I plant gentle butterfly kisses down his chest and stomach, then, emboldened, I gently kiss his engorged head. He moans at that, and I smile a wicked smile to myself. I lick around him, then take him into my mouth.
"Oh God, Emily," he whispers. I slowly work as much as I can of him into me, feeling his p***s throbbing in time with his racing heartbeat. I place my hands on his hips, holding him, as I stroke him gently in and out of my mouth, my tongue teasing along the line along the underside of his rock-hard shaft. Soon, he reaches down to stop me. I look up at him, puzzled.
"I don't want to finish yet" he says, and I release him, smiling.
"That highly strung?" I ask teasingly.
"No, you're just that good," he returns, deadpan, and I blush. He pulls me up, leans down, and kisses me har
