that taste of vanilla

“The door is unlocked, I’m going go sleep, come over or not” my last text said.

I fell asleep, waking briefly to a noise, I opened my eyes almost forgetting the invitation I extended. I close my eyes with a smile, sigh and snuggle into my blankets. A warm body presses up to my back, arms wrapping around me. No words spoken, just moans from me.

His mouth and tongue find my neck immediately. He claims he doesn’t suck that hard but I know exactly when a mark is left. The scruff of his beard, the feel of his lips on one of my favorite spots, my melt begins. Slowly I begin to wake up, surprised at this tree who’s rolled me onto my back and climbed on top. Even more shocked when he trails kisses to my clit.

Even he was surprised to see how much I can gush with just a tongue on my clit. Sucking, licking, leaving me panting. Bringing me softly to orgasms. A change in pace from times before. His fingers finally entry me after what feels like ages and my hips buck for more. Another orgasm and another until I’m whining about how my sopping wet cunt needs his cock.

It’s been a long time since his cock was in my mouth. His large hand nudging my head down, holding my bun while I took him in my mouth. Sucking, licking, bobbing. I will always love feeling you get hard in my mouth. Spitting on his cock, I add a hand to grip the base, slowly my speed and focusing on taking as much of him as I can in my mouth. Open mouth, tongue out, just the way he likes it. Oh what a good girl I am.

A position switch to him standing gives him better access to fuck my throat while I’m on my hands and knees. Until finally he tells me to roll over and my pussy finally gets to feel that thick cock again. Hands on my hips I rock back into him until he finally tells me to fuck myself on his cock. It’s been even longer since I’ve had his thick cock inside me. I arched my back and took my pleasure.

Until it was back to my knees. Hands on my head. Mouth open. Sucking. Licking. Taking his cock so much easier and better than what seems like I ever had. My appreciation returned for our last time together. Reminders of how good he made me feel. Another round of each. Fucking and sucking.

What I love most outside of feeling him grow in my mouth…. is when he has to HAS to pull his dick out of my mouth so he doesn’t cum. It’s the absolute biggest praise I could get.

He had to cum deep inside me, he growls positioning me on all fours again. Face down, ass up, back arched like a good little slut. His hands on my hips as he fucked me with the perfect amount of force. It wasn’t long before until he told me to rub my little clit.

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I rubbed my clit and we both reached a peak of pleasure together. Cumming at the same time. It’s truly lovely that feeling. We slowly floated back down from that high. Just slowly coming back to earth.

He can break into my house anytime.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10bhgcs/that_taste_of_vanilla