Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
“May I?”“Don’t ask, Brooks. Just do. If you do something wrong, I’ll tell you. Let your feelings and desires guide you because me telling you what not to do won’t be hot at all.”
I nod once, slipping her panties down to expose a tiny strip of hair right above her mound.
I wondered if she was bare down here, but the strip is sexy, so I won’t complain. It still blows my mind that she’s giving me such up close access to her. Giving me permission to do as I please, and my dick wags at the idea. The desire to taste between her legs has been on my mind since the first time I moved in. I’d been dreaming about it for weeks, and now the time is here. I have no idea what I’m doing. Bending as I slide her panties off, I lean back soaking up the paradise between her legs.
Her feminine scent is sexy, and it only heightens how aroused I am, knowing that the glistening between her legs is because of my touch, my hands, my lips. Reaching up, I allow my fingers to slide over her folds, landing on the tiny bundle of nerves I’ve always heard other guys talk about.
They always say to pay special attention to it. My forefinger and thumb work it over, and Mia whimpers below me. “Yes, Brooks. There.” I work it, circling it, and pinching it, enjoying every single pleasure noise thrumming from her mouth. My fingers slide back to her folds, and I allow myself to slip inside slightly. A groan falls from my lips at how soft and warm she feels wrapped around my fingers. Tighter than I thought she would be, although I had no idea what it was really like.
Being inside her is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, a different type of ecstasy. More mewling sounds come from her lips, and she continues arching into me. Asking for me. Giving as much as she takes. Lowering my lips to her body, I take one long swipe from her folds to mound. I pull back, licking my lips. “You’re sweet, Mia. So sweet.” The taste of her on my tongue is like the sweetest honey.
My tongue breaches my lips, and a thrill zings along my spine as I watch her track the movement. She’s so fucking perfect. So willing.
I start spelling out the alphabet over her clit, writing poetry with my mouth, and she scoots away, her hands pulling me away by the hair.
“What are you doing?”
“I was tonguing the alphabet against your… you know. I’ve read it feels good, so I wanted to try it.”
“It’s not working for me, Brooks. Does it feel natural to do it that way?”
“Not really.”
“Okay, then you’re doing it wrong.” I feel my shoulders pull together in defeat, and I lose eye contact. She sighs, “Hey, look at me.”
I look up again, and she winks. “You’re in training. You can only get better from here.”
I admit defeat. “Tell me what to do.”
“How about I show you?” She rises up against my face and starts grinding her hips. I let my tongue slowly swipe against her seam, time and time again. Moving up, I suck her clit into my mouth and nip it lightly, teasing her.
She groans slightly, “Yes, good. That feels so much better.” I continue, forgoing the alphabet and just following her body language with each stroke, kiss, and breathe against her core.
Another slow swipe of my tongue along her seam rips a scream from parted lips. I move up to circle her clit, tonguing her, pulling each moan and whimper from between her lips. A sweet song of pleasure, need, want. I let my eyes gaze her body, over her glorious breasts, and find her eyes closed, head back in the throes of pleasure. Mia’s eyes find me and I’m glued to her as I lick once, twice. She clamps down on my face, and I glide over a spot inside her rougher than the rest with my finger. I slide against it once, and then again. And again.
“Brooks, YES!” She clenches against me again, and moisture starts to pour from within her. “I’m coming.” Liquid heat washes over my fingers, covering me in her juices, and I lean in to lick her. My dick bobs below me, caged between my stomach and the bed. I feel like I’m going to explode with the slightest touch.
Her breath is heavy. She’s panting, and I know I’ve done something right. I didn’t even need much help to bring her this much pleasure. I look to her for signs of what she likes and doesn’t like.
“Damn.” One word whispers from her lips, a shadow of a grin parting them.
“Was it good?”
“Good, Brooks? Good? Once you got rid of that alphabet nonsense, it was epic. Like…. I’ve never had a man’s mouth on me that made me want to climb you like a tree and let you fuck me so bad right here, right now.”
My heart beats faster, just thinking about getting to put my dick where my fingers were just now. I’m going to volunteer as tribute. I will beg if I have to.
“Not today, Brooks. We can’t do your bucket list all in one day… I would be dead afterward.”
“I’m willing to try.”
She chuckles, pointing to my erection. “I’m sure you are. Give me a minute. I promise I won’t leave you hanging.”
I watch her fine ass slowly glide to the edge of the bed and stand up. Lord help me. All thoughts of right and wrong flee from my mind at the first sight of her without clothing on. Heaven be damned. If I’m going to hell, at least I’d enjoy some sweet cotton candy first. Then the devil himself could gladly pack up my ass and deliver me there. Spiritual morals be damned.
“Switch me spots, Brooks. Lay down, dick up.”
“Ma’am yes, ma’am.” I fake salute her because the truth is I’d do anything to get those red