Keeping a promise

It’s not long before Siobhan’s eyes flutter open, though it takes several moments more before she can focus them. She looks at me, bright with unshed tears, and I stroke her face softly with my fingertips. “Oh, oh, ohhh . . .” she breathes. “How did you—Ione told me, but I could hardly believe—I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

“I’m glad. You were amazing, Siobhan; it was fantastic for me, too.”

“Can we use the shower now? I think you may need to help me—I’m not sure I can walk, after . . . that.”

“Certainly.”

I lead Siobhan to the shower, noting that she actually is a little unsteady on her feet. We stand quietly under the spray for some time; she relaxes against me, eyes half-lidded, as I hold her and softly caress her body. When she feels energy returning, she washes herself; I watch appreciatively, which she enjoys, and make the occasional comment.

When we get out of Holly’s shower, I insist on drying Siobhan off; she giggles and returns the favor. Then she sighs and says, “I don’t want to go, but I ought to. Thank you.”

“Not yet,” I tell her. “I get to eat you one last time before you leave.” I can see desire and responsibility at war on her face, but I don’t give responsibility the chance to win. “For one thing, tonight was all hard and fast and aggressive. I think you needed that”—Siobhan nods slightly—“but I want to give you something slower and more sensual, too.” I wrap my arms around her and kiss her slowly and thoroughly. “I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer.” I drop to my knees, letting the circle of my arms slide down her body, and nuzzle her sex; I slip my tongue between her lips to find that her juices are already flowing again.

Siobhan’s resistance crumbles. She mewls softly and caresses the back of my head, then whispers, “Please . . . make love to me.”

I lead her back to the bed and draw her down beside me. I caress her mons and play with her soft curls as I nuzzle her neck and plant kisses along her jawline from ear to ear. Siobhan moans softly and lets her hands roam up and down my back. My lips trace a path down the column of her neck to her small, pert tits; I feather kisses all over their subtle curves, then worship their beautiful peaks with my lips and tongue. As I suckle one nipple, savoring the taste and feel of it in my mouth, I slip two fingers into her slit and trace the edges of her inner lips. She purrs, then softly moans my name.

I enjoy Siobhan’s stiff titbud for a while, swirling my tongue around it and caressing it with my lips, then open my jaws wider and draw her entire tit into my mouth. I suck on her supple titflesh and paint her curves with my tongue, then bite down very lightly around the base of her sweet little breast. She shrieks softly, but her shriek cuts off with a gurgle when I push my two fingers into her hot, wet sex. I stroke her G-spot lightly as my thumb finds her quivering clit. I can feel her pulse thundering under my thumb, and I know I have this woman literally in the palm of my hand. She bucks her hips and holds my head tight to her chest, gasping, “Don’t . . . stop . . . more . . .”

I can feel how close Siobhan is to cumming, and I don’t want that to happen without my face buried in her snatch. I pull my head free and my fingers out, then shift myself around to fasten my lips over her fuckhole. I probe it with my tongue, finding to my pleasure that I can fit rather more of it inside her than I managed before. She gasps and mewls as I wriggle my tongue inside her honeypot. I lick my way out, then roll up my tongue and push it back in; I flex it open and closed, making her squeak and twitch. I start massaging her lovebutton with my thumb, pressing on it gently and wiggling it around, and the sounds she’s making go higher and breathier. “Please, Andrew . . . make . . . me . . . cum . . .” she moans softly, nearly whispering.

I pinch Siobhan’s clit a little and move my fingers in a twisting motion. At the same time, I press my probing tongue against the front wall of her pussy and suck hard. Her orgasm breaks over her like a tsunami, squeezing my tongue and flooding my mouth with her girl-cum. Once again, I drink greedily, savoring both her taste and her excitement as she writhes and flexes on the bed.

As her gusher dwindles away, I change position to give Siobhan one last climax. I slide my fingers back into her wet, silken heat to massage her G-spot once more and clamp my lips around her swollen clit. I grip her bud carefully with my teeth and lick it furiously, and she explodes. I have to be careful not to hurt her as she bounces on the mattress, slamming her twat into my face. Her body goes off like the Fourth of July, her orgasm bursting wildly like rockets and screamers and star shells. I ride her out, keeping my tongue on her button and my fingers in her fountaining cunt, both working away furiously through her paroxysms of ecstasy.

When all is quiet, I crawl back up Siobhan’s body to lie beside her. I prop up my torso on one elbow and lean over to kiss her slowly and thoroughly. She kisses me back, probing my mouth with her tongue, and places a hand on my shoulder. Then she breaks off, looks me in the eyes, and says, “Andrew?”

“Yes, Siobhan?”

“I need to thank you.”