Oral-gasms

The best part about eating out Gemma was her responsiveness. Everything you did brought a new little twitch, moan or whimper from her.

Her entire mound was shaved clean and smooth, and you made sure to let her know you appreciated every bare inch of her. You didn’t just drill your tongue into her, you worked all over her.

“John,” she moaned, enjoying you kissing the crook of her leg in a brief respite from sucking on her puffy labia. You slowly dragged your tongue into the centre of her pussy again and lapped firmly against her hole, gathering that delightful little ooze of her juices into your mouth.

“Yes?” you hummed quietly, running your hands up from her legs to her stomach, spreading your fingers along her sides to hold her in place as you began to tease her clit. Every time you did that she had a tendency to try and curl a little sideways, the leg that you didn’t have over your shoulder trying to bend back.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped. “Yes, please.”

“Please what, love?” you teased her.

That made her giggle, and you drilled your tongue into her again as you nudged her clit with your nose at the same time.

“Please never stop,” she whimpered, reaching down and holding your wrists.

“I’m going to need to eventually,” you said with a smile, and kissed her pussy lightly. “Unless you’ve decided it’s just an oral date today, but I don’t think that’s it.”

“God, no,” Gemma said. “I take it back. Please stop immediately and put your dick in me.”

“Not yet,” you grinned and held her down firmer, starting to really work her out.

Gemma squirmed and moaned. She would vacillate between throwing her head back with her eyes closed and looking down at you with dreamy eyes. You enjoyed every second of it.

“I’m close,” she moaned.

“How close?” you asked.

“Almost- Almost-” she panted. Her chest was heaving, still clad in that beautiful blue bra.

“Don’t,” you told her, but you didn’t stop playing with her.

“What? Whyyyy?” she whined.

“Hold it for me,” you said.

“I’m not Sabrina,” Gemma said, opening her eyes and looking at you fiercely.

You left her pussy and quickly crawled up her body, kissing her firmly as you palmed her wet pussy and ran two fingers against her hole. “I know,” you whispered to her. “You’re my beautiful, amazing, genius, teasing Gemma. But I told you I’m in charge down there right now, right? Do you trust me?”

“Fuck,” she whispered back, her breath on your lips. “Yes.”

“So when I tell you to hold it?”

“I’ll try,” she whimpered, humping her pussy at your fingers to try and get you to penetrate her, but you didn’t.

“Just trust me, love,” you said.

“You’re still using it wrong,” she chuckled softly, closing her eyes and biting her lip as you continued to tease her.

“I know,” you said. You kissed her again and then dipped back down, starting to eat her out again.

“John,” she gasped again. “I’m- I’m trying-”

“Keep going,” you said, taking a break from teasing her clit with your lips.

“I can’t,” she hiccuped. “It’s almost… I’m almost…”

You spread her wide again, looking into that delicious pink pussy as you said, “Now.” And you blew cold air against her pussy in an incessant little stream as she let go and her hips ground in circles and her cunt started spasming. It was weird and wonderful, and as more of the viscous girlcum started oozing out of her you drove your tongue into her and slurped it up.

“Oh my Gawd!” Gemma shouted, heaving from the sudden change in stimulation as her orgasm redoubled and rolled through her all over again. She reached down and ran her fingers through your hair and got a grip on you, pulling you deeper against her cunt, her body tensing several times as the orgasm worked through her. Then her fingers went soft in your hair, and her body relaxed, and you rained kisses onto her pussy instead of drilling her with your tongue.

“John?” she asked.

“I’m not done down here yet,” you said.

She half-laughed, half-sobbed and gave in. You rode her cunt through two more orgasms, working her up each time and asking her to hold it for you. She did, a little longer each time, and each one getting a little stronger than the last. And each time more of her girlcum oozed out of her.

After the third orgasm you climbed up the bed again, lying next to her and hugging her to you as she panted and came down. Gemma clung to you, and lightly kissed your chest.

“Are you finally done down there?” she asked you quietly.

“I think I got what I wanted,” you smirked. “For now.”

She rolled her eyes. “Make love to me, John. With your dick this time, please.”

You weren’t sure why, but that got you laughing, and then Gemma started laughing as well, and for the next little while you both couldn’t get your giggle fit under control. Finally, even through the giggles, you started kissing again. You relaxed against each other, and Gemma started undoing your pants while you slid a finger up and down her pussy, and then slowly inserted it into her.

She sighed happily, looking into your eyes as she got your pants as low as she could while you were both still laying down, and started running her fingers along your hard cock through your boxer briefs.

“I’ve been literally dreaming of this cock,” she smiled into your lips.

You kissed her. “I’ve been dreaming of you.”

“Dreaming, or fantasizing?” she asked.

“Both,” you said.

She smiled and wormed her fingers into the hole at the front of your boxers. As she did you added a second finger into your slow penetration of her pussy, and her eyes closed halfway as she revelled in the sensations.

“You made me pick the speed,” she said quietly. “So you pick the position. How are you going to make love to me, John?”

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