Grace

Erica cleared her throat, blinking her watery eyes. “It’s okay, I’m fine.”

She kissed around the head, soft kisses, little licks, teasing, blowing, rubbing it against her cheeks, her lips, and then, slowly, taking him back into her mouth again. This time he was ready for it, and the low, incredulous groan that her slick mouth and tongue elicited from him was immensely satisfying. Erica settled in, leaning on his thighs and sucking him deeper, taking more and more, until she had him almost all the way to the back of her throat.

“Oh my God!” Clay moaned, his hand moving in her hair, sliding down and finding her breast, nipple prominently hard through her bra, and that just made him moan louder. “Erica! Oh that’s so good. Am I dead? I think I died. I think I’m in heaven. Ohhh my God! What are you doing down there? Jesus Christ!”

Erica lifted her head, smiling. “Nice girls don’t do this either.”

“Did I ever say I liked nice girls?” Clay asked, panting. “I don’t recall I ever said that.”

She took him back into her mouth, working mouth and tongue and hand together, faster now, looking up at his face, the way he licked his lips, feeling his thighs tightening under her arms.

“Oh, Erica, you better stop doing that before… before… oh wait, stop… before I… stop before… oohhhhhh don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

And that was it, just like that. Clay thrust up, clearly no longer concerned about her gag reflex, and bathed her tongue with white hot lava. Erica swallowed the first blast without a second thought, working for the next, feeling it erupt up from the base of him where her hand was tightly wrapped and still stroking, milking him completely.

“Oh wow.” He blinked as she kneeled up and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his collarbone, feeling his body beginning to relax. “That was… wow. Definitely wow.”

She giggled at his reaction, nuzzling his ear. “Now it’s my turn.”

“Absolutely,” Clay agreed. “It is most definitely your turn now… your turn for what?”

Erica situated herself on the seat beside him, putting her feet over his lap, her knees tented over his pelvis, lifting her bottom so she could slide down her panties. Clay watched this development with growing interest, picking up the panties she tossed onto the seat and bringing them to his nose.

“Do you like it?” she asked, smiling at the way he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.

“Yeah,” he croaked, opening his eyes and looking down at her knees in his lap, following the seam of her closed legs to the dark blond triangle between them.

“Ever come home from school, and your mom’s baking something so yummy, like your very favorite thing. Like brownies or chocolate cake?” Erica asked.

He snorted. “My mother doesn’t bake.”

“Okay your nanny then.”

“Sure. Brownies. Love brownies. Good stuff.”

“Have you ever been able to smell it, like, before you even got to your house. You’re walking down your street, and you can smell something… mmmm. So good. And your mouth starts to water. Now you’re thinking about brownies. Warm, yummy, gooey, chocolaty brownies…”

“Now I’m hungry,” Clay said, licking his lips. “Did you ever think about a career in advertising?”

Erica laughed. “Now you’re smelling brownies and thinking about brownies and you can’t wait to get a brownie in your mouth.”

“Uh-huh. Damn, I’m salivating.” Clay wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“And you run up onto your front porch and open the door, and the smell of brownies envelopes you, it’s like your whole house is made of brownies, it smells so good, and you run to the kitchen and there on the kitchen table, there you find it…”

“Please don’t tell me it’s an empty plate.”

“No.” She smiled. “Brownies. All you can eat. A whole pile of them, still warm.”

“Mmmmm.”

“So you go over and pick up a brownie… now what do you do?”

“Oh this is an interactive story?” Clay cleared his throat. “Ummm… I gobble down that brownie in two seconds flat, in fact, I just eat the whole damned batch, gulp, in one glorious sitting.”

“Noooo!” Erica kicked her bare feet on the seat, rolling from side to side in protest. “Wrong answer!”

“Damn. No $64,000? No brownies?”

“You have to take your time,” Erica emphasized. “You’ve been thinking about that brownie, smelling it, looking at it, and now you finally have it in your hand and you want to taste it… but you want to savor it. You want to really, thoroughly enjoy it. So lick a little bit of the frosting. Nibble. Go slow. Savor it.”

“Wait a minute, you aren’t talking about brownies are you.” Clay tickled her knees, making Erica laugh and squirm. “This is a metaphor isn’t it?”

“You’re very quick.”

“My bananas are all in a complete bunch, I tell you.”

“That’s what it’s like,” she said, taking his hand and placing it over her mound. “To put your mouth down here.”

Clay groaned when she parted her swollen lips using his fingers, her hands guiding him.

“See… soft, warm, gooey…” She grinned. “But I have to tell you about the secret spot. When you finally get to that spot, it’s less like savoring that brownie and more like licking a Tootsie Pop. You just lick, lick, lick until you finally get to the middle.”

“I’m confused,” Clay murmured, his fingers starting to move on their own, exploring the pink labyrinth of her sex. “Am I nibbling or chewing? Or licking? Oh wow, it’s so hot in there…”

Erica slipped his fingers inside, moving them in and out. “Like that. Mmm hmm. Good. Now, how coordinated are you? Can you walk and chew gum at the same time.”

“Uh I think so… do I have to try it? And are we switching candy and dessert items here? From brownies to Tootsie Pops to gum… I’m still confused.”

“Feel this?” Erica used his finger to brush over that little sensitive bud of flesh at the top of her cleft. “That’s the spot. That’s the center of the Tootsie Pop. That’s where you stay and lick and lick and ohhhh yes… if that was your tongue… oh God…”

“Okay, to hell with the dress rehearsal,” Clay said. “Let’s do this thing.”

Erica happily opened her legs for his eager mouth, and Clay spent a long time kissing her thighs, her mound, parting her with his fingers first, then his tongue, teasing, nudging that spot with his nose, his tongue delving lower.

“Wow, you take direction well.” Erica complimented him as he finally, oh sweet Jesus in heaven, finally flickered his tongue back and forth over that magic little button.

“Yes, I’m sure I’ll have a long, successful career in the armed forces, taking orders from my superiors. Or maybe I’ll be a Tootsie Pop licker. That’s a job, isn’t it? Someone has to do it…”

“Stop talking.” Erica moaned, undoing her bra and flinging it off so she could play with her own nipples. “Lick.”

He had teased her so long and so well, she was more than ready for her climax, and Clay did just as he was told, lick, lick, lick, his fingers moving in and out, the wet squelching sound filling the car as Erica thrust her hips up toward his delightfully torturous tongue.

“Ohhhh Clay!” Erica cried. “Now! Ohhh Clay now, now, lick it! Now!”

She shuddered, her orgasm lifting her pelvis off the seat with a thick, wet sound, her bottom peeling away from the vinyl, and Clay made a low noise in his throat as she quivered in his hands, under his lightning fast tongue.

“Wowwwwww.” He lifted his head, wiping the back of his mouth with his hand, and asked, “Can we do that again?”

Erica giggled as he climbed on top of her and she pulled his head down so she could kiss him full on the mouth, her tongue thrusting, tasting herself.

“Mmmm.” She met his eyes in the dimness. “I taste good.”

“That is very wicked and incredibly arousing. Why is that?”

“Oh goodness, feels like you’re nice and ready again. What are we going to do about that?”