You shake your head. "Nope." And as I begin to devour your toes once again, your hand slips under your T-shirt to play. Your eyes are still locked to mine and the fire that I feel building in my clit is clearly starting to rival your own.
You lay back and the hand holding the game drops to the side, the game still clutched tight but now forgotten. I slide my hands down the length of your bent legs and grab hold of the waistband of your pajama bottoms. You moan softly again as you lift your hips to help as I slide the bottoms off to reveal your pale legs and super cute panties.
I push your legs back and slowly lick the sole of the other foot. Then I slide forward, between your legs, my lips first kissing the tiny bow at the front of your white panties, then leaving a tiny, fiery trail up to your belly button, up to the arm you've still got under your shirt. You pull that arm out and I grab your wrist, directing your fingers into my mouth. My tongue dances on your fingertips and then I push your hand down to your panties, touching your fingers to your cloth-covered clit.
"Oh, fuck," you breathe as I force you to start masturbating through your panties. Then my hand comes back up and lifts the hem of your T-shirt, exposing your tits and your perky nipples. You drop the game onto the bed and bring that hand up to wrap around my neck, beneath my hair. You pull my head closer as I bend down and take first one nipple, then the other into my mouth, teasing it, licking it, biting it just hard enough to make you gasp pleasantly.
I run a hand up and down your side, raking deeply with my fingers as your fingers continue to churn your clit through your underwear. The fingers of my other hand are on your other nipple--twisting, pulling, flicking, teasing, soothing. Your breathing is becoming just a bit more ragged, and the hand on your clit is moving in tighter, faster circles as you moan.
You stop rubbing your clit to use both hands to help me take off your T-shirt. I pull mine over my head as well, freeing my breasts, and almost immediately, you are locked to one of my nipples, your tongue, lips, teeth trying to devour me as I had you. I pull your head close as you do so, the way you'd pulled mine. Our breathing is tandem, cycled, co-mingled as you play with my breasts and send even more liquid fire from my clit to my toes, to the crown of my head. Your mouth always feels so good.
Then I push you back down and use both hands to pull off your panties. You raise your hips to help once again, and I use the motion to roll you over and pull your hips up, so your ass is prominently displayed. You giggle and shake your ass, tempting, teasing, and I reward you with a series of slow, sensual spanks. Light at first as you squirm and tease. Then heavier, harder as you start to melt into the sensation. When your ass is bright red, and your pussy is glistening and dripping, I roll you back over and push both of your legs back, exposing you.
My mouth devours your clit in tight, hot circles before dancing down to bury itself inside your pussy. In and out, back up to your clit. Hot electricity in the touch of you, in the taste of you, your essence. Your juices are an aphrodisiac that even the gods envy. Your hands are in my hair, holding me close to your bucking hips, your needy pussy, your throbbing clit. My fingers dig grooves in the skin of your ass cheeks as I eat you out. One hand slips around--two fingers slide so easily into your gasping, spasming pussy, while my thumb slides slowly, achingly into your ass.
We both lose track of time as I devour you and you lose yourself in the devouring. Your breathing is tight and ragged, your cheeks flushed, your heart racing. A small eternity passes and then we roll over, me onto my back while you straddle my face. You rest your arms against the wall above the headboard and begin to grind and ride my tongue desperately.
