30....29...his hand was just above the inside of my knee, fingertips leaving little circles of fire on my skin as his fingertips moved up slightly...20...19...fingertips on my inner thigh now, me breathing so deeply to stay calm that I could hear myself exhale loudly with a quiver....15...14...13...I knew he could feel the heat from my pussy on his sensitive fingertips and I flushed, unsure if it was from passion or from slight embarrassment that he made me this way without any effort...9...8... his fingertips grazing the inner part of my thigh, then sliding up and softly slipping into my slit, his palm up, middle finger sliding over my hot, wet clit and slipping silently inside of me in a swift motion that felt more like slow motion.
I could feel every single ridge of his fingerprints and handprint sliding over my ultra-sensitive clit before his finger found a home deep inside me, palm cupping my sex. I gasped and pulled away, looking at him with amazement at what one simple series of touches had done to me....3.2.1 I counted, really fast and backed away, eyes flying open and looking at him, watching as he moved his eyes to his fingertip and then his fingertip slowly moved toward him, ending up playing across his tongue, eyes fluttering closed as he softly lapped it clean.
I couldn't breathe. I stared in astonishment at his mouth, watching his amazingly agile tongue lick my honey from his fingertip wanting so much to feel that tongue and those fingers working the heat between my legs into a full-fledged fire.
And then his eyes met mine and it shook me to the very core. The pure desire buried behind grass-green eyes made me want him more than I had before... more than I realized I could. I looked down toward his cock once more and found it surging, twitching silently begging for my attention, and I rushed to the bed, climbing over his knee to situate myself between them hurriedly... not as I had planned... I had wanted to slowly lap his toy and slide it down my throat with finesse and grace... but it didn't happen that way.
I seemingly could not help myself as I hurriedly lapped the head of his cock, drilling my tongue into the hole there, desiring nothing but to taste him as he had tasted me before. I slid him quickly into my mouth, over my hot, wet tongue and so hard toward the back of my throat that I would have gagged if I had even noticed. The power of him inside my mouth was like a hot-button and I continued to slam my mouth down on him to hard that my teeth were pressed into my inner lip as it rocketed against the side of my finger where I was holding him steady.
I don't have any idea how long I took out my sexual frustration and need on his cock before I was finally able to slow down slightly and turn my head, letting his cock slip down the slick inside of my cheek a little slower before taking him down my throat, but it seemed like an eternity. An eternity of that steel rod cloaked in velvet sliding down my throat before I remembered to graze my fingernails lightly across his balls, causing them to contract and Zackary to let out a deep, soft moan. Working them gently I set the pace at a manageable rhythm and sucked him inside my willing mouth over and over, alternately rubbing and teasing his balls with my touch, the muscles in my jaw starting to strain but not caring. All that mattered to me was tasting him... feeling him surge in my mouth and spill his seed down my throat, making him part of me forever... I so needed that connection sliding down my mouth, throat and ending up in the pit of my belly, where my desire lay alive and straining.
I was rewarded bountifully a short time later, my jaw burning from the ache of sucking so long, as Zackary grabbed my head and shoved my cock so deeply down my throat that I could barely breathe, let alone swallow. But swallow I did. Copious amounts of his seed pumped inside of me, and when I pulled back slightly I felt it spurt on my tongue, the salty taste of him turning me on even more than before. I swallowed every drop like a woman dying of thirst as his hands continued to encourage me, stroking my hair and the sides of my face.
When finally he ran dry I collapsed between his legs, tongue lazily licking his balls from top to bottom, paying special attention to the little area of sensitive skin between them as I lifted them gently and cradled them in the palm of my trembling hand. I could breathe again, but only in long, low bursts and sighs. The heat between my legs was almost unbearable but as continued licking I bounced back to reality, remembering my promise to myself. "This isn't for me..." and I rolled off of the bed in one fluid motion, watching Zackary lay there in a half-sleep, mumbling "thank you" over and over, looking as tired as a newborn kitten.
I simply smiled and picked up my robe from my suitcase on the way to the shower. "Mission accomplished" I thought, and slipped into the bathroom to finish what, with one single touch, Zackary had started.
