Lick me

Her fingers released him, and Josh felt the absence like a physical wound. His erection throbbed in the cool air, wet from her touch, **** for more.

But Ariana leaned back against the cushion of the swivel chair, crossing her arms behind her head again. Her breasts rose and fell with each slow, deliberate breath. Her legs remained spread wide, her pink, glistening pussy open to him like a flower in full bloom.

"Alright," she said, her voice calm but firm. "But first things first. Lick me."

Josh looked up at her, his eyes hazy with need. "What?"

"You heard me." She smiled, slow and knowing. "Lick me."

His breath caught.

"I told you earlier that you'd need your mouth," she continued, tilting her head. "Remember? For something other than eating? Well..." She reached down and tapped her fingers against her inner thigh, right next to her wet folds. "This is that moment."

He stared at her, frozen.

"Don't look so surprised," she teased. "You didn't think I'd let you have all the fun, did you? You've had your dinner. You've had your lesson in anatomy. Now it's time for you to serve a little."

"I... I've never..." he stammered.

"I know." Her voice softened, but her eyes remained sharp. "That's why I'm going to guide you. Every step. You just have to listen."

She spread her legs wider—an obscene, inviting gesture. The chair creaked beneath her. Her knees pressed against the armrests, and her feet dangled over the edges. Her pussy was completely, totally exposed to him now, the inner lips parted, the tiny nub at the top peeking out from its hood.

"Come closer," she instructed.

He shuffled forward on his knees until his face was inches from her.

"Good." She reached down and gathered her hair, pulling it over one shoulder so she could see him clearly. "Now. I want you to start slow. Don't just shove your face in there like you're trying to eat a messy sandwich."

He let out a nervous laugh despite himself.

"You're going to start with your tongue," she continued, her voice dropping into a low, instructive purr. "Flat and soft. I want you to lick me from the bottom all the way to the top. Nice and slow. And then..." She paused, her eyes half-closing. "And then you're going to do it again. And again. Until I tell you to stop."

He swallowed hard. "And... and what will you be doing?"

She smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips.

"Don't you worry about me," she said. "I'll be... occupied."

Before he could ask what she meant, she lifted her right foot from the armrest and pressed it gently against his bare thigh. Her toes traced a slow path upward until they found his erection, still hard and leaking, standing upright between his legs.

Josh gasped.

Her foot wrapped around him—not gripping, just resting, the sole warm and soft against his sensitive skin.

"I'll be right here," she murmured, wiggling her toes along his length. "Keeping you... motivated."

He looked up at her, then down at her foot on his cock, then back at her spread-open pussy.

"Now," she said. "Stop staring and start licking."

He lowered his head.

His tongue darted out, tentative, and made contact with the very bottom of her opening. She tasted like nothing he had ever experienced—salty and sweet and sharp all at once, a complex flavor that flooded his mouth and made his head spin.

"Flat tongue," she reminded him, her voice already breathier. "Not pointy. You're not a snake."

He flattened his tongue and dragged it upward, through her wetness, over her folds, all the way to the top where that little nub waited.

Ariana let out a soft, shuddering sigh.

"Better," she said. "Much better. Now... again."

He licked her again. And again. Each time, her taste grew more familiar, more intoxicating. Each time, her foot pressed a little harder against his cock, her toes curling around him, stroking him in slow, lazy circles.

"That's it," she murmured, her head falling back against the chair. "Just like that. You're a natural, Josh. A fucking natural."

He grew bolder. His tongue explored her folds, delving between them, tasting the slick wetness that seemed to flow from her endlessly. He found that little nub—her clit, he realized—and licked it experimentally.

Ariana's whole body jerked. Her foot squeezed hard around his cock.

"There," she gasped. "Right there. Keep doing that. But softer. Gentler. It's not a light switch."

He obeyed, licking around the sensitive bud in slow, careful circles. Her hips began to move, grinding against his face in small, rhythmic pulses. Her wetness coated his lips, his chin, dripping down onto the floor.

Her foot worked him in counterpoint—stroking, pressing, releasing, stroking again. He was leaking onto her sole, his precum mixing with her sweat, making everything slick and slippery.

"You're doing so well," she breathed, her voice thick with pleasure. "So fucking well. Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."

He didn't stop. He couldn't stop. He licked and sucked and kissed her, following her instructions, learning her body with every passing second.

And she rewarded him with every twitch of her hips, every gasp of her breath, every stroke of her foot on his aching cock.