Cherries were now my favorite fruit. Helena was sweet with a..
🕑 Added 2022-12-31 01:01:12 +0000 UTC
Cherries were now my favorite fruit. Helena was sweet with a tang of sour from the amarena cherries that had garnished both our drinks. I tasted it as my tongue brushed over her lips and she granted me access, deepening the kiss she’d initiated.
While I’d been more bold in my office than I had been downstairs by no means had I planned on making the first move. I was still cautious of spooking her. She was hiding something or someone and I wanted her to feel comfortable and not pressured.
The discipline I’d learned from quitting smoking came in handy at a time like this, pressed up against a beautiful woman. I was being chaste compared to the streamline of thoughts I was having about taking her right there in my office.
“Oh, shoot.” It was adorable how she dripped sex appeal but didn’t curse.
“What’s wrong?”
“My lipstick,” she pursed her lips and looked down to mine.
“If it can transfer, it can come off.” Let the lipstick smear, I had no issue being a marked man. Besides, I wasn’t technically working, if they needed me they could find me. I leaned her against the desk and continued to kiss her, yearning to know what she tasted like elsewhere.
I felt like a teenager again as if we were making out in a supply closet in between classes. My leg between hers, pushed her dress up, placing the dampness of her panties against my knee. My erection strained painfully against my slacks, begging to be let out and relieved. While I wanted more, I also wanted to go at her pace. She’d started this, she could push it as far as she wanted, even stop it if she chose to.
Helena rolled us, pressing me into the desk, and pushing off of me. I was about to ask what was the matter when she dropped down to her knees and took my belt in hand. I loved her initiative. I snapped my jaw shut and helped her finish unzipping me. My pants stayed on as she fished eagerly for her prize, it wouldn’t take long for her to find it.
Thick and pulsing, my cock bobbed in the open air. I expected her to be coy, teasing, other women had done so, it was a lot to take on…But she continued to prove herself to be quite different from other women. Those red lips wrapped around the tip and she swallowed me whole. She left lipstick at the base of me leaving me weak in the knees.
“Fuck, baby,” I praised, running my fingers through her soft blonde hair. Molton brown eyes looked up at me as her throat closed in around me.
The fun didn’t stop there. Her head bobbed in repeated deep motions, taking the entirety of me without so much as a gag. Any man to have ever encountered her mouth was a lucky sonuvabitch and I never wanted any man after me to get the opportunity.
“I’m going to lose it if you keep going,” I growled, panting as she was relentless in her mission. I could feel her smile, her lips twitching and lipstick virtually gone at this point. No lipstick could outlast this kind of hard work. “Fuck, baby, I’m so close.”
I wanted to ask permission, give her warning, anything. She would get to choose where I’d unload. Much to my pleasure, she swallowed every last drop I had to offer. Draining me like a succubus. I would be content dying this way.
When I had nothing left, she withdrew and delicately wiped her mouth while getting back to her feet. She beamed like a student with a report card of straight A’s, and I knew then that Helena didn’t do anything half-ass. I could picture her a valedictorian, head of the PTA, a champion of any competition she entered in, top-tier woman of the year…And I’d been given the gift of her wanting to suck me off.
“You’re amazing,” I praised, putting my dick away and trying to look presentable again. I begged to do something for her, “Let me return the favor.”
Helena considered it, anyone could see the tension in her body, whether it was from sexual frustration or whatever went on in her life during the daylight. I wanted to be the one to relieve it. Desperate to do so, I steered her towards the sofa. She hadn’t given me permission but I wanted to be prepared if she did.
“What would you do?” She asked in a sultry whisper, fingers curling around the hem of her dress.
“I would drink from you like a twenty-year-aged bottle of whiskey.” I glanced behind her to the sofa, and my mouth ran dry. I was parched, she was the only craving I had.
“When you put it like that…”
I groaned as she leaned back onto the sofa, her dress sliding up her full thighs and exposing the black thong beneath that barely hid pink lips. She was soaked from our kissing and her divine gift of fellatio. I climbed on after her, hanging one leg over the back of the sofa, and spreading the other wide to give me access.
Her back arched as I nibbled on her panties, teasing her sensitive clit through the cloth. She was quiet at first, holding back as I slid the thong aside and began to really taste her. I dipped my tongue in and out of her before concentrating back on her clit. Heavy breaths gave way to heady moans, and then she was calling out my name.
“Diego!” She gasped, clutching the couch and riding my face with little thrusts of her hips.
I focused my attention, sucking and swirling. My fingers that held back panties slipped down and inside of her, unleashing more wanton noises from her. I could spend hours, days, a lifetime pleasuring Helena and it would never be enough.
