Page 13 of Big Girls Do It Wetter

Jeff nodded, as if filing the information away for later. "Your crème brûlée is getting cold."

I giggled. "I just said the first thing that came to mind. I don't even know if I'll like it. I was a little...distracted."

It turned out I did like crème brûlée, and so did Jeff. Jeff paid the bill—ignoring my attempts to help pay it—and we left.

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We got to Jeff's house, which wasn't far from my place. Sexual tension filled the car, the smell of my arousal musky and intense. I wanted to touch Jeff, to feel him fill my hand, but he wouldn't let me. He held my hand in a firm grip on his thigh, a safe distance away from his crotch.

"I'd rather wait until we can do things right," was all he said.

I managed to wait until we were inside and Jeff was kicking off his shoes to attack him. I sidled up behind him and pulled at the buckle of his belt and then worked my way down the button-fly of his jeans. He slipped his shoes aside and straightened, putting his hands behind him on my hips. His head tipped back as I pushed his pants and boxers down to let his still-rising erection free. I wrapped eager fingers around him, the other hand cupping his sack and stroking the skin behind it.

Still cradling his balls in one hand, I caressed his length as lightly as I could, focusing my ministrations on his tip until the first pearls of moisture began to leak from him. I smeared my palm along his tip, and felt his knees buckle as I did so.

I circled around in front of him, pushed him backward to the couch until his knees hit and he sat down. I knelt in front of him and pulled his jeans and boxers off, and then settled between his knees.

"Anna, you don't have to, just because I—"

"I want to," I cut in. "I want to taste you. I want to feel you come like this."

He didn't argue. I took him in both hands, pushing down on him in a hand-over-hand cycle. When his breath started to come in gasps and his hips began to move, I leaned forward and fit him into my mouth. I had to stretch my jaw as wide as it would go to take him. He smelled and tasted clean and of male musk. His skin was salty and slick and smooth. I started a slow bob of my head, careful not to graze him with my teeth. He leaned his head back against the couch and tangled his fingers in my hair, not pulling or tugging, merely holding. One hand pumping him at the base, I slipped my hand underneath him and put my middle finger to the stretch of skin behind his balls and pushed, gently, as he began to move his hips. He was struggling to keep still. I lowered my head to take him deeper until he brushed the back of my throat, feeling him throb harder against my lips. His body tensed as I drew him out and wrapped my lips around his head, working him with my hand and sucking hard. My cheeks hollowed and he gasped a shuddering breath, arched his back, and tightened his grip on my hair.

"I'm coming, oh god..." His warning accompanied the jet of viscous, salty come against the back of my throat.

As soon as I felt him tense and climax, I put a second finger to his taint and massaged in circles, lips on his head, hand pumping in a blur. He shot a second time, and then a third, his back arched in a rigid curve.

When he finally went limp, I let him go and sat on the couch next to him, resting my hand on his belly.

"God, you come a lot," I said.

"Sorry," he said.

I laughed. "It's not a bad thing," I said. "I don't mind."

"Thank you," Jeff said. "That was...incredible. It's been a long time since I've—never mind."

"What?" I put my head on his shoulder and looked up at him. "A long time since what?"

"Since I've had that done to me."

"Do you like it?"

"Well, yeah, obviously. Like I said, it was amazing. But now it's your turn."

He stood and pulled me to my feet, drawing me into his bedroom. He kissed me as he unzipped my dress and let it fall to the ground around my feet, and we got lost for a few minutes, clinging to each other and kissing.

"I could kiss you forever," Jeff said. He unhooked my bra, kissing my shoulder as he slipped the straps off.

He nudged me onto the bed, stripping my panties off as he did so, and then he was kneeling above me, staring down at me with an expression on his face telling me more clearly than any words how beautiful he thought I was. I wanted him so badly, right then. I wanted to feel him fill me with his cock and hold me down with his weight as we came together. He wasn't ready yet, though, and he lowered his lips to my breasts first.

Each kiss of his lips to my skin was a slow, reverent, moist caress, moving with agonizing slowness over my body. With each kiss, my body turned hotter, my skin prickling in anticipation of his next kiss. My nipples puckered and stiffened as he pinched one and licked the other. I was dripping from between my thighs, wanting, needing to feel his mouth move there next, but he didn't, even when he kissed his way down my belly to my pubis and hip bones. I spread my legs apart, willing him to put his tongue inside me, but he licked my inner thigh instead, just outside my labia, then across my belly and down the other thigh.

I tugged a pillow from the head of the bed and stuck it under my back, elevating my hips to make it easier for him. He kissed my calf and behind my knees instead, then the soles of my feet. He ran his hands up my legs ahead of his kisses, touching his lips to my quad muscles, and then my hip bones again, and finally, at last, to my pussy. It was a kiss, at first, just his lips stroking my entrance, then a single shallow lap of his tongue.

Oh, lord, I thought,he's really drawing this out.His slow and methodical pace, his mouth and hands' detailed attention to every inch of my body brought my desire into furious life, making me desperate for him to lick me, to be hard and ready to push into me, fill me with his cock.

He refused to rush, though, and when he at long last dipped his tongue against my clit, I moaned out loud and pulled his head shamelessly against me. He rewarded me with a swift circle of my clit and a finger striking into me, curling in to stroke my walls and find my G-spot. After one swift circle, he resumed his unhurried bottom-to-top licks, focusing the apex of each swipe on my aching nub.