Her nectar would be sweeter

“That’s not the only sugar you have, Kimberly,” I said.

I pulled her close to my body and rolled us off of the lounge chair. I made sure the dream provided a large, soft beach towel on the ground for us to lie on. Kimberly was under me now, her hair spread out behind her. I kissed her a few more times before pushing myself up and away.

“You’re right, Michael. Can you find my honey pot?”

I crawled down her body, past her breasts which now spilled off to her left and right. They looked good but they weren’t my target. I didn’t stop until my face was above her bikini bottoms.

“Getting warmer,” she teased.

I took hold of her bikini and pulled it down her legs. Kimberly helped by first lifting her butt for a moment and then pointing her legs out straight. She gave a small giggle and said, “Almost there.”

I threw her bottoms away and then pushed her knees as far apart as they would go. Her pussy was on full display now, bright pink in between her dark, trimmed bush.

“Bingo!” she said.

I moved in close and stretched my tongue out to taste her. Kimberly was very wet from our teasing and making out. Her pussy juices coated my tongue as I licked the length of her lips. She was right: she did taste like honey.

I began to suck and lick at her aggressively. Copious amounts of her own wetness flowed into my mouth. I kept gulping it down as fast as I could, spurned on by her moaning and groaning. And by how good it tasted!

“Ooh Michael,” she cooed softly. “Yes, eat me. Devour me! Please don’t stop.”

I went faster and pushed my tongue in deeper as she encouraged me.

“Fuck! I didn’t think I liked oral. Giving or receiving.” That tracked with a few snide comments she had made over the years. As though she was above something so crude. “But I think I was wrong.”

I started to swell a bit with pride. Sure, it was a dream, but it was still nice to hear. I wanted some more of that.

“Maybe I just needed to find the right partner… The right mouth.”

She was breathing heavily now and her words were coming slowly. I kept at her.

“Mmm just like that… Mikey…. Oh yes! I think… I think I was waiting for you… waiting to feel what you could do for me… do TO me! Ohh fuck!”

My tongue teased up and down the length of her pussy, swirled around her clit, pressed firmly into her. I sucked at her flesh and nibbled lightly with my teeth. Everything I could think of to get her off. I wanted the pride of that accomplishment.

“I’m so close Mikey…. Don’t stop… I want it…. I NEED it…”

Kimberly was squeezing her breasts together and squirming her legs on either side of my head.

“I need you… I need YOU Michael. Please make me cum. No one else can do what you do.” Her words were coming fast and frantically now. I was feeling on top of the world even as I was kneeling down.

“Please, please can I cum? Can I cum?!”

“Mm-hmm,” I more hummed the words than spoke them, with my mouth pressed right up against her cunt. And that was it. The soft vibration on my lips against her cunt pushed her over the edge. Kimberly screamed in pleasure and grabbed the sides of my head. She pulled me in and urged me on as her hips bucked up against my face.

I let her ride it out for a moment until she lied back on the towel, panting “thank you… thank you…” over and over again.

When she let go I stood up and walked over to the edge of the pool. I washed whatever was left of her juices off of may face and then turned back to look at her. Kimberly’s naked body was a vision of perfection in the warm sun. She had one arm held across her eyes and the other resting lazily beside her. The smile on her face was obvious. She was definitely satisfied but that left the question of who was going to take care of me?

She almost looked too peaceful to disturb.