Page 79 of Touch Me

“Yes, that’s it.” My words were barely a whisper. I’d slipped into a world where it was just my body and his tongue, licking and sucking, and it took me a moment to notice he was playing with my other breast too.

Jay was a fast learner.

“That’s good. Feels great.” I remembered my role as a teacher.

A moan tumbled from his throat, and when he pulled back, I gazed into his dilated pupils. The sight of his rapture sent shudders through me. Jay had matured five years in the space of five minutes.

“Do you like how I taste?”

“I love it.” His voice was deep and husky, aging him even more.

I rolled off him. “Come sit at the edge of the bed.” He sat and planted his feet on the ground, and I maneuvered off the bed, and stood between his legs.

I reached for his hands and guided them to my hips. “Curl your hands up and down my waist like this.” I showed him what to do. “This makes me feel loved. No, not loved, I guess, but cared for. That way, your woman will know you’re not just using her to get your rocks off. Even if you are.”

He nodded, taking in the lesson like a good boy.

“From here, you can hook your thumbs into my knickers and glide them down.” He did.

“Slowly,” I added before he yanked them off in a flash.

“While you’re there, you can smell me if you want. Trust me, it’ll drive the girls wild.”

With my panties paused at my knees, he leaned forward, touched his nose to my pubic bone, and inhaled nice and deep as if enjoying the aroma of an expensive wine. The air around me clouded with erotic energy.

I was in complete control. Jay was my puppet, and I could make him do whatever I wanted. Yet at the same time, I felt this unprecedented desire to teach him how to please a woman properly.

Once he had my lingerie at my ankles, I kicked them aside. “Move back a little.” Jay eased back on the bed, and I spread my legs. “Now watch what I do, and if you want, you can have a turn. Okay?”

He nodded and ran his tongue over his cherubic lips.

I drew my finger along his lips, and when they parted, I pushed my finger into his mouth. “Suck.”

He rolled his wet tongue around my finger. Then, he curled his lips around my finger as I slid it out of his mouth. With his eyes following my hand, I spread my legs further apart and glided my finger over my wet pussy lips.

Jay’s eyes were wide, his breathing erratic, and his rock-hard cock was threatening to burst from his jocks.

It was nearly impossible to watch him as I rolled my finger over myself. The pleasure of my finger gliding into my hot folds and then circling my delicate clit while I watched him watch me made my body throb with greed.

Every flick of my finger thrummed a new vibration through my body that started deep within my loins and ended at my rock-hard nipples.

I glided my finger beneath his nose, allowing him to experience my scent, and he licked my juices. His unbridled reaction shot excitement through me, and I shoved two fingers into my pussy and drove them in and out.

Hard. Fast. Over my clit and back in again. Out, over, and in. Out, over, and in.

I bent my knees again, allowing deeper penetration, thrusting harder and harder.

I was close, so very, very close to the edge of no return.

He groaned, and my eyes shot open.

His hand was in his underpants, but he was running his palm down the long bulge as if forcing his cock to calm down. He was close, too. But I wasn’t ready to end it yet.

It took all my resolve to stop.

“Your turn. Quick, stand here.” I indicated to my right-hand side, and he did. “Put your left hand around my waist.” Then I grabbed his right hand and guided him down between my legs. His two fingers found my hole and filled me as they slid inside. I shuddered as he glided over my aching clit and touched something deep inside me.

His other hand dug into the flesh at my waist as he rubbed and probed my throbbing pussy.