15

"Here, hold my hair back for me," she said, letting go of your cock for a moment to pull her long, black hair back into a ponytail. She didn't have an elastic, so you let her pass it to you and now you were holding her head right at cock level. "Perfect," she said, smirking at you from the tip of your dick. Then she slurped your head in, her tongue darting back and forth, and slowly began to blow you.

She was sensuous about it, using every part of her mouth to tease and release you. Some of the time she stared down at your dick, practically cross eyed as she focused, then she would look back up at you and your heart and dick would both clench at the look in her eyes.

"Oh, fuck, Sabrina," you grunted, struggling to hold your orgasm back. It had been more than a few months since your last female encounter, and jerking off to Sabrina last night felt more like foreplay for this moment than preparation to hold your stamina. And she'd shown you her pussy today.

That was the wrong thing to think of.

"Where?" you babbled. "Soon."

"MmmMMMmm," she hummed, still slowly sliding your cock in and out of her lips. She didn't intend to release you. 'Give me your cum,' her eyes said. She took you deep, your cock nudging at the back of her throat, and she coughed for a moment but recovered quickly, her eyes brimming slightly. She didn't, maybe couldn't, take you in like that.

Not yet at least. Another dangerous thought for holding back.

It was too much. You squeezed Sabrina's hair like a handle, and released. She was ready, and she began swallowing immediately as your first hot blast felt like it pulled from every corner of your body, straight through your nuts and out your dick. Then Sabrina was using every part of her mouth to milk you - lips and tongue, sure. That was normal. But she also used the inside of her cheeks to vary the sensations. Even her teeth, extremely lightly applied, sent shivers and tingles through you, causing you to jerk in place as you spurt your load into her mouth.

Sabrina's mouth.

Your body rolled with the last big wave of your orgasm, and all she did was keep swallowing as you kept her head still, her mouth fastened around you.

"Fuck," you said, the emphasis entirely on the F you had been holding tightly between your teeth and your lips through the whole orgasm.

Sabrina didn't give up immediately, instead she went back to bobbing slowly, and you couldn't tell if maybe she was trying to keep you hard, or even go for an immediate round two. The way she was tender about her work, delicate and pleasing, was out of this world. Eventually she was too much, and you pulled her off by your hair-handle at the back of her head.

"Auuugh," she moaned, mouth open wide, spittle dripping from her lip as she took a deep breath.

"Well," she smirked, mouth still agape even as she smirked at you again, standing open almost like a well-fucked pussy. "How was that?"

***********

You swallowed the drool that had been accumulating in your mouth, looking down at Sabrina as she smirked up at you.

"Fucking amazing," you said, still panting a little to catch your breath after your orgasm had rolled through you. "Come here." You pulled her up and hugged her to you, kissing her cheek and then down the crook of her jaw, and then lower to her slender neck.

"Oh, oh fuck," Sabrina gasped. "How did you know that was my spot?"

"I didn't," you admitted. "But that's definitely good to know."

"Oh shit," she laughed, then gasped again as you nuzzled into her neck again and let your lips and tongue make love to her soft, warm skin for a long moment. She melted in your arms, moaning and whimpering as you slowly let your hands rove over her clothes. You grabbed her ass, small and pert, through her skit, feeling each cheek as your fingers curled around it. You held her waist, small and thin. You palmed her small tits over her shirt, knowing that her thin, lace bra did little to protect her nipples from the sensation.

When you swapped sides of her neck, starting fresh kisses on the other side, the needy whine she let out was like a dog begging for attention. You shuffled and spun the two of you so that she was backed to the counter now. As you kept kissing her, wondering whether you should push things and actually give her a hickey, you lifted her by the waist so that she was sitting on the edge of the counter.

Your hands found her knee, and just like in the restaurant you started slowly rubbing up and down, moving your fingers, then your entire hand, up and under her skirt. You grabbed her bare thigh, then smacked it lightly. She squeezed her thighs together, pinning your hand there, then opened them again. Asking you to go further.

Fingers moving higher, kisses moving lower. Sabrina undid the top buttons of her shirt, letting you start kissing down to her shoulders and collarbone.

"Oooh, baby," she crooned in your ear, pulling your head to her. "What are you doing to me?"

"What do you want me to do to you?" you asked, fingers creeping back to that point where they had stopped before.

Inches from her lips. Close enough to feel the wet texture that had been building between her thighs. To feel the flushed heat building in her.

"I don't know," she whispered. "I wasn't expecting..."

"What, you didn't think I'd reciprocate?" you asked.

She shook her head, biting her lower lip. You replied by kissing her, and taking her bottom lip between your teeth and pulling slightly, before melting back into the kiss.

"This is so fucking hot," she gasped when the kiss ended. "Fuck, can you imagine what this would look like on film?"

"Is that really what you're thinking about?" you chuckled lightly.

"Sorry, sorry baby," she said quickly, cupping your face and pulling you back in for another kiss. This one was sweeter, less primal, than the last, but just as intense. "I just can't help it. For the past couple of months literally everything sexual I do, I've been doing thinking about cameras."

"Well this time no one's watching," you whispered in her ear, leaning over her. Your fingers trailed up her thigh, skipping over her lips and rubbing higher on her pubic mound, fingertips in the thin little landing strip that you knew was above her clit. "This time it's all about you and me. Do you want me to make you feel good? Just you, all the way?"

She nodded silently and quickly. Your fingers tugged on her pubes lightly. She sniffed in a breath.

"You teased the everloving crap out of me today, Sabrina. Should I do the same to you?" you asked her.

She shook her head no, but she also quivered and you felt her subtly flex the muscles around in cunt under your palm and fingers. The idea of you teasing her was definitely appealing to some parts of her.

"No? Then why is your little pussy practically drooling at the idea, Sabrina?" you asked quietly. You leaned down and kissed her neck again, and at the same time you slid your fingers lower, over her warm and flushed vulva, avoiding her clit or inner labia. Just as quickly as you started, you kissed back up and your fingers left her lower lips.

"John," she whimpered.

"Yes?" you asked, smiling against her ear.

"Please?" she begged. You pulled away and looked her in the eye. Hers were big and round and desperate for release. Her mouth was hanging just slightly open, and she was breathing shallowly. "Please, baby? I'm sorry for being such a tease. I'm sorry I teased you with my tits in public. I'm sorry I flashed you my needy little pussy at the restaurant," she said. "I'm sorry I... um- I'm sorry I was..."