Wicked Part 1

Steve - My Sexy Lover

She remembered when he had first put his cock in her mouth. She’d watched him as she did it, as if looking for direction and instruction. She remembered how there had been a salty tang on her tongue. Mostly, she remembered the look on his face. His eyes had half closed as her lips closed around his girth and he’d exhaled loudly. It was sexy, encouraging. As she dipped her head up and down, she found herself getting more and more turned on by his response to her. The way his dick had quivered in her mouth. The way he had whispered, “Oh God, oh God,” over and over as he neared climax—eventually saying her name and moving his hand to the back of her head as his manhood jerked upwards and pumped spunk onto her tongue. She had been determined to swallow it all up—she’d decided she’d wanted to do it properly, the way all her guy friends went on about. Then she’d found that, as he spurted, she’d not wanted to waste a drop of him anyway. She loved his taste. Loved that she had caused him to come so quickly. She had lapped at his dick afterwards, delighting at the way he groaned with post orgasmic pleasure. Grace still loved sucking Steve’s cock and, from what he’d told her, she’d practised her way into being a master of it. But she had to own up and admit that the best part of it all was the reciprocation. When Steve had put his head between her legs for the first time and tentatively licked her clit she had jumped back. It was almost as though the pleasure in it was too intense. He had persevered however—his inexperienced tongue flicking along her bud in a quick, prodding motion. As she got more and more aroused, she’d had to ask him to stop moving his tongue away so quickly. When the hot, wet pressure was on her, she began to see stars, and having him moving his tongue on and off wasn’t enhancing her experience. She wanted it slow—more pressure, more contact. Steve took the instruction well and spent much more time with his tongue pressed against her bud. It felt thrilling and liberating to have him kiss her pussy and, once she’d orgasmed, he had snaked his body upwards to her and put his cock inside of her. He began to pump but her body was telling her exactly what she needed and she stopped his forceful in and out movements by pulling him down, hooking her legs across his back and therefore forcing him to use more of an upwards, grinding motion. With his dick in her pussy and his pelvic bone rubbing along her bud she had come in a matter of seconds. They’d snatched another opportunity several days later when Steve’s parents had gone out shopping. When he’d parted her legs to go down on her again, she wondered if he’s been reading up on it. Instead of just circling his tongue over her clit, he sucked and licked—taking much more time and seeming a lot more confident. She had raised her hips up to him as her stomach muscles tightened with building desire. He sucked on her button, much like she had with his cock, and she could feel it harden beneath his touch. The tingling in that area started to grow, but she wanted more of him, more touching. Her breathing became quick and heavy and she scrabbled around for his wrist and drew it up to her entrance, hoping that he’d get the message. He did. With delicate strokes, his fingers traced light patterns on her inner thighs. She was so horny by that point, her skin so sensitive and alive, that it rendered her paralysed for a second. And when his fingertips neared the edges of her outer lips—very close but not quite touching, she had sworn. It was the most heightened, sexy anticipation she’d ever felt. A delicious tease. With tantalising speed, Steve eventually reached her hot, wet and wanton sex and he toyed at the opening for a few seconds before slipping his finger inside of her. With his mouth on her bud, hot and moist, and his finger stimulating her inner sex, she had opened her mouth in a silent scream of pleasure. It felt different this way somehow, a little more naughty, a little more intimate. Between her legs was a white hot ball of growing orgasm, she felt her wetness leak down Steve’s inserted finger, down his wrist. She was wetter and sexier than she’d ever been before, her groin just a mush of quivering, heart-pumping…she exploded. Hard. Grace took a hold of Steve’s hand and shoved his finger deeper inside her as she came, wave after wave, coming so much that she felt it over both of their hands as she held him inside her pussy, moaning and jerking. These days, Steve didn’t need any instructions. Grace’s smile grew wicked—all this reminiscing was making her horny as hell.