Stroking While She Gets a Mustache Ride

The second we're through the door we're all over each other. Kissing, licking, our hands fondling and groping as if the other person is a drink of water and we've both crossed a desert. In a way, that was true for me--it had been a while.

I unbuttoned her shirt as quickly as I could, while we kissed each other eagerly, stopping only to look down at her breasts that needed desperately in my view to be released from their black lacy prison. I reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She cocked an eyebrow and smirked as if impressed by my speed and ease, and I noted the compliment while I slid the straps over her shoulders. With her breasts exposed, I gave her one last soft nip on the neck with my lips as I bent down and took as much of her left nipple and surrounding flesh into my mouth, sucking lightly and swirling my tongue around her areola, then flicking my tongue lightly across her nipple. I felt myself completely aroused, straining hard against my pants.

We both moved onto undoing each other's pants, violently tugging at belts, pulling zippers open with purpose. We slipped each other's pants down over our hips, then stopped to pull our own pants and socks off.

With our clothes a heap on the floor, I laid down on the bed. I grinned widely with anticipation as she followed me onto the bed, straddling me at the torso and leaning forward to put both hands on the headboard. She inched herself up and there was a moment of awkward giggling as we shuffled arms and legs until she was sitting directly over my face, her beautiful labia an inch away from my nose.

She had, after all, agreed to a no-strings mustache ride.

I pushed my head upward, toward her, taking in her scent with a deep breath before kissing her labia, softly. First contact of mouth to her soft, short hair brought a "Mmmphf" from her mouth and a near painfully hard throb in my erection. As I reached my head again upward, this time leading with my tongue, I slid my hand down my stomach slowly, holding myself lightly mid shaft and slowly rocking my wrist, sliding my hand up and down.

I licked her, lightly, tracing my tongue up and down her opening, playing with the pressure against her folds. She held the headboard tightly and began to move her hips slowly, allowing my to access more of her with my lips and eager tongue.

I stroked myself faster, but then had to slow. This was going to be all about timing, after all, as I didn't want to finish too soon nor have her finish before me.

Alternating between kissing, nipping softly with my lips onto her skin, and slow, light licks, I teased her. She began to grind against my mouth, and looking up I saw that she had taken her left hand off the headboard and was groping her own left breast, squeezing it tightly and kneading it hard. She bit her lower lip and tilted her head back.

And lowered herself slightly more onto my mouth, rotating her hips. My tongue pushed into her farther this time. Then a slid my tongue to the top of her opening, wrapping my lips softly around her clit as I flicked my tongue lightly across it.

She moaned. I sped my hand up, working it up and down my hard cock. I was in the best type of agony--my balls feeling swollen and tight--and wanting to explode.

She moved her left leg against my right arm as if she wanted to feel what I was doing. The idea that she tasted and smelled so wonderful to me that I couldn't help but touch myself seemed to turn her on even more. She rocked her hips faster and moaned again, moving her hand that had been occupied with pulling on her own nipple to holding the top of my head, burying her fingers in my hair.

She rocked faster. I stroked myself harder and faster, hoping we could climax at the same time.

We did.

She went faster and faster, gasping, then let out a guttural moan. With my free hand, I tightly grabbed one of her ass checks and dug my fingers in. I could feel her spasm with my tongue and mouth. Her taste suddenly became very wet. At this, I released--spraying warm cum all over my stomach. The affect of edging made it seem like I was never going to stop.

We sat there for a bit. She let out a deep, heavy sigh. Then slowly, gently, she pushed herself up off of me.