[F] I let him try kissing my pussy… [2]

I ran my fingers through his hair again, gentler this time, his lips already a little swollen, glistening with the wetness between my legs. "Honestly, Steve." I breathed. "You're a natural."

"Thank you."

"Could you…" I looked down at my dripping pussy, suddenly bashful. "Do you think you could carry on?"

Steve grinned. "You really like it?" he said, looking up at me from between my thick thighs, my smooth pussy lips just inches from his face. "Like, you really liked it?"

He leant in and gently kissed my clit. I felt my pussy clench and my body shivered. He pulled away and grinned at me.

"What?" I asked. "Why did you stop again?"

"I guess…" He leaned in and gently kissed it again. "I always wondered…" Another kiss. "...what tour tits looked like."

"Steve!"

"What? They always look so big and juicy and round and full. Those little teasing outfits you wear. Your nipples always half-hard. I mean…you want me to carry on, don't you?"

"Yeah, but–"

My words were cut short by Steve pressing his tongue firmly between my lips and dragging it slowly across the opening of my pussy and my clit, lapping up the wetness and making my hips roll against his mouth. The orgasm was already building in me. The wrong-ness of having my friend's head between my legs making every sensation amplified. He placed his hand on my hip and pushed me back down, pulling his tongue away at the same time, leaving me bereft of it.

"So…" he said, looking up at me again, licking my juices from his lips. "What do you think?"

I shivered. He was manipulating me.

And I kind of loved it.

I looked down at my outfit; my top was already half-rumpled from how I'd been lounging, one strap slipped off my shoulder. I hesitated.

"So…" I started, a little breathless. "If I take my top off you'll carry on?"

"Well…" He turned his head to the side. "Maybe you should take everything off…"

"Hey!" I protested. "You altered the deal!"

He grinned. "Pray that I don't alter it further…"

"Fucking nerd," I grinned.

I sat up, enjoying the way his eyes widened slightly as he realized I was actually gonna do it. Maintaining eye-contact with him. I peeled the top over my head slowly, dragging it up to let my tits bounce free. No bra, of course. I'd known we were meeting up, and he was right–my outfits were always designed to tease.

His eyes went wide again, like he couldn't quite believe I was actually doing this. I watched him watching me, my nipples already stiff from the anticipation. I gave them a little squeeze.

"Fuck," he whispered. "They're even bigger than I thought."

I nodded, reaching for the waistband of my skirt.

He caught my hand. "Wait."

"What?"

"I want to do it."

"Go on, then," I said, settling back. "Be gentle."

His fingers found the hem and tugged. I lifted my hips, and he slid the skirt down, peeling it off over my ankles, leaving me completely naked in front of him.

That did something to him. His expression shifted. His hands tightened on my thighs, and he dove in again, more confidently this time. His tongue slid over me with more pressure, more purpose, and when he found my clit again, I gasped.

"Yes. There." I spread my legs a little wider. "Don't stop that. Just like that."

His mouth worked me carefully, tongue flicking and circling, then flattening out in long, slow licks that made my toes curl. I let myself sink into it, moaning as his tongue lapped at me. I grabbed one of the couch cushions and stuffed it behind my head so I could watch him. God, he looked good like that, his hands gripping my thighs, his face buried in my pussy, totally lost in it.

"Fuck," I murmured, letting my hips roll. "You're really getting into this."

He pulled back just long enough to say, "I think I'm addicted already," before licking a long, slow line back up to my clit.

"Oh my god," I gasped. "Say that again."

He looked up, eyes sparkling. "I said I'm addicted."

I tightened my thighs around his head and rocked my hips up into his mouth. "Good," I said. "Then keep licking, addict."

He groaned into me, like the praise turned him on even more, and he dove in harder. Sloppier. His tongue found a rhythm that made my legs start to tremble. I could feel myself getting close, the pressure building fast and hot behind my pelvis, and I clenched my hands in his hair.

"You're going to make me cum," I warned, breathless. "Right into your fucking mouth…"

His hands shifted under my ass, lifting me slightly, giving him a better angle, and suddenly he was sucking on my clit just right, tongue flicking with this perfect, desperate pressure, and my whole body jerked.

"Fuck, Steve!" I cried, hips bucking up into his face as the orgasm hit. My vision went white. My thighs locked around his head. I could feel myself pulsing against his mouth. He didn't pull away. He kept going, licking through it, like he was obsessed with wringing every last drop out of me.

By the time I finally sagged back into the couch, panting and dazed, he was still between my legs, eyes wide and a little wild, mouth wet. I let my legs slowly fall back down. I was still tingling. "You did good, Steve. Really good."

"Can I…do it again?"

"What?" I raised an eyebrow. "I just came…"

He grinned sheepishly. "I think I'm still hungry."

I laughed and pushed him gently back down. "Well," I said, settling into the cushions again, spreading my legs slowly. "Then you better keep eating…"