One Night Only by Violet Blue Page B

drive into you. Your own body shudders as he releases into you. You realize that’s what you really wanted all these years, to feel him come in your arms.

    Afterward you’re a little afraid to look at him, but he pulls you close and gazes steadily into your eyes and says, “That was so amazing. Even better than I imagined.”
    His expression is so pleased, you feel like you’re looking into a mirror.
    â€œDid you imagine ?” you ask.
    â€œMore than I should admit. Did you ever…?” There’s a touching uncertainty in his voice.
    â€œYou know we’ve always had so much in common.” You laugh and nestle together for a while, and then you say, “Hey, are you hungry?”
    He nods and you slip on his shirt without asking because you like the smell of him around you. Besides it means he’ll have to go shirtless, and you like to look at his chest. He smiles and squeezes your naked ass under the shirttails.
    You have a picnic on your living room floor—cold sake and sushi rice scattered with strips of raw fish, sweet omelet and pickled lotus root. You talk about sunny things, his plans for his trip, the new female-centered history course you’re developing which is sure to change the world. After you’re finished eating, he pulls you on top of him and asks hopefully if you’re the dessert. He slides his hands under his shirt and cups your breasts, and before you know it, you’re straddling him and rocking your wet cunt into his hard belly. You feel his erection brushing your ass, and you get a wicked idea. You tell him to wait and rush to the kitchen for the green-tea ice cream. First you feed him some with a spoon. Then he wants to rub some on your nipples, and you let him. The chill both soothes and arouses the tender tips. Finally you unveil your trick—you take a mouthful and go down on him. He squirms and laughs, but his dick gets harder in your mouth.
    You wrap your fist around his sticky tool and show off all
of your skills, tonguing him right below the head, squeezing your lips around him as if to milk him dry. That is in fact your goal, to drive him wild so he shoots his special cream down your throat.
    â€œI want to come inside you, please, stop,” he begs.
    You pull off and give him your best dominatrix glare. “If you come in my mouth like a good boy, you can fuck me all night long in any way you want.”
    You can almost see the wheels spinning in his head. Eyes narrowed, he lies back and submits.
    Even with his naked cock in your mouth, you can’t believe this is so easy. He was the one man you could never have for as long as your body can remember, and suddenly you can touch him and taste him anywhere you please. And what you want more than anything now is this, his salty dick pressing into your throat. You suck him like you’ve never sucked anyone, and the weirdest thing is you feel him down there , too, filling you, satisfying you like food.
    His thighs tremble and his cock grows impossibly hard. Your lips register the spasms first, then jets of jism shoot up against your palate. He is sweeter than you expected, the grassy taste of him blending perfectly with the lingering flavor of astringent green tea.
    He doesn’t let you gloat over your achievement for long. He pushes you down and rolls you over and yanks your knees open. For a moment, you’re afraid, but then you feel something cool and smooth along your asscrack—his fingers rubbing melted ice cream there. You start to laugh, but it fades into a moan when he starts to lick you. You’ve let guys fuck your ass, but no one’s ever enjoyed your back door with such gusto. His finger snakes up to strum your clit, and suddenly your whole body is melting under his hot tongue. You start to beg him to fuck you, but
decide, in the little corner of your head that can still think, that this is better. You want him to take one of your virginities. If he