Lillie leaned against the couch as she held his cock vertical. She licked up one side, swirled her tongue around the head twice, then stroked down the other.
Jim hummed happily.
She did it again, only this time when she swirled her tongue she paused, wrapping her lips around the sensitive tip and pulsing.
Jim hummed, harder.
Teasing was fun, but it was time to move on. Lillie put her mouth over him and pushed down, getting him wet enough she could pump her hand over the root and suck on the sensitive head.
Jim’s hum lost its stability, changing to a ragged putt-putt-putt noise.
A salty taste swirled through her mouth, and she swallowed, increasing suction as she pulled back. Increasing the pressure with her hand. He’d grown thicker in her fingers, stretching her mouth wider as she tried her best to please him.
She glanced up. Her mouth was full, hand moving rapidly, and his eyes had rolled back in his head. His hum turned into an all-out moan as he caught hold of her head, his hips shaking. The salty taste of come filled her mouth as he lost control.
Lillie sucked and pumped and played until Jim stopped her. Locking her in position as his climax faded.
She pulled off his cock with a satisfied smile. “I like the desserts they serve around here.”
It was as if a whirlwind hit. One moment she was on her knees, the next she was sitting on the couch, her pants, undies and socks torn from her.
Cocky arrogance of the best sort on his face. “Pretty bit of trouble, aren’t you?”
“Am I trouble?” She reached her arms over her head to grab the top of the backrest, the position pulling her breasts higher, still covered in see-through white lace.
He stared as if she were a priceless painting. “No trouble at all.”
He leaned over and pressed a kiss to where her pulse was beating a tango in her throat.
The next kiss landed on her collarbone. The one after that along the edge where her bra and skin met, the upper slope of her breast tickled by the scruff on his chin.
When he pressed his lips to her nipple, she about shot off the couch. He opened his mouth and sucked both the fabric and the sensitive tip in. Using his tongue, he alternated licking with sucking until she grabbed his head, desperate to tear him away and remove the layer between them.
Trying to move him was like trying to move a brick wall.
His low laughter turned to a steady stream of cool air as he blew on the moistened tip, causing it to tighten further. “You wouldn’t be trying to take control, would you? Because you’ve used up all your get-out-of-jail-free cards.”
Somehow she found the courage to speak bluntly. “I want your mouth on my skin.”
He smiled. “You said that so prettily, how can I refuse?”
Jim eased back far enough from his position between her legs to open room between them. He caught hold of her bra cup, folding the material in half to expose her nipple and the upper slope. He repeated the move on the other side, leaving her displayed and lifted to his eager mouth.
Lillie closed her eyes and let him play. Every touch added to the pressure building between her legs, pleasure wrapping itself around her with a familiar ache.
When he left her breasts to press a kiss to a spot beside her belly button, Lillie brought her hands from above her head, biting her fingers to stifle her scream of frustration. She didn’t want him to stop what he was doing, but she need something more, and soon.
He adjusted his position, sliding his hands from her hips to her knees. “How flexible are you, sweetheart?”
Lillie stuttered for a moment. “Pretty good… Not sure. Oh…”
He’d pressed her knees farther apart before lifting them in the air so her hips were balanced on the edge of the couch, pussy totally exposed.
“Put your hands on your knees and hold your legs back.”
There was no arguing with that tone of voice, and Lillie decided she’d have to be slightly mad to want to argue in the first place. She clutched her knees and held very still as he dragged his thumbs along her thighs until he touched her intimately.
Back and forth, a small motion, again and again Jim teased his thumbs through her folds, bringing moisture from her body on every other pass to tease her sensitive clit.
By the time he put his mouth on her, she was ready to break. The first contact of his tongue to her clit made her gasp. The second was like pulling a trigger, and her hips shot upward, tension shattering like ice on a sunny winter day.
Only he didn’t stop. It was as if having made her come so quickly was a challenge, because he didn’t stop. His tongue, his teeth. He glanced up, smiling with satisfaction, his grin wet from pleasing her.
Jim extended his hand to her lips. “Open your mouth.”
She obeyed instantly, and he pressed two fingers over her lower lip and along her tongue, stroking back and forth twice before easing them apart so wetness coated every inch.