His mouth lapped up my wet heat and “Oh God,” rushed out along with the mental focus I had left. I trembled under his exploring tongue as his moans sent more pleasure vibrating through me.
“Arjen that feels….Oh fuck!” He flicked my clit with a delicate stroke before he took it between his lips, the sweet pressure had my thighs trembling, and he was just getting started.
When he pulled back, I reached for him, but the crazed look in his eyes stopped me and we stared at each other for a paused moment. His tongue slid across his lips, before he bit into them, his hungry gaze enough to keep my buzz alive.
“I need you to stand up. You taste too damn good to let anything go to waste.”
With his help, I stood my ass up on the dining room table like I was standing on the floor, heels digging into and scratching up the hard glossy surface.
He positioned me in the center and made sure my legs were spread at least shoulder width apart. I stood there pussy leaking, body hot, and willing to do whatever hell he had in mind.
He turned his back to me and laid on his back atop the table before sliding his body between my spread legs where he had a heavenly view of my pussy.
“There she is. My lovely pussy. Bring her to me baby. Slowly, because I want to see my precious little flower opening for me.”
Arjen was a damn super freak, and I liked every damn minute of it. I lowered my pussy down to his face, slow, like he asked and I was so turned on my damn legs wouldn’t stop shaking. As soon as his breath blew against my pussy lips, my damn knees went weak and caused my legs to shake harder.
“Hold that position,” he said, his breath feeling like an easy touch on my dripping pussy. I hovered a feet above him, my pussy aimed over his waiting mouth.
“I want to see and feel your juices dripping on my tongue,” he said, his voice so heavy with lust, the base in it slid across my skin.
My damn legs almost gave out because his hot request had spurts of my hot juices leaking faster onto his waiting tongue. Thankfully, he reached up and steadied me.
“Shit,” I mouthed when a quick glance down showed my dripping juices falling on his waiting tongue. Once he’d had enough, he gripped my hips tighter and drew me closer to his mouth.
Our lips met, his horizontal, mine vertical and he plied my juicy lips apart, pulling and sucking them between his own. His tongue, his damn blessed tongue, lapped up every drop I leaked. He brushed it across every nerve ending, making me gasp and choke on my loud moans.
I forgot all about being on the dining room table. We probably looked like two depraved animals, but we didn’t give a shit.
“Ar…jen.” I hissed out his name, breaking it up as his tongue took possession of me, controlling my whole body. He could have ordered me to do anything at this moment, and I would have listened. He licked everything, his tongue exploring far and wide, licking the star of my ass to the top of my pussy and everything in between.
When he yanked me down by the hips and helped me ride his face, my ass caught the Holy Ghost because I was speaking the language. My hands were planted on his chest for leverage while I rode his face like I was riding a dick. He twirled his tongue around my clit before pulling it between his lips, which had my juices flowing so fast and hot the sensation had me choking on each harsh breath.
The moment he sank his tongue deep inside and stroked my clit at the same time, I was done. I came on impact, yelling a bunch of mumbo-jumbo about him tongue-fucking me while throwing his name into the mix.
I couldn’t even recall how he had crawled from under me because my ass had collapsed into a heap of shakes and shivers, and I was laying on my side atop the table. He moved me around and lifted until I was positioned on my shaky elbows and brought me back with a series of gentle strokes along my chest and stomach.
I eased up further, my spent body managing to work with me this time. My eyes were on his, but something else