Denise glanced down at Rodney's hand, and then lifted her eyebrows.
Snapping out of the momentary trance, he reached out and added his other hand to the first, tugging upward on her top. She raised her arms when the material reached the bottom of her lacy pink bra.
As her top slid over her head, Denise took over and absently tossed it off to the side. The bra was sheer, leaving little of her small, perky breasts to the imagination, while still making him hungry for more. A crooked, sexy smile decorated her face as she reached for the tail of his shirt.
With the back already untucked, it took only a pluck of her fingers to free his shirt from his pants. She wasted no time in pulling it up, and offered a moan as she revealed his chest. The neck of the new shirt briefly resisted her efforts, but she giggled and persevered. His shirt joined hers on the floor next to the bed.
His hands moved seemingly of their own volition to her sides, caressing her soft skin and drawing a moan from her. She reached behind her back, and he saw the band at the bottom of her bra go slack. He slid his hands upward until his thumbs were just below her breasts, and then looked up at her face.
Denise's eyes lit up and her smile widened. She shrugged the straps down off her shoulders, one after the other, drawing his eyes to them with the movement. Then, at last, she slipped her arms out of the straps and fully revealed her breasts to him.
Rosy pink circles surrounded her stiff nipples. The small swells they capped were firm and smooth. They were far different from Jill's larger globes — the only others he'd seen — but just as beautiful.
She gasped and let her head loll back when he cupped them in his palms. Unable to resist, he leaned in and suckled the right one between his lips.
"Uh huh," she whimpered as his lips and tongue tantalized her. "Oh yes."
"Oh my god," he muttered as he switched to her other breast.
"It feels so good."
One hand came to rest on the back of his head and tousled his hair. The other ran up and down his spine. The practice on Jill served him well, and he tried every trick he'd learned with only the briefest of thoughts. Her moans and whimpers let him know it was working.
When he sucked a little harder, her fingers tightened in his hair. Switching breasts and sucking even harder caused her to gasp and pull him toward her. He kept it up until he'd drawn not only her nipple, but also her areola into his lips.
"Yes, just like that," she said in a breathless voice.
Rodney groaned as her hand slid between his legs and brushed against the hidden hardness there. She traced the contour of him, making him throb beneath her fingers.
"Oh my," she whispered as she gave him a squeeze.
He gasped from the touch, letting her nipple escape him. Her fingers uncurled from around him, moving to the button of his pants. While the button popped open and his zipper slid down, he kicked off his shoes.
"Lie down," Denise said.
He reclined and allowed her to pull his legs up on the bed. She took off his socks one after the other, and then tugged on his pants legs. Rodney shoved his pants down to his thighs, allowing her to whip them off. He drew in a deep breath as her fingernails slid up his bare legs, and then over the bulge in his underwear. He sighed in relief as her fingers slipped beneath the waistband and released his cock from its cotton prison.
Denise moaned as she leaned down and turned her head sideways. She was looking directly into his eyes when her tongue slipped out and tickled the ridge around his swollen helmet. A sly grin spread across her face when his cock jumped from the touch, and she did it again.
Grunting with every slippery tease of her tongue, he found it hard to stay still. When he happened to turn toward the window, he saw something through the billowing curtains.
"We forgot about the window. I think there's somebody over there watching," he warned her.
She gave his manhood a far longer stroke of her tongue, and didn't even glance toward the window. "I don't care. Let them watch," she said in a husky voice.
As he'd come to discover with Jill, the thought of someone watching made it all the more exciting.
Denise kissed the head of his cock, and then sat up over her knees again. Her fingers slipped beneath the waist of her panties and pushed. Ever so slowly, she revealed the last of her treasures to his gaze.
First, a triangular-shaped patch of hair emerged. It was a little darker than the hair on her head, and artfully trimmed. Then the cleft emerged from the shadows of the pink cotton, still mostly hidden because her legs were close together.
That changed once the panties reached her thighs, because she parted her legs to allow the cloth to stretch between them. The effect was unbelievably exciting to him, and he found himself sitting up to lean toward her.
A moan escaped her, and she sat back on her bottom. Rodney pulled his knees under him as she reclined, and took over when her panties passed below her knees. The moment he released her ankles from the frilly cotton, she spread her legs wide open.
Her folds were smaller and pinker than Jill's, with fewer crinkles. Her nether lips were baby-smooth, giving him an unfettered view to admire them.
Admiring them lasted only a few moments, though.
A combination of desire and the confidence Jill had instilled in him caused him to drop down onto his hands as soon as her panties fell from his fingers. Denise let out a surprised moan as he moved into the V of her legs.
