it a few flicks that had her breath shuddering, I repeated the process with the other one. Her fingers clung to my hair as the rest of her body trembled. After leaving both nipples thoroughly puckered, I eased back, satisfied at the job done.
Oh, but Lexi wasn’t done yet.
If anything, I think I’d just challenged her to go a step further.
As if she hadn’t pushed her luck enough, the vixen then licked every bit of chocolate from my fingers. When she lightly sucked one into her mouth, I felt an overflow of pre-cum leak out the top of my cock.
I couldn’t hold out forever.
She either had to get the hell out of this room in the next two seconds.
Or I was going to mount her to the nearest wall.
“You’re right,” she purred, licking those finger-sucking lips of hers. “The chocolate does bring out some interesting flavors in the whiskey. My taste buds are buzzing. But you know what I hear really drives them insane?”
I had to consciously force oxygen into my lungs. “What?”
“Whiskey,”—she set the glass down on the table—“then chocolate,”—she glanced down at the bulge in my pants—“then cock.”
The woman was devious.
Did she know how alluring she was? Did she realize how ravenous she looked as she stared at my lap? The eroticism of the moment demolished any willpower I had left inside me to stop it. The promise of an orgasm by her mouth, in her mouth.
It was all too much to resist.
So why not succumb?
“Is that what they say, legs?” She nodded. “Well, the only way to know for sure is to test it out.”
Without hesitation, her fingers deftly slid my belt through the loops. The clinking sounds of tinny metal accompanied violin strings. My zipper was lowered, along with my briefs. When my stiff length sprang forth and pointed up at the ceiling, Lexi gasped. Her hands let go as if she’d been bitten.
I may not have had eleven inches on me, but I had girth.
More than once over the course of my adulthood, I’d had women struggle to fit me inside them. And feeling how tight Lexi was, I knew she’d have to be dripping wet before I could get balls-deep. Even then, she’d still probably have to do some serious wriggling before I could start moving. Beautiful.
“Too much for you?”
Still staring at it, she shook her head. “No. I’m just imagining all the things you could do with that.”
Shit, she had no idea.
“Swallow the tip to the back of your throat, and I’ll give you a preview right now.”
She lowered herself to her knees, treating me to one of the most glorious sights I’d ever seen. Lexi in lingerie, staring at my cock from her knees. When she wrapped her fingers around the base, I nearly came right then. Before I could ever feel the majesty of her mouth. She looked at it almost quizzically, as if pondering the physical mechanics of how she was going to make it fit. I was fully prepared—and kind of eager—to give her proper instruction, if necessary.
Turned out, she didn’t need any guidance.
She took it into her mouth, shocking the hell out of me when she bottomed out on the second attempt. That was Lexi, though. Always had to prove a point when challenged.
Spine of steel…and mouth like a fallen angel.
My head fell back on the chair with a thunk. “Oh, fuck. No shallow waters, huh? Just dive straight into the deep end?”
She pulled off with a bawdy slurp long enough to say, “If I know how to swim, why would I ever want to stay in the shallows?”
Then she got right back to work.
Her words held ironic similarities with my entire philosophy on life.
In the grand scheme of things, the shallow end was only there to warm you up and prepare you for the deep. The shallows held no surprises, only safety and security. Deep waters were literally where all the unknowns in life resided. Which might scare the shit out of a lot of people, but the unknowns were all I’d really known for the past ten years. I loved the rush that came with not seeing what’s beneath you. When you didn’t know what was at the bottom, or if there even was a bottom. When you jumped in and knew you’d keep sinking, keep drifting, without anything stopping you.
Possibilities are infinite when limits are absent.
Although, the older I was getting, the more limits I was encountering. It made me wonder if living in the