Tongue

Rory lifted her leg and planted it on the bed. Her pussy was a tangle of auburn curls. She kept it that way for Alex—her little sign of affection for him, because she knew how much he enjoyed her bush. How even when carefully clean, they trapped some of her natural musk...and the sight of those pink insides never so aroused him than when they were half-hidden, like a treasure that had to be sought out.

"Lick me," she ordered, then took her sip.

Alex had to slide partly off the edge of the bed to bring his face down to level with her hairy cunny. He kissed her, just below her navel, and sank down slowly, a line of soft, tender kisses al the way down to that freshly-cleaned forest. Until the soft curls tickled his chin, his cheeks, his nose. Then and only then did he breathe in, to drink in that slightly sour odor of a ripe cunt.

His tongue pushed through the tangle until the tip just brushed her lips. The tp of his tongue tingled...and with surprise, he smelled and tasted something else.

Strawberries.

Some kind of flavored lube. Another little gift to him. Just like her lipstick. Alex grinned as he pushed his tongue past her labia, to trace the inner lips. Up and down her went, from the tiny V that led to her asshole, up to where the soft bud of her clitoris waited to swell and emerge. His left hand went to his cock. He wanted to stroke himself, to edge near the point of ejaculation, but to hold off and stay hard...until she was ready for it.

Rory was in no rush. Her free hand tussled Alex's hair. She sipped her cocktail thirstily, heedless of the **** content. He couldn't see it, but her ears were burning red already, her cheeks aflame, irises dilated. Alex ate her pussy with all the enthusiasm of a teenager, but with the skill of an adult who had learned, through long practice, how best to please her. The heat of her muff grew and grew as it rubbed against his face, and Alex was lost in his work, the tongue careful not to dip too far, too fast.

Until she began to pant a little. Her hips made little circles as she ground her hairy crotch against his face. The bridge of his nose caught her clit, and a moan escaped Rory's lips. The empty glass fell onto the bed as she grabbed his head with both hands, to rub herself furiously against his face as his tongue struggled to keep up. Hot juices dripped down his chin as he frigged his cock. Rory fucked his face like a cat with its favorite scratch toy, and both of them loved it.

"Aaaah!" Rory exclaimed as her ecstasy overflowed. Her whole body stiffened as she hugged his head to her crotch. Silver sparks exploded before her eyes, her whole body convulsed...and then, almost as suddenly, she relax.

Alex sank down, ass on the carpet. The back of his head rested on the edge of the bed as he looked up at her, the small pooch of her belly, the valley of her small breasts, the face flushed with excitement, gratification, love...and then she sank down on top of him, into a squat, one hand reached behind her to guide the still-stiff prick to her hot, wet cunt. His hand was still wrapped around the prick to keep it stiff, and their fingers met. Then their eyes.

"A condom," he whispered hoarsely, barely able to speak.

She smiled...and for once it was a nervous smile, not at all the proud, assertive woman he loved...but then she said, in a tone that brooked no argument.

"Not tonight. I want it raw. I want to try..." she left the rest of it off. Alex grinned back. Well, there was no one else he'd rather deal with the consequences of such a decision with.

Rory settled into Alex's crotch. His back was against the bed, and they struggled for space as she pinned him down with the weight of her body. Their lips met as his small breasts against his chest, the hot, tight pussy clutched his prick type.

Alex couldn't last long. Nor did she want him to. Her tongue slipped past his teeth as he exploded inside of her, and she swallowed the moan that seemed to come from deep inside his diaphragm as the long-delayed ejaculation pumped rope after rope into her lubricated cunt.

Once again, he tasted strawberries.

When he was done, she broke the kiss. He felt oddly weightless, as though only her on top of him kept him from floating off the ground. A trickle of something hot and wet ran over his balls.

"They say you should rest on your back, with your hips elevated," she said. "To increase your chances. We'll give that about half an hour. Then I'm going to need your tongue again. To clean me out."

Alex grinned. Sated. Happy. Excited. He bent forward and kissed her collarbone.

"As you wish," he said.

There would be times, later on, when he asked for a blowjob and got them. When he wanted to try to rub one out on her ass, or with her feet. To model nude for him, so he had something to edge to on business trips, and return pent up and ready to explode. Yet what Alex loved about Rory was her assertiveness, how she knew what she wanted and went out to get it.

Most of all, he loved that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.