Crossing a Line. Pt2 [FM][oral][female orgasm]

[part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12a45f9/crossing_a_line_pt1_fm_slow_burn_teasing/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

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As the second ticked by, my mind was made up. I quickly pushed up onto my knee and swung my left leg over him, settling onto his lap with my hands wrapped around the back of his head. I weaved my fingers through his hair, scratching my nails against his scalp, and pressed my lips to his. He hesitated only a moment before responding in kind. His large hands found their way to my waist as my tongue slipped past his lips into his mouth. He tasted like bourbon, his tongue cold after taking a drink of water. I moaned against his mouth quietly. His tongue danced with mine before he pulled his face away. I was already breathless.

“Are you sure?” he said as he looked at my face.

I looked straight in his eyes so there was no doubt before answering “Yes.”

He brought his mouth back to mine and forced my lips open with his tongue. I sucked and then bit his lip lightly. He moaned and made his way down my neck with kisses and bites. His need to taste the sweat on my skin was met by my own as I buried my face in his neck. His hands moved from my waist to my thighs and were slowly gliding up and around until they met the hem of my shorts. The fabric was loose enough that there was a gap between it and my skin. The fingertips of his left hand slid in and lightly brushed against me through the lace of my panties. I gasped in his ear as I wettened more and raised my hips quickly. I slowly lowered my hips back down as I kissed him again, this time with more urgency than before. I was dripping and swollen, my clit sensitive against my underwear as I ground into his lap, hoping for the feel of his cock hardening.

I pulled my lips away just enough to beg “Pull my hair.”

This simple plead seemed to flick a switch in Mark. He groaned loudly and quickly moved his hand over my ass, up my back and into the hair at the nape of my neck. Grasping tightly, he pulled my head back, exposing my neck to his lips and teeth. The sound that immediately came out of my mouth was a mix between a purr and a whimper. I rolled my hips against him again then reached down to grab the hem of my ashirt. Slipping it quickly over my head then reaching down to his belt, undoing it desperately. Mark’s hand was at my throat, fingertips digging into the side of my neck slightly. I had just undone his button and pulled down the zipper when he suddenly pulled me towards him, pinning my arms between us as he kissed me fiercely.

He pushed my head back by my throat and whispered breathlessly, “I’m gonna get you off, and that’ll be it. Now take off your pants.”

I slid off his lap slowly, disappointed that I wouldn’t get to taste or feel his dick; I loved giving head and would have given anything to have a load shot down my throat. As I stood to slip off my shorts, he shifted over on the couch and stood next to me. I sometimes forgot how tall he was and standing beside him with no shoes on meant he towered over me. I stood there in just my bra while he took off his shirt. My eyes swept over his broad chest and shoