Self Service

Beam Me Up

"Oh! Oooh... Mmm..."

Priscilla arched her back, digging her nails into the sheets, taking them tight in her grip. Every flick of Scott's tongue was bringing her closer and closer to her nirvana.

As her legs began to shake, she released the sheets, biting her lip, rubbing Scott's head, encouraging him to continue.

Magic. That was what she referred to him as. Every time they found themselves in one of their beds, he never disappointed. She was always glad to have spared herself the disappointments high school boys were sure to be and the sleaziness most of the college boys she knew were.

Here, between her legs, she had a fully grown man who knew what he was doing. And damn if it wasn't just life.

Priscilla lost time and control of her body, giving herself freely to Scott. It was the only time that she could feel comfortable with not having any control. Even she realized that sex was a primal act and required less thought and more action. Scott made her comfortable enough to surrender herself freely to him from the very first time.

Her breathing harsh and labored, Priscilla gave into the climax, rejoicing in every ounce of fluid leaving her satisfied body. She allowed herself a moment to relax and enjoy the hum, feeling Scott resting his head on her thigh.

Still wet and sticky between the legs, Priscilla took Scott's hand, her silent way of asking him to lie back so she could return the favor.

After five years of going at it this way, the two no longer needed words. It was easy to pick up on their cues. Something they both enjoyed. Priscilla didn't like a lot of talking during sex. She had told Scott that a long time ago. Even just giving directions or asking favors threw things off, and they had learned each other's body language.

Priscilla looked up at Scott as she slowly massaged his shaft. It only made her want to please him more, seeing that look of lust in his eyes. Being desired by him was different than all the men who'd wanted her before. Only because he was the only man she had found fit her standards. And boy were they high.

Lowering her head, she took his tip into her mouth, flicking her tongue across his sensitive flesh. Concentrating on the sound of his pleasure, she slowly took her hand away, taking him deeper into her mouth, holding onto his muscled thighs. He watched her, pulling the hair away from her face to watch her. She liked being desired by Scott.

He watched her eyes as she used them to flirt with him. Whenever Priscilla was having sex, she was like a completely different woman. She was free. She enjoyed what it was that she was doing.

She was good at what she did. Priscilla was the type of person who wanted to do something right or not at all. If she didn't know what she was doing, she asked for instruction. Giving head was no different. It was something she had decided to do on her own. Because she didn't want Scott to have sex with anyone else, she wanted to sate his sexual appetite. Not out of love, but because she wanted to make sure he didn't resent their monogamous agreement and seek something elsewhere.

The first time, she had asked him if she could. He was looking at her strangely because she'd actually asked permission, but he told her of course, if she wanted to. She asked for instruction, and he guided her through it.

Priscilla was surprised to learn how much she actually enjoyed giving Scott blow jobs. There was something about making him lose his own cool and control like that that she enjoyed. This was the only time she was really in control during sex. And she enjoyed looking up at Scott, watching him watching her, the pleased look on his face before he tilted his head back and moaned.

Right when he was cumming, the doorbell rang. Priscilla had no problem with ignoring it, and Scott lied there to let her finish, until there was alternating banging and ringing and a familiar voice. He couldn't ignore it as well as Priscilla was seeming to.