A quick lick

Impishly, on a whim, I decide not to answer Heather directly. I bend my head to her lips and kiss her hard; she responds with **** passion. While I have her attention diverted, I turn us around and push her back against the counter, then drop to my knees without warning. While I was away, she changed her slacks for a flame-red skirt, which makes things easier for me.

“Wait,” Heather says, sounding dazed, as I push up her skirt. “This isn’t—” I lift one of her legs and hook it over my shoulder to give myself better access. “—this isn’t how I meant this—” I pull her panties aside, exposing her beautiful pussy. “—to—oooooooooooh!” I spread her flower wide with a couple fingers and give her a long lick from stern to stem, ending with a swirl of my tongue around her engorged pearl. She pulls my head hard to her quim, wailing my name. I cup a hand between her thighs and trace her opening with a finger. When I suck her clit between my lips and curl my tongue around it, she bucks her hips and her orgasm explodes in my face. She screams and writhes and shakes, and her girl-cum floods my hand.

When Heather settles back, I pull out and look up at her; once I’m sure her eyes are focused on me, I make a show of licking her nectar off my hand. Her scent is spicy and rich and bittersweet, reminding me of cinnamon, ginger, cardamom, and bitter orange, and she tastes just like she smells. “I love your pussy, baby,” I tell her.

Before I can dive back in, Heather puts her foot back on the floor and pulls me up. She wraps me up hard and kisses me harder, sucking on my lips and tasting me with her tongue. By the time she’s done, I’m breathless and dazed. “No more—not yet—” she says, still almost panting. “Go sit on the couch—give me a minute—”