curling upward to probe at her G-spot.
Ryan put more care and love into eating her pussy than anyone ever had. It was obvious that he was eager to please her, to make her come, instead of worrying about coming himself. And come she did, a body shaking quake of passion erupting from her loins, clenching her stomach muscles, sending her pussy into spasms. Ryan rode it out, probing her with his tongue as she came, and then he backed away, kneeling on the bed.
“Stand up,” Jennifer panted, wanting to stay in control. Ryan did so, and she slid down the bed so she was sitting in front of him. She still wore a bra, still had the thong on and the thigh highs. She reached up and undid his belt, and then she unzipped his fly. She reached in and freed his cock. It was massive, bobbing in the air in front of her face with each beat of his heart. “What do you want me to do to you?” she asked as she smiled up to the man.
“Suck it.”
“Suck what?” Jennifer asked. She had just come, but she was aching to have his big cock inside her, but she would tease him and reward him first. She put her hand on his member, jerking him slowly. He was cut, his bulbous spongy head an inch from her ruby red lips.
“Suck my cock,” Ryan practically gasped. Jennifer giggled. And then she kissed the head of his penis, a light touch that drove him wild. She didn’t know why she liked teasing the man so much, why she liked being in charge. She was never in charge. It had to do with that. Ryan reached down, placed his hand on the back of her head, and for a moment she thought he had finally had enough, that a bad boy was hiding somewhere in him after all, that he would hold her head still and fuck her face if she wasn’t going to do it. She prepared herself for that, but instead he chose to be gentle yet again. His fingers became entwined with her hair, but he didn’t force his cock into her mouth. He just gripped her hair, and he looked down to her and whispered.