Gently, I lower my body down until I feel his nose touch my flesh and his hands grip my thighs. His tongue layers wet strokes upwards and downwards, probing, exploring. He’s building arousal, tickling and teasing all over.
“If you’re good, I’ll touch your cock,” I murmur, “Don’t stop.”
I grind up to his nose, then draw back. His tongue presses against my clit, then his lips close, and he sucks gently. My knees sink into the sheets.
“You washed with the soap I gave you,” he whispers.
“Mmm…yes!”
For once, he’s the one whose face is covered in cum.
