My spine straightens at the distinct sensation of the warm chocolate syrup drizzling lightly on my pussy. “What are you doing?” I shrill, wondering if this is even safe, what kind of infection I might get from having chocolate dripped on my vagina, but before I can grab a computer and check WebMD, Randall pries and presses my thighs as far apart as they will go, exposing my pussy to him like it’s on a plate.
He directly kisses my twat, tangling and twirling his tongue on me as if my pussy might be capable of kissing him back. It sets my sex on fire, and the flames spread down my legs, arcing up into my face. I’m kind of dizzy. Can you pass out from coming too hard?
Shit. It’s so good.
Suddenly, Randall stops, leaving my starved pussy to lick the chocolate around my belly button and dip his tongue into the delicate hole. Again, I laugh.
“You are so ticklish,” Randall remarks, looking at me.
“I guess I am,” I confess sheepishly.
“I love it.”
He dips his tongue there one more time, then moves lower again, settling between my thighs. My stomach tenses and I bite my lower lip in anticipation. My percolating sex just calmed down again, but the feel of his breath on my clit is enough to stoke my fire back to an inferno. I want to beg him or command him but I know that he likes to tease me. If I pretend like I don’t care either way, he might give me what I want: him.
I fall silent, even holding my breath and closing my eyes. He grips my hips and licks my shaven mound, then tracks down toward my clit and stops again.
I can’t help it. I let out a little roar from behind clenched teeth and squirm.
“Shh.” He licks over every part of my pussy except the clitoris. I’m so ready for him, my button practically vibrates with energy. . He dips lower, idling in front of my legs, and I feel the tip of his tongue tease at my entrance.
I feel slightly confused. “But Randall, there’s no chocolate… there!”
The last word comes out as a scream as his tongue enters me hard, animalistic. My hips rise, my eyes falling shut. I claw at the mat on my sides.
God.
His tongue, that wicked, skillful tongue, rubs against all the right spots, presses against all the right buttons. I had no idea his tongue was so long. His fingers rapidly massage over my clitoris at the same time and my thighs shake, my hips buck. Compared to his prick, this tongue is nothing, but I’m already so worked up from all the teasing, I know I’m going to break soon.
“Randall!”
I’m close. I can feel it.
His tongue moves faster, his fingers teasing the nub just above that crevice, all moving in concert to bring me to the edge...
“Randall!”
And push me over.
I come hard, swept away by the pleasure as it bursts, my body shaking and shattering. It feels like a physical wave of heat breaks over me, even though it comes from beneath my skin.
His tongue leaves me and, for a moment, I lie still, eyes closed, panting.
That was probably the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever had.
“I thought singers had more lung capacity,” Randall says.
I open my eyes to look at him. “Well, this wasn’t singing, was it?”
He grins. “You performed well, but the show’s not yet over.”
Of course, it isn’t. He’s still hard, and I can see it.
I reach for his cock, stroking it idly as I simper up at Randall, teasing him. He inhales sharply.
I prop myself up on my elbows and pull his cock out, marveling at it. I didn’t get to see it clearly last time but now, I do.
And it’s the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen.
It’s easily ten inches long and so thick, the tip a dark rosy color with a gossamer droplet of pre-cum oozing out of the slit. I gather the liquid with the tip of my tongue as I wrap my fingers around him.
“Fuck.” His fingers become entangled with my hair. “Don’t stop.”
“Why would I?” I look at him, grinning. “This is better than chocolate.”
He’s had his tasty treat. Now I’m enjoying mine.
I lick the tip slowly, lapping up the salty sweet liquid. I start licking the length of him, pressing not just the tip of my tongue but as much of it as possible against his sensitive skin.
His hips buck, gasps escaping his lips.
I continue licking and then take him fully inside my mouth. I can’t fit all of him but what I can fit, I suck and savor as my fist pulses up and down the rest of it I gaze up at him and let him look into my eyes, let him know that I love it. I’m in love with his cock, I think.
“Sabrina,” he rasps, suddenly pushing me off him and again, in one single move, he lifts me off the bed. He carries me to the bathroom, then sets me down before starting the shower.
“Time to clean you up,” he says.
But I know that’s not all he’s going to do.
Randall steps into the shower and pulls me in. It’s so foggy and steamy in here, it’s like another world, and I crowd up against his chest beneath the spray of water.
“Put your arms around my neck,” Randall orders.
As I obey, he grabs my thighs and hoists me up. Then he enters me, pinning me against the cold tiles. I cry out, wrapping my legs around him.
Oh, shit.
He kisses me again, his hands moving to my butt, cradling each cheek as he steps back so that I’m no longer against the wall. Then he begins jerking his hips, and my moans spill out into his mouth. He’s so big, and this position is almost too much to bear.
I don’t know how he’s doing this. I’ve never been in this position before. But it’s incredible.
Damn, it’s incredible.
I can feel his cock deeply, reaching and rubbing against parts of me I never knew existed. As he moves against me, my nipples rub against his chest and the heat in my body swirls.
Are we still in the shower? I don’t know. I’m in a daze. My vision blurs and I close my eyes and focus on feeling every inch of him, squeezing him.
Randall breaks the kiss just as hard as it began, .
gives a particularly hard thrust. He roars and grips my ass as he bursts inside me. I come undone a second time, raking his back with my nails before falling limp against him. I relish the way his prick pulses and squeezes every drop of him into my body. My thighs squeeze him even tighter between my legs, as if he can never leave.
After a moment, he pulls his cock out and I set my feet down on the floor, still leaning against him as I feel his cum trickle down my thighs. If I don’t, I just know I’ll fall, too weak to stand after all the pleasure my body has experienced.
Somehow, we manage to clean each other up and dry each other off. Then Randall carries me again in his arms and brings me to the bed, setting me down gently.
I crawl beneath the blanket as he puts the sticky mat in the bathroom. When he returns, he joins me, wrapping those thick arms around me.
“Are you all right?” he asks.
I nod, no longer able to speak.
I’m just exhausted, too exhausted, even though I wasn’t the one who did the lifting. Within moments, I slide into the oblivion of sleep, a contented smile on my face.
Afterglow
Randall
What is Sabrina dreaming of?
That question runs through my mind as I stare at her sleeping face, her eyelids fluttering and her lips curved into a smile.
Something good, I hope. God knows she deserves every good thing, whether in dreams or in reality.
I smile too. I wouldn’t mind waking up to this every day.