Juliet rose to her feet and took off her bathrobe, tossing it aside. He could only look up at her with his jaw slack, his eyes wide, cock twitching. She certainly took good care of her body. Long smooth legs with muscular thighs and the slightest hint of abs across her stomach. Her breasts were full and perky, resting gently against her chest. She smiled down at him, hip cocked with a hand resting on his head.
"You should stop drooling on my floor," Juliet said. He immediately shut his mouth. "Not from your mouth." She said, pointing downwards.
He looked down and understood what she meant. His cock was freely leaking precum like an old faucet. It was running down his shaft and dripping onto the floor, creating a small puddle.
"Clean it up," Juliet instructed. He began to get up when she pressed her hand onto his shoulder. "Oh, no. You have to use your mouth."
He looked down with hesitation at the puddle of precum on the floor. Never before had he thought about doing something like this before. He never quite understood it. Looking back up at her, Juliet tapped her foot with impatience. It was now or never. Shifting himself back, he leaned into the floor and brought himself closer. Hesitating, he stuck out his tongue and carefully began to lick up the puddle. The taste was bitter and it wasn't exactly helped by the taste of wood below the puddle. He grit his teeth through it, licking up every last drop of precum that had fallen onto the floor.
"Good," Juliet said, her feet padding away from him. "Swallow it and crawl after me. It's time to really put you to work."
Swallowing the precum, he grimaced. A pang of regret filled his stomach for a moment until his distaste was forgotten. He immediately crawled after her, watching her ass sway as she made her way to the bedroom. Like the rest of the apartment, the bedroom was lavish with clean white sheets, a vanity mirror and a tiled bathroom attached through a door. Juliet turned and sat back on the foot of the bed, smiling down at him.
"Come on," She said, spreading her legs. "I want you to eat me out."
Crawling between her legs, he saw that she had waxed herself smooth. She was also wet, her inner thighs catching the light. Pressing his face between her legs, her fingers rested on top of his head, guiding him closer as he began to kiss her. She let out a soft moan, closing her eyes. He savored those gentle kisses, her sweeter taste wiping away the memory of his own precum. He reached up with one hand to caress her bare thigh, the other hand going down to wrap around his cock once more.
"No," She said, her eyes still closed. "Do not touch your cock any more unless I say so."
He gripped his hand tight and pounded against his own thigh. So, so close. His member was still throbbing, hard as a rock and continuing to leak precum. He hoped, from the bottom of his heart, that she would not have him lick it up again. Returning his attention to her sex, his tongue slipped out from between his lips and began to lick at her. He'd start at her entrance, tracing upwards slowly and letting his tongue slip away when it reached her clit. She shuddered with each lick, gripping his head each time his tongue grazed her most sensitive point.
"Mmm," Juliet moaned out. "You're pretty good at this. Do you do this often?"
