Roseanne.
My eyes roll back in my head, and I see stars. Bright and shiny, almost blinding. I've heard good sex compares to an out-of-body experience, and I never quite understood that sentiment.
But with Lisa Manoban's face between my legs, I do.
Both her muscled arms loop around my legs, and one hand splays across my stomach, holding me down. The other is wrapped tight around my thigh, and her fingers dig in so hard that I feel like she might leave bruises right next to the ones from the saddle pinching me a few days earlier.
Her tongue.
Her. Tongue.
Her goddamn tongue.
She's licking me, almost the way she did at the whipped cream on my breasts, reverently, but with just enough pressure. Just enough suction. Just the right amount of teeth. She slides her tongue right into me, and when I try to squirm, her calloused hand pushes me harder into the too-soft mattress beneath my back. her tongue is rough against my pussy. Increasing my pleasure tenfold. Partly because of the actual sensation, and partly because, well, because it's Lisa.
Lisa Manoban. My teenaged crush. Lisa Manoban. Sex symbol. Lisa Manoban.
Ladies' woman.
Or is she? I'm thinking that's an outdated perception that she hasn't been able to shake.
She said she's been obsessed with me. That was almost as shocking as how good it feels to have her mouth between my legs. I thought Lisa hated me but tolerated me. But based on the things she's said, it seems I have been wrong. Very, very, wrong.
"Lisa!" I cry out, one hand still working at my nipple while my other shoots down to her head. I'm alternating between feeling self-conscious and not giving a fuck because it's just so damn good.
She pulls back, pausing, "Tell me what you want, Roseanne."
She's killing me with all this talking. Having to say things out loud is firmly outside my comfort zone. For a woman who's never been huge on chatting, she sure has a lot to say once my clothes come off.
I push up onto my elbows and look down at her, her eyes still fixed on my pussy. "I want you to stop making me say things out loud." I half laugh.
Her eyes flit up to mine and she grins, the most carnal grin, before she licks her lips and winks at me. "What can I say? I like your pink cheeks and watching you squirm."
I blush harder.
She gently unhooks my legs and stands, towering over my exposed body. Making me feel remarkably vulnerable. She drops her ruined sports bra on the floor and quirks a brow at me. "Did I tell you to stop?"
"stop what?"
"Touching yourself. Keep going."
I swallow, wondering how I'm reacting to her this strongly. It's consuming, and I don't even consider saying no. Instead, I fall back onto the bed and slide one hand up my stomach before gripping my breast.
I do the same with the opposite, but when my knees tilt inward, her calloused palm gives one leg a little push open. "I'm not done with that," she growls as she shucks off her pants, turning briefly to pull something out of her bag, giving me a glorious view of her ass.
Round and muscled, and so goddamn grabbable.
When she comes back, she's holding a foil condom package. her cock is huge and hard and it's pointing straight at me. "You still want this, Roseanne?"
Se sounds almost uncertain now, like she's concerned I might turn her away.
"Yes," I breathe, wanting to give her more. "I want you inside me."
The locks of her hair have flopped over her face. She looks messy and delicious, and I think even a little bit self-conscious. I wonder what she wants me to say? What she's trying to urge out of me?
I thought it was all dirty talk, but the way she's watching me now as she rolls a condom over her steely length has me wondering if it's something else.
