The Tease Turns Flesh

Her laugh still lingers in your mouth as your grip tightens on her ass, pulling her flush against you. Heat surges through every nerve, and before you’ve even fully thought it through, your arms wrap around her thighs. You lift her in one motion—her surprised squeal cuts off into another kiss as you carry her a few feet, then drop her onto the couch with a soft thud.

She sprawls back against the cushions, swimsuit clinging, one strap slipping off her shoulder, legs falling open just enough to make your pulse hammer. You’re on your knees before her in seconds, fingers slipping beneath the tight fabric. With a firm tug, you drag the suit aside, and there it is—her pussy, bare and smooth, the faint pink of shaved skin catching the lamplight.

Mary chuckles breathlessly, hips twitching as the cool air hits her. “Straight to it, huh? Guess you really are greedy.”

Your only answer is a growl of hunger before you dive in. Your mouth closes on her instantly, tongue pushing between slick folds, tasting the faint salt and heat of her arousal. The world vanishes into the rhythm—lap after lap, your tongue clashing wetly against her pussy, your nose pressed into her mound as you lick her like you’ve been starved.

“Ahhh… fuck,” she moans, head tipping back, voice cracking on the vowels. Her thighs clamp around your head for a second, then loosen, twitching as you find her clit and circle it hard, relentless.

The room fills with the sound of your tongue working her, the sloppy, wet slaps of lips dragging over her cunt, broken only by the breathy cries that spill from her throat. You grip her thighs tighter, pulling her closer, tongue stabbing deep, then curling upward, then swirling her clit again until her hips are jerking against your mouth.

Minutes pass in a blur, her body rocking, her hands clutching the couch cushions. Then she pants out, almost laughing between gasps, “You’re… god… you’re not stopping until I drown, are you?”

You glance up, chin wet, grinning against her folds before giving one last firm lick that makes her whole body shiver.

She pushes at your shoulders gently, chest heaving, sweat beading at her collarbone. “Alright, enough,” she says, though her voice is hoarse with pleasure. “My turn.”

You let her guide you back, heart hammering, and sink onto the couch. Your cock strains painfully against your jeans, and when she unzips you, the relief nearly makes you moan. She frees you from your clothes, her hand wrapping around your shaft, pumping once, twice, before she tilts her head, lips curling in a sly grin.

“Damn,” she whispers, eyes flicking between your cock and your face. “Bigger than I expected.”

And before you can even reply, she leans in. Warm lips wrap around the head, tongue swirling across the slit, then sliding down your length. The sudden heat makes you grunt, hand flying to her hair as she sinks lower, taking you deeper into her mouth.

Wet, slick sounds echo in the quiet room as she works you over—her lips tight, tongue stroking in long, wet licks, cheeks hollowing as she bobs her head.

You tilt your head back against the couch, groaning as the wet heat of her mouth pulls you closer to the edge. Every time she takes you deeper, her throat tightens, swallowing around your cock, and it makes your grip in her hair tighten. She moans around you, the vibrations shooting straight up your spine, and you swear you’ve never felt anything like it.

She pulls back just long enough to stroke you with one hand, spit glistening on your shaft as she catches her breath. Her eyes are dark, hungry, still teasing. “Bet you didn’t expect me to be good at this either.”

Before you can answer, she swallows you down again, harder, faster, like she’s determined to prove her point.

And you, helpless under her, can only gasp her name.