for clean living and a charitable heart.”
“Is that what this is?”
“Close enough, don’t you think?”
“Close enough for my purposes, that’s for sure.”
“Now be quiet, dear, and let me enjoy what I’ve uncovered here.”
Longarm resolved himself to silence.
Lucy lifted his hips and tugged his trousers out from under him, then spread his shirt and rolled him from side to side so she could get that off him too.
Once he was naked she clapped her hands with delight and chortled softly, a low and furry sound that was damn-all close to being the same sort of noise a cat makes when it goes to purring.
“Oh, my,” she repeated. “Oh, this is lovely.” Standing beside the table, she ran her hands over his chest, then bent and began to lick his nipples, both of which had become extremely sensitive to her touch.
Her tongue rambled slowly south, ranging down across his stomach and into his navel, then down again across his belly and into the mat of dark, curling hairs that lay at the base of his now pulsing shaft.
Lucy pulled back for a moment to admire the hard, glistening spear that was his manhood. She smiled and said, “Marvelous. I love it when they bump and bounce like that, all strong and hard and ready.”
“Any time you want …”
“Hush now. We don’t want to rush this, do we?”
“Uh, no, I reckon we don’t at that.”
“I’m so glad you agree with me, dear.”
Longarm grinned. And mustered up a bit more patience. The girl seemed to be enjoying herself. It simply wouldn’t be gentlemanly to take any of that away from her, would it?
“Lovely,” she murmured. “Simply lovely.” She leaned close over him so that he could feel her warm breath on the head of his cock. So close he was sure he could feel the warmth of her body reaching him. Yet without touching him. Quite. His pecker was so hard and ready now that it was bumping up and down with each and every heartbeat. If she didn’t pretty damn soon …
The tip of her tongue flicked out. And again. Touching him lightly, ever so lightly. And each time that wet heat touched him his cock bounced up and away in unstoppable reaction. Lucy teased him over and over again, and laughed with the sheer pleasure of being the cause of his exquisite torment.
Just when Longarm decided he wasn’t real sure he could take any more of that without grabbing the damn girl by the back of her head and ramming himself straight down her throat, she changed tactics. This time she moved to the other side of his pecker and commenced lightly running her lips and tongue up and down the length of his shaft.
Longarm groaned a little and arched his pelvis upward in search of more. Lucy giggled a little. And began to suck on his balls.
He cupped one breast in his hand and squeezed on it. “Harder,” she whispered. He squeezed harder. “No, dear. Really hard. I mean it. As hard as you can manage.”
It wasn’t in him to do that, quite, but he did bear down plenty hard. Lucy shuddered, and he felt a ripple of—something—pain and pleasure alike, he thought, rush through her body.
With a moan she quit mouthing his scrotum and finally took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking and pulling on him with her lips while her hands cupped his balls and encircled the base of his prick.
“Squeeze me again, dear. Harder. You won’t hurt me, I promise. As hard as you can.”
He bore down even harder on the flesh of her tit, and she groaned while she continued to suck and gobble. He squeezed again and, shifting position so that she was poised above him, Lucy pushed her face down over him.
There was a moment of resistance as the head of his cock encountered the tight ring of cartilage at the entrance to her throat. Then she pushed through and beyond that point so that his shaft extended all the way inside her.
He could feel her chin pushing hard into his belly, and could feel the tip of her nose burrowing gently against his balls. All in all the sensation was hellacious fine.
Gasping and panting for air, Lucy began to screw him with her throat, her lips a hot ring of flesh that was tight, tight around his cock and both her hands still busy teasing and stroking and tantalizing his balls.
She pulled away just far enough and just long enough to tell him, “It’s all right, dear. You don’t have to hold back. Go ahead and come in my mouth whenever you’re ready. We’ll get to the rest of it later.”
That was sure as hell all the permission he needed. He’d been having trouble keeping himself from spewing his hot juice into her mouth since very shortly after she’d started in on him. Now he stroked and caressed the back of her head and neck while she pushed herself fully onto him once more.
She took his hand and put it over her tit, squeezing his fingers as a reminder of what she wanted, and he bore down on her soft, pale flesh again, this time forgetting himself in the rush of pleasure she was giving him so that he damn near tore her breast clean off her chest.
He felt that swelling, demanding, insistent rush as the fluids boiled over beyond his ability to control, and his fist clamped with vise-like force on Lucy’s breast while his juices gushed and jetted down her throat.
Lucy quivered and cried out in a climax of her own, the sounds of her squeal muffled by Longarm’s pole, as the pleasure/pain in her tit sent her tumbling over the same precipice she’d just taken Longarm over.
Gasping then and sweating, she slowly withdrew, allowing his softening shaft to slip out of her throat and past her warm lips into the seemingly chill air of the very private little room.
