You make the sexiest sounds

“Spread your legs,” he says as he places one knee on the edge of the mattress.

When I stretch out and do as he commanded, he smiles. He lowers to lie on his stomach. When his face lands only inches from my pussy, all the breath leaves my lungs.

“So sucking my cock turned you on. That is so fucking sexy.” He licks a stripe up my inner thigh.

“And you taste so sweet even though I know how sharp your tongue can be.”

“Am I your type?” I ask.

His gaze only flicks up to meet mine for a second before it’s right back between my thighs.

He sets his hands on my thighs, then rubs his gentle thumbs up and down the lips of my pussy.

“I’m still hard at the thought of being able to fuck you, even after coming down your throat. So what do you think?”

“You said the flight attendant wasn’t your type.”

He chuckles.

“You were jealous.” He shakes his head.

“Baby, you don’t ever have to worry about a woman who pushes herself on to me. I don’t like sexually aggressive women. Not my type. I like to be in