Page 90 of Tony

I sit up and swing one leg over the side, then pull his jeans and briefs down until his cock springs out. I take it in my palm, wrapping my hand around it, my eyes locked on his until he closes them and his whole body relaxes. I kiss the tip of his cock and chills explode on his body. I open my mouth, ease my head down over his cock, and seal my lips against his shaft.

He grips my hair and lifts his hips up slightly. I bob down, flattening my tongue against his shaft and pressing my lips tight as I lift back up.

“Jesus, Belinda,” Vann moans.

I do it again. Then again. And again. Each time going a little bit faster, taking him a little bit deeper in my throat. All the while I keep my eyes locked on his face, just staring at his perfect manly beauty.

He opens them suddenly, but his lids are heavy with desire, his mouth pressed into a flat line of concentration as he watches me.

That turns me on. And I let one hand slip between my legs so I can play with myself.

“Ah, no,” he whispers in a husky, throaty voice. “That won’t do.”

His leg comes up, hooking around my hip, and the next thing I know his cock has slipped out of my mouth and I’m on my back.

I squeal and begin scooting up the bed. He places his body over mine, grabbing my knees and spreading them wide open just as I hit the backboard. He grabs my thighs, pulls me towards him so I’m nearly flat again, and then he reaches for my hand and places my fingertips over my pussy.

“If you’re gonna do that,” he says, “I’m gonna watch properly.”

I begin massaging my clit. And for a moment his eyes linger on mine. But only a moment. He glances down, watching as I play with myself. I feel a little blush of embarrassment. I have never done something like this with a man before. At least not with the lights on and not with a partner paying such close attention.

So. Yeah. It’s a little weird. But I don’t care. The tingle that started a few minutes ago is now a full-on throbbing.

And then his thumbs part the lips of my pussy and I suck in a breath of air filled with anticipation as he lowers his mouth and begins licking me, flicking the tip of his tongue around my fingers, but never directly coming into contact with my clit.

“Don’t tease me,” I beg.

“It’s not a tease. It’s a promise,” he whispers, his lips so close to that sweetest of spots, his words just low enough to vibrate the sensitive skin of my folds.

And then he brushes my hand away and his mouth covers my pussy, his tongue frantically flicking and licking. My hips buck and my back arches from the sudden explosion of pleasure that pulses through my body.

I want to come. Like… immediately. But then again, I never want this to stop. I want to linger in the bliss of being just a moment or two away from a full climactic release.

And just when I decide that I can’t take it anymore—I can’t possibly hold off the explosion that’s coming—he pulls back.

“Noooooo,” I moan softly.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers back, now kissing the inside of my thighs. “You’re gonna come tonight, Belinda. At least twice. But I want to do too many things to you to let that happen yet.”

He slips one arm underneath me and repositions himself between my legs so his head is resting on my inner thigh. His breath tickles along my skin and then he slides his hand up to my breasts. He pulls my bra down, exposing my nipple to the air, making it hard and erect.

“Play with that,” he says, then lightly flits his fingertips down my stomach until he gets to the curve of my mound. I open my legs a little wider and bite my lip with agonizing anticipation.

He fingers my clit and I gasp when he slowly pushes his fingers deep inside me. I hold my breath as he eases them in and out. My body begins to uncontrollably squirm and then I wriggle backwards, because I’m going to lose it if he keeps going.

Vann doesn’t relent. He begins pumping me harder. Faster. Slicking up the inside of my pussy until I can feel the wetness spilling out and running down towards my asshole.

I try. I really try to hold it together. Because I want to make this moment last. I want to feel this way forever and hold it in my memory. But just as I think I might have all my primal urges under control, his mouth lowers down to my clit and his tongue swirls around and around as the pleasure inside me grows. Rising with each passing moment.

And then I’m there. At the cusp of something truly and spectacularly erotic.

“Now,” he whispers, his words once again vibrating against my folds.

There is no fight left in me. I am weak with my desire and I want nothing more than to obey his soft command.

I come all over his fingers as he presses his whole mouth over my pussy and flicks his tongue against my clit.

My back arches off the mattress and my lips part as a long, low moan escapes.