I Guess I did Need a Vacation After All - Sex Stories

I Guess I did Need a Vacation After All

... smooth, and topped with beautiful, responsive nipples. I got lost for a moment sucking and nibbling on them, and I imagine she would have been happy if I had stayed there, but the alluring aroma coming from between her legs reminded me of what I had brought her in here to do.

When I first touched her smooth, wet lower lips with my fingertips, she let out a loud gasp. Immediately, she bucked her pelvis at me, seeking to bury my fingers inside her. I obliged her, sliding my middle finger into her slippery, tight pussy while stroking my thumb across her clit. Marianne seemed to be trying to say something to me, but all that came from her mouth were gasps, moans, and a few disjointed syllables. I think she was enjoying herself.

A second finger inside her made her cum. Hard.

I realized that my hand and the insides of her thighs were now slick with fluid. Had she squirted, or was she just very, very wet? Could I make her squirt? How cool would that be?

I had to try.

I moved down in the bed so I was between her legs. Slowly, I kissed my way up her thighs, taking a few licks and nibbles from one leg and then the other. The closer my mouth got to Marianne's pussy, the more her hips moved. I realized I might actually have to hold her down if I expected to taste her sweet nectar from the source.

“Hold still, baby. I want to lick you now.”

“I can't!” she moaned.

“You have to. I'll help.” I grabbed her pelvis with both hands, my thumbs on her hips and my ...

... fingers pointing toward her navel. I rested my weight on my upper arms across her thighs, effectively pinning her to the bed. Good. Now I could feast.

I never tasted a woman quite like Marianne. The best de***********ion I can give of her flavor is a mixture of lemon and honey, with a hint of musk. That doesn't do it justice, but it's the best I can do. Suffice it to say, it was heavenly. The flavor of her alone was almost enough to make me cum.

I licked her with just the point of my tongue, starting on her perineum, teasing my way up the tight cleft between her swollen labia, and finishing with a flick of her clit.

“Oh, God, Kevin!” she gasped.

“Shhhh! Lie back and enjoy,” I murmured, as I began another pass. Each time I licked her, I started near her crinkled pink star and moved my tongue as slowly as I could, a little more firmly each time. It was on about the tenth pass when she came again, squealing and convulsing.

This time, I didn't give her a chance to recover. I moved my hands so I could pull her labia apart with my fingers, hardened my tongue, and began to vigorously tongue-fuck her. After every couple of thrusts, I licked her pleasure button. When she came this time, she forced her pelvis up from the bed, lifting much of my upper body with it. The sounds she made were animalistic, and seemed to come from deep inside her.

I eased two fingers inside her drenched, tight tunnel and curled them to look for her g-spot. Yes! There it was! Even if I hadn't ...