he loves the taste of me [FM]

Alright this happened a couple weeks ago and it still gets me wet when I think about it. I had been out, the usual Saturday night in a college town. I was with some friends, dancing and laughing, generally feeling good about myself and loving the way my dress clung to my curves. It was a navy blue color and had a low back that dipped underneath where my bra would be. My boobs are perky so I didn’t wear a bra. Dance partners came and went but I kept locking eyes with a guy across the floor. We were in philosophy together and even though we hadn’t talked outside of class I was ridiculously attracted to him. He’s tall and has a bit of a beard, dark hair and crazy green eyes. Girls came over to dance with him every once in a while but we kept our eyes on each other all night. Every time my gaze met his I put a little more into my dancing – bending over, raising my hands into the air. The mixture of the buzz, the beat of the music and feeling his eyes on me had me really getting into it. Eventually I found myself without a partner – my friends were occupied with their own guys. I looked up and saw he was still staring. Breaking completely from my usually shy approach, I walked up to where he was standing against the opposite wall. His eyes followed me through the crowd.

“Having a good night?” I asked.
“Absolutely. Looks like you are too.” He answered.
“Sure” I said, stepping closer. “Could be more fun though”
“How’s that?” He asked, bringing a hand to skim the curve of my hips up to the side of my boobs. I realized he might be able to feel the lack of a bra there. The touch of his hand against me with just the fabric separating us sent shivers down my body. My nipples perked up, pushing against the fabric. I knew he could see it as he looked down at me.
“I need a better dance partner” I smirked.
“Do you?” He asked as he pulled me closer. My legs were straddling one of his, the whole of my body pushed against his hardness. I smiled up at him as I rolled my hips into *that* hardness. We danced like that for a while, glued together while his hands explored the bare skin at my back. Eventually he asked if I wanted to leave and go to his apartment. I said yes.

After checking with my friends I left with him. We took an uber to his building and got out. He opened the door for me and I knew he watched my ass as we climbed up the stairs. He unlocked the door and I walked in. Honestly I don’t remember much about his place – basically the usual college student apartment. He had a roommate but I guess they were sleeping over at their girlfriend’s house that night. He asked if I wanted anything to drink before steering us to his room. His hand rested on my back and I was dying to feel more of him. Once we got in I sat on his bed, taking off my jacket and throwing it to the side.

“I didn’t want to be that guy at the bar” he said, stepping closer. “But fuck I need to kiss you” He sat down next to me, burying a hand into my hair as he pulled me into him. He’s a damn good kisser. He increased the intensity until he gently bit my bottom lip, which drives me insane. I moaned loudly, pulling him closer. He responded, moving down my neck, biting and kissing. I whimpered, loving the feel of him. After letting him work for a bit, I stood up and faced him. He sat on the bed and watched as shrugged out of my dress, letting it fall before stepping out of the fabric. Drunk off his gaze, I ran a hand down the middle of my chest, moving it lower until I found the wetness of my panties. I rubbed myself a couple times, realizing with delight I could see his bulge through his pants. Stepping forward, I straddled him, kissing him again as I worked to unbutton his shirt. He pushed it off impatiently, flipping us and laying me down on his bed. He stood to take off his pants and boxers before getting on top of me. He grinded against me and I gasped, holding tight to his back. I moaned in his ear, reaching a hand down to stroke his huge cock. Thinking back, it was probably the biggest I’d ever had. Uncut. He reached down and pushed my panties off before dragging a couple fingers against my lips. He moaned when he realized how wet I was. Biting my neck again, he pushed a finger in. Gasping, I grabbed the sheets as he worked his mouth lower and lower, coming to kiss either side of my pussy. The scrape of his beard against my inner thighs had me dripping. I groaned, telling him he was going to make me beg.

“Do it. Beg for me.” He said, breathing hot air against my wetness.

“Oh fuck please I need that mouth on me” I gasped, bucking my hips against his chin.

I guess he was waiting for that because he *dove in*, licking my clit like his life depended on it. All I could do was hold on as he worked me. He increased his pace, finger fucking me while his tongue lapped at my pussy and I moaned louder than I ever have before. Until then, I hadn’t had much experience being eaten out but damn he was so fucking good. Definitely changed my mind on how enjoyable it can be. Not able to hold back any longer, I told him I was going to cum. He increased his pace, moaning as I soaked his beard with my wetness. He licked every last drop, then sucked his fingers as he sat up, telling me he loved the taste of me. And fuck if that isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. This beautiful man, his face shining from my cum, green eyes staring into mine as he tasted me.

This story is already super long, I guess I got a little lost in it all. We ended up playing all night. Let me know and I’ll put up another installation soon.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5gqc1t/he_loves_the_taste_of_me_fm