The first breath of her musk filled his lungs only a fraction of a second before his tongue touched her. He parted her folds with a strong upward stroke that ended at her clit. She felt and tasted different from Jill, but it was just as sweet.
In his peripheral vision, he saw her fingers turn into claws and dig into the sheets. She drew in a ragged, high-pitched gasp. The breath then emerged in a clipped, "Oh yes," of delight.
With an enthusiasm only a man tasting his second pussy ever could muster, but with a skill nurtured under Jill's tutelage, Rodney lapped and sucked her folds. Within a few seconds, she was squirming beneath him.
Between a series of loud whimpers, she cried out, "Oh yes. Oh
yes
!"
Rodney growled as he locked his lips over her clit. One of her hands snapped to the back of his head, and he could barely see the other pinching her nipple. Her butt lifted off the bed, grinding her pussy into his mouth. He responded by sucking even harder.
She squealed and her fingers tightened in his hair. "Like that. Like that. Oh my god."
A plaintive whimper escaped her when he released her swollen bud. He swirled his tongue over it for a moment, and then gave it another lightning quick suck that made her yelp. He wiggled his tongue over her folds, tasting her sweet nectar, but her fingers tugging on his hair left little doubt where she wanted him.
He had no problem with that.
A quick push of his thumb pressed down on the shaft of her button, exposing it from beneath the hood. He flicked the swollen bud, and her loud whimpers let him know he was on the right course. Using his thumb to massage the shaft, he assaulted her naked clit with gusto.
Her voice rose. The writhing of her body on the bed grew even more pronounced. All the while, he kept up the pressure. Sometimes sucking, sometimes lapping, he never gave her clit a moment's respite.
"Don't st... Don't... Ah! Oh! Oh my g-ah! Ah! Ah!"
Denise loosed a squeal as orgasm ripped through her. Her hips lifted and trembled. Her hands pushed down on the back of his head, grinding his face into her climaxing pussy. She gasped and cried out, sometimes forming sounds that were close to words, but never quite understandable. Rodney was licking through a smile the whole time.
A yelp nearly as loud as her initial cry of orgasm accompanied her pushing on his head and lurching away from his mouth. Her hand fell to the bed, joining the other that was clenched and tenting the bedclothes. Her right leg shook — seemingly beyond her ability to control — as she gasped for breath.
Rodney licked his lips and watched the final throes play out. He caressed her trembling leg and felt it finally go still beneath his fingers. After that, her breathing slowed, and she let out a long, slow groan.
When her eyes fluttered open, he saw her already flushed cheeks grow even darker. She turned away from him and laughed into her hand for a moment before meeting his gaze again to say, "Oh wow."
"You taste so good," he said. "Was that okay?"
"Okay?" she asked, and closed her eyes again. A shiver rippled through her and she continued. "Ohh, that was
intense
. I haven't come like that in a while."
He could only look down at her wearing a silly grin.
Denise slapped a hand on her leg and chuckled as it began to quiver again. "When I come that hard, it doesn't want to stop. It's like it's possessed. Mmm — kiss me?"
As he leaned over her, Rodney saw that their audience had grown. Now two figures were watching from the balcony across the way. They were soon forgotten as he fell into the kiss. It was soft and sweet, but lingered for far longer than the brief farewell kisses of the last couple of days.
"Mmm. I do taste good," she whispered as their lips parted.
Rod stiffened and gasped as her fingertips unexpectedly brushed his manhood.
She bit her lower lip, and then gestured with her eyes toward the bedside table. "Get my purse?"
"Sure," he said, though he was loathe to pull away from her fingers tickling his cock.
Denise sat up as he turned around to hold out her purse. His heart skipped a beat when she pulled out a condom and dropped her purse over the side of the bed. She scooted closer, pushed on his chest, and he dutifully reclined.
His cock bounced away from his body in a steady, rhythmic dance as she caught the corner of the foil square between her teeth. She slowly ripped the package open, and then pulled out the condom.
Denise gave her hair a flirty flip as she curled her fingers around his erection, standing it straight up. With the tip of the latex sheath pinched between her fingers, she settled it over the head of his cock and began to roll it down.
Rodney throbbed in her grasp and felt a drop of pre-cum bubble up. As soon as the condom reached the base of his shaft, she lifted one knee to straddle him, and moved in for a kiss.
Once again their tongues danced over each other, and they paused only long enough for quick breaths. Rodney held her close when she tried to pull away, giving her one last, deep kiss. A sultry smile decorated her face as she sat up over her knees and scooted backwards.
With her hands braced on her knees, she sank down until her nether lips pressed against his hardness. She rocked her hips forward and back in a sinuous dance, caressing him with her folds, and he groaned from the attention. He saw her glance toward the window, and color blossomed in her cheeks.
