Darlene by Avyn Pearl Page B

thighs, playfully pulling the rim of my thong just before he slips my dress over my head.  "You're stunning." I smile, knowing he's turned on by the little things. He buries his head between my breasts, now full from anticipation, then gently draws a nipple into his mouth. Instinctively, my back arches, giving him full access. He cradles me in his arms, hungrily twirling my nipple in his mouth as we're wrapped up in one another for a moment.
    Peter gently lays me across the bed as he unbuttons his shirt. "Do you want to make love or do you want to fuck, Darlene?"
    I smirk. It's funny to see Peter, who is ordinarily so straight-laced, turn dominant in the bedroom. I try not to think about the fact that I have to tell him that I'm leaving tonight, but it does cross my mind. "Do you have to go back to work?" I ask, serious now.
    Peter pauses, an expression of curiosity on his face. I've never asked him for anything other than a lunch before. "Not really, why?"
    "I want both. I want more of you today."
    He gives me a look, and I can tell my request gives him satisfaction. His shirt and pants now laying in a sloppy heap on the floor, Peter kneels between my thighs. I close my eyes, waiting for him to slide my wet panties down for his surprise. My last Brazilian was in the shape of a heart. Before you start thinking it, I'm not sentimental at all. But I am quite fond of Peter. It was the least I could do, because I know I'm going to break his heart.
    "Oh, Darlene!" Peter smiles as he looks up at me.
    "Well, you asked for more hair." I giggle. "I decided to give you just a little bit."
    "I love it," he whispers, just before his mouth swallows my glistening lips. Normally, Peter isn't this rushed, but I don't care. I want him just as much.
    " Mmmm," I groan when his tongue flicks across my wet spot. "I love that, baby. Don't stop."
    And of course, he doesn't. Peter gently laps his tongue up and down until I'm soaked even more. I feel my own wetness saturating the sheets. Assertively, he pushes my legs apart, sucking me softly. "Yes, Peter," I encourage him, my voice getting louder, my tone more harsh. Like a rhythm, my hips begin to grind against his eager mouth and he moves with me. I pinch my nipples as I groan, knowing that surely, the occupants of the next room can hear me. I know because I heard them turn their television set down. Fucking perverts.
    "Oh, baby … More!" I'm even louder now.
    Peter grabs my hips in a futile attempt to regain some control and keep up with my pumping. I'm so close. He knows, because just then, he teases me with one, long stroke with the tip of his tongue from the crack of my ass to the tip of my throbbing clit, and quickly flicks his tongue back and forth.
    " Yessss!" I scream as I start to come, feeling his tongue all over me, licking, sucking … sliding in and out. He nibbles me until my body is limp, overwhelmed by both his mouth and his desire for me.
    "I want seconds," Peter says immediately.
    My eyes are closed, but I smile. "Me first."
      "Gladly," Peter replies, his voice husky as he rolls over on the bed.
    I play with his balls, gently rolling them in my hands before I kiss them. His hands wrap around my head, caressing my scalp. I lick the tip of his penis, tasting the salty beginning, the first course of my lunch. He tastes so good. Peter pushes my head down, so I take his lead, swallowing most of his shaft in my mouth. I move up and down, slowly at first, still caressing his bulging sacs. I let my hands move all over his body, rubbing his nipples, scraping my nails against his rib cage.
    "Oh, Darlene …" Peter's voice trails off as he breathes harder.
    I hum lightly as my mouth moves faster. In surprise, Peter grabs my legs to straddle him, and I obey. Soon, his face is buried between my wet thighs again, our momentum more frenzied. He tightens his cheeks, and I know he's about to blow. I welcome it. As I feel my own orgasm starting again, Peter lets go and the warmth of his