Eat her out again.

Jess looks at you as you move between her legs again. She starts shaking her head, but your fingers pull apart her labia as gently as you can manage before your tongue slides into her pussy. Jess's head falls back against the pillow and her hands slump to her sides as you begin working Jess toward another orgasm. "Fuck," Jess mutters. "Just eat me, baby. Feels so fucking good." You fuck her with your tongue for a while, losing track of time and place as you focus solely on getting Jess off at least one more time, her eyes already fluttering as you use your tongue and fingers on her overworked pussy.

You lift your head from her to gently caress her face. "I'm going to make you cum again," you tell her. Jess sighs happily. "You keep doing that and you will," she agrees, motioning to her pussy again. You grin back and slide down again, this time moving your entire body between Jess's limp legs. "I love eating your dripping pussy, Jess. You're always so wet for me when I tongue fuck you," you tell her. Jess grunts in response, though you notice her left hand on your head already. That usually is a sign she's turned on. "I can't wait to bring you off. I love seeing how these orgasms overtake your body. It's so hot to watch you cum," you tell her, then put your mouth to its real work. Your tongue slides all over her cleanly shaved pussy, and Jess is obviously more sensitive now. The barest touch of your lips to any part of her is now causing small jumps. When your fingers part her outer labia, revealing her swollen inner lips. You grin as you trace each lip with your tongue, feeling your arousal quicken.

Jess moans as your tongue touches her lips, the shuddering a sign of reward, though she looks up dazed as you continue to lightly tongue every part of her exposed pussy. "John," she whines, "how much more do you think my pussy can take?" You ignore the question in favor of very lightly using your lips to slowly guide your tongue on her pussy. Jess's head shakes for a moment. "Oh my god," she moans. "Whey are you still eating my pussy?" she moans. "You did your job, baby. I've cum... a lot." You simply continue, and Jess easily gives up trying to stop you. "I'm going to cum if you keep eating my pussy," she notes, her hand still loosely at her sides. You pull away and glance at her.

"I know baby. I'm going to make you cum again," you tell her. "I want you to cum for me." Jess groans as her body shakes, and you put your hand to her breast again. Jess moans as your lower your head, and you're sure to make eye contact whenever you can, watching both her face as she enjoys the pleasure you provide her and your hand as it paws greedily at her trapped tit. Jess seems drained now, you realize. She's thrusting weakly into your mouth as you continue to lap at her pussy and slurp on her lips, even drinking her juices as her pussy continues to flood. Her orgasm is sudden this time, coming at the first contact with her overstimulated clit as she bucks, and you feel her fingers push your hands away, and as you continue licking her through her orgasm, you feel her go limp, just soft moans from her as you clean her up with your tongue. Jess's hand finds your head again.

"No more," she whispers. "Please. You can play with my tits a bit if you still want to," she says, breathing hard. "But you did me in with that last cum," she offers. You slide up to her and pull her close to you.

"I didn't even get dressed before you ate me out. A lot. Thank you. And I didn't mean for my... chat to push you toward that," she says. You shrug.

"You weren't wrong," you tell her, kissing her forehead. "I've been a bit selfish," you admit. "Probably something about this super-hot girl who makes me feel amazing every day. Just wanted more." Jess rolls her eyes.

"Didn't we talk about this? John, never feel like you owe me anything. This trip is perfect. And you gave me a ring. I think that entitles you to blowjobs until we're married," she says. Her delivery is so deadpan you almost miss that she's joking. She grins up at you. "Our wedding will not end your frequent episodes in my mouth," she tells you. "But I do need some food. You seem to have drained me of much of the energy I'll need to take care of you later," she says. "Can we go get some lunch?"

"Absolutely," you tell her. Jess's eyes sparkle.

"What do you want me to wear today, lover?" she asks suddenly. You look at her curiously.

"I seem to recall you like playing dress up with me as your doll," she breathes, and even she seems a bit stunned that her lust has returned. "You fucker. No matter what happens after, we're having fucking lunch." You don't know why she's blaming you, but you're somehow okay with it.