Go down on you, with a view

Standing beside the bed, he smiles down at you. His eyes scan over you, delighting in everything he sees. His twitching cock confirmed. You shimmy your way over to the edge of the bed and gently kiss the base of his shaft. A quiet sigh tells you to continue. Tender kisses up his length, another one for each inch until the soft, smooth tip presses back against your puckered lips. As you part your lips to take him into your mouth, he pulls back and leans down. Breathily, he whispers into your ear,

"You're too good to me, you know? Coming over and taking care of my cock like that, Cristina, but that's not my plan for you right now," Tristan stands back up in front of you, and you're tempted to continue where you left off, but he turns away and holds a hand out to you. You take it with one of yours and climb off of the bed. After leading you to the center of the room, an excited squeal escapes from you as he turns around and scoops you up in his arms.

"Face to face again with my handsome man," you say with a smile, hands clasped around the back of his neck.

"It is nice every once in a while, isn't it," he jokes, "Can I interest you in that lovely swing we have on the porch? It's too beautiful a night to stay inside,"

You eagerly nod in agreement, and bite your lower lip before closing your eyes and leaning your head against his chest. You bounce softly in Tristan's arms as he carefully carries you out to the porch and sets you down on the double-wide porch swing.

During the afternoons, you enjoy a drink on this very seat, reading a book or just talking with Tristan. He'd rub your feet while you chatted, and you could always tell when he felt he was making some grand point, or thinking about something because the rhythmic pattern on his hands would pause. It was relaxing, refreshing. But then, Tristan did seem like a different person during the day. Once he got into a particularly lustful mood, there was a delicious transformation in him.

That very transformation was now extending itself to include the porch swing, you noted as he got down on his knees in front of your spread legs and began to kiss back and forth between your thighs. A kiss from him, a gasp from you. Tristan's kiss, your gasp. Kiss, gasp. Kiss. Gasp. But this couldn't continue forever. The anticipation heightening your sensitivity, you jump slightly as he finally kisses your clit. He hums his approval, and continues to focus on your spot. His lips did the work first, making contact again and again.

He pulls away.

"Ah! No, please," you say almost involuntarily as you lean your head forward to look down at him.

"You shouldn't be so greedy, Cristina," he responded in a tone thick with lust, "Give me that pillow next you, I'm going to be here a while,"

The mere implication was reason enough to forgive him. You toss one of the pillows from the swing down to him, and lean your head back with closed eyes. After a short readjustment which must have been Tristan putting the pillow beneath his knees, the lips continue their work.

"God you're wet," he said to himself more than you. That familiar tongue of his went to help next. Slow lapping at your pussy was only interrupted by his mouth moving up to play with your clit even more. A little bit a suction to get it right where he wanted it, and that wonderful tongue would dance. Moans came from you both.

He pressed his mouth on you with enough force to cause the swing to move back. At first, this motion was gentle, and Tristan would lean forward and back to accommodate your motion. An interesting mix of sexual pleasure and relaxation, you began to wonder if you could fall asleep like this. Swinging gently as this professional brought you pleasure with nothing but his mouth. Probably not, you admitted to yourself, as Tristan changed positions enough to keep the excitement new and varied. Speaking of which, you noticed that the swing was going further back than it had before. More importantly, it wasn't swinging forward again.

Though your pleasure, and his from the sounds of things, continued, you looked down. Sure enough, he was leaning forward with his arms both wrapped around your legs and braced against the seat of the swing. They were pushing the swing back as he leaned forward. He made sure your clit never got a moment to recover. Aroused by the reality that this man was not only giving you pleasure like no other, but also physically raising you higher into the air, you grab his head and hold it against your pussy. Of course, he didn't need the help, but it was one way to show how much you appreciated things. Your rising orgasm was unavoidable now. This masculine display of appreciation for your feminine core was too much to contain. You shuddered as waves of pleasure radiated though you, and Tristan knew. In predictable fashion, he kept his mouth locked on you overloading you in your sensitive state. You moved to push him away, but in this balancing act that wasn't very effective. After a second or two more, Tristan lifted his head up for a deep breath.

"Whatever you do to keep your pussy tasting so damn good, never stop, ok?"

You nodded a quick affirmation and exhaled your relief. The swing began to lower back down to its resting position. After another brief dance between your clit and his tongue, he moved up to the bench to sit next to you. As he wrapped his arm around you, you leaned into his side.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence, appreciating the moon's reflection off of the water's surface. That breeze meandered around your bodies once again, bringing even more relief to you.

"Thank you for that. It was wonderful," you say to his chest after your breathing returned to normal.

"Of course, my Cristina, anytime," he replied before leaning over to kiss the top of your head.

Looking down, you notice his cock is as erect as ever. You'd known of men who went down on their partners because they "had" to, but Tristan was genuinely aroused by it. Glistening in the full moon's light, you recognized the drops of precum at the tip. You lowered down to suck on the head, gently bobbing. He moaned. After a few bobs, he pulled on one of your shoulders to bring you back up. With an audible pop, you let his cock out of your moth. You share a wordless kiss, and reach for his cock. As soon as you touch it, he stands up, and holds his hand out again.

"Back inside," he said with a wink.

You put out some faux pouty lips, but graciously took his hand and followed him. As you arrived at the bed, you quickly reached around with your other hand for his cock again.

"Oh I'm going to milk you and make you feel just as good as you made me feel," you stated defiantly as you began pumping him.

"Yes Cristina," he cooed, "but first," he twisted, grabbed you, and tossed you onto the bed with a laugh. He was on top of you quickly, and your lips locked again.