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She closes her eyes and moans as she swallows my dick almost whole. I fan out her gorgeous hair, and give a couple of tiny thrusts. I see her clench her thighs.

“We should stop,” I say as I fist her hair and give it a small tug.

“Did you like it?” she asks.

“A little too much,” I chuckle. “Any longer and this would be over before we began.”

“I really wanted to do it,” she whispers, still holding her hand around my cock, almost absentmindedly. “I’ve always done it because it was what one does, but this is the first time I’ve really wanted to. I needed to taste it.”

I lean over and kiss her. It’s deep and intense, both our mouths wide open, tongues sliding and exploring. I push her down so she lies on my bed, but her butt is still on the edge, and her parted legs have feet firmly planted on the floor. I take off her panties then lie next to her, supporting myself on one elbow, as I stroke her from the jaw, down her neck and shoulder, over her breast, where I spend a lot of time rubbing and twisting and pinching, all the way to her soft belly and her hips, and finally my hand finds a way between her thighs. The whole time she moans and writhes beneath my palm, her hands brushing my face, my beard, my chest, my shoulders, arms.

When I finally probe inside her pussy, she’s hot and dripping wet. “Jesus Christ,” I whisper. She chuckles against my mouth.

“You really turn me on,” she says. “I’m not usually like this.”

I pull back. “Why are you apologizing? Of course you should enjoy yourself. I’m glad you’re excited to be with me.” I push a couple of fingers inside her and her spine bows.

“I am. I really am. I didn’t know...” She stops for a moan as my fingers move inside her. Clearly I’ve hit a very good spot.

“Yes?” I smile as I keep pushing in and out of her, twisting and pressing.

“I didn’t know I could be so ... free. And want so much...”

“What do you want, baby?” I stop and wait until she meets my eyes.

“I... I want you to go down on me. Then I want to feel your weight when you fuck me. I want to ... completely disappear beneath you.”

I groan and drop to the floor, kneeling between her spread legs.

“You know, I’ve never come like this,” she says, her breaths ragged. “But maybe I could.”

Wasn’t she engaged to a guy till, like, a minute ago? I don’t voice my incredulity but make a mental note that the guy was likely a douchebag. “Try not to worry about it, okay?” I say. “Just relax and let me learn what you enjoy. If you don’t come this time, we’ll try again until you do.” I stroke her insides and twist my fingers the way I know she likes. “Your pussy looks so pretty. It’s plump and shiny and smells amazing.”

I run my tongue from where my fingers fuck her to her glistening clit. She exhales, long and loud. I do it a few more times and her breaths grow shallow, her scent and taste overwhelming my senses. The tightening at the base of my dick threatens to distract me, but it’s all about her now, so I focus on her deepening moans as I increase the pressure of my tongue as I stroke.

I bring the second hand from above and gently squeeze her clit from the sides, and her hips jerk off the bed. I press my tongue on the clit as I keep pushing against it from the sides, and I continue to thrust my fingers in and out of her.

My tongue on her clit tries little pokes, rubs, circles. When I finally suck, her cries get louder. She grabs my head and pushes me down into her crotch. I smile as I continue eating her out, moving my tongue to work her folds, stroking everywhere but her clit, but the V of my fingers pressing from the sides and the fingers of my other hand never leaving her pussy.

“Joe... I’m so close...”

“Can you tell me what you need?”

“I... don’t know. It all feels... so good. Maybe just your tongue on my clit. Pressure. Rubbing. Like before.”

I smile. Still stroking with both hands, I keep the rhythm, and lick the underside of her clit, curling the tip of my tongue upward. It’s the same move I love feeling on my dick, tongue on the nerve-rich frenulum, and she bucks like she was struck by lightning and cries such a long, pained wail, that I might get in trouble with the neighbors. Her pussy clamps around my fingers and I keep thrusting and licking her until her hips relax. It takes a long time.

Finally, she props herself up on her elbows. “Oh, my God, that was amazing,” she says, sounding winded. “I feel like my soul left my body.”

I kiss her inner thigh, smiling. “It felt amazing from here, too.”

She rubs my bald head. “Thank you. It was so good. I didn’t know it could be so good.’

“I want you to let go with me. That’s what sex is for. Feeling good. Letting go.”

She moves her hand to my cheek and brushes my cheekbone with her thumb. “How is it possible to let go like this with you? I don’t even know you.”

“Maybe that’s why,” I say, leaning into her palm. “I have no expectations of you. So you can just be yourself.”