I crawled up between her legs, my face right in front
of hers, and kissed her right on the mouth. It was a test of
sorts. Some women don't mind if you go down on them, as long as
you don't try to kiss them afterwards (unless you wash your face
and brush your teeth). Lisas was not like this, and her lips
opened under mine, her tongue searching for her own unique flavor
on my mouth. She cleaned my face of her spend, and smiled weakly
up at me, her breath still coming in little, gasping, sobs.
"God, John. No one's ever done that to me before. Not
like that, anyway."
I smiled at Lisa. Cunnilingus is my specialty. I like
it better than any other part of sex. Well, almost.
"You're welcome, Lisa. It was my very great pleasure
to give you that experience."
I rolled over on my side and Lisa rolled with me so
that we were facing one another. Lisa threw a leg over mine and
pressed her still soaking crotch up against my still hard (and
dripping) cock.
She was in no hurry, having just completed a massive
series of orgasms, and neither was I, lost as I was in the
wonderful feeling of being sheathed inside of Lisa's beautiful
body.
From this position it was a simple matter for me to
reach up and stroke her breasts, which I did, much to her
delight. My hands busied themselves with her mammaries, toying
with the nipples, squeezing the fleshy globes, finally drawing
her down so that I could reach these graciously formed melons
with my worshiping lips.
