Chapter 57

I hoped I wouldn't disappoint her.

One of the things I always hated when guys were giving me oral sex was when they rushed. For them, I think eating a girl out is just some foreplay before getting to the fuck.

So I tried to take it slow. I remembered all of the things I liked and did them on McKayla.

There was lots of tongue involved. She moaned and bucked her hips into my mouth.

When she would draw in her breath I knew I had done something right. When her body tensed, I made sure to file that move away for future use.

Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back. Those perfect breasts fell slightly to the sides. Her nipples were erect, the areolae wrinkled pinches of flesh.

"Oh, yes!" she cried out as my tongue lovingly massaged her swollen clit. My hands were underneath her ass, lifting her slightly off the bed.

I continued to work her over, trying to avoid going to fast, but also trying to build her up to a climax.

"That feels so good, Paige," she whispered. I felt her hands brushing through my tangled hair. "So ... fucking ... good..."

My tongue moved faster, brushing over the sensitive nub. Her breaths were coming shorter.

The rise and fall of her chest was more pronounced.

Her moans were louder. More intense.

"That's it ... right ... right there!" Her head thrashed from side to side. My excitement grew as her grip on my hair became tighter.

I remembered something McKayla did to me the night before. I took two fingers and entered her. That brought a surprised—but delighted—gasp.

She continued to moan, a little louder each time, as I penetrated her, slowly at first, then in rhythm with my mouth.

"Jesus ... oh, god," my lover mumbled. "Oh! ... Yes, right there ... just ... like that!"

Inwardly, I smiled to myself, happy that my first experience giving head to a girl was much more satisfying than my first experience with a guy.

McKayla ground her pussy in my face, trying to meet each pass of my tongue with her clit. She arched her back and I knew she was close.

"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck, fuck, fuck," her voice devolved into a stream of unintelligible sounds, each louder and faster than the last.

With one final cry, McKayla threw her head back on her pillows. She released my hair and began pawing around the bed, looking for the first thing she could find and hold on to. She made a sound that was a mixture of lust and desire. Pure, unmitigated bliss.

Her pussy flooded with juices around my fingers. My tongue lapped up all I could for as long as her orgasm went on. It seemed like forever as she continued to cum.

McKayla's moans gradually subsided and I let up on her. Soon, the only sound in the room was her ragged breathing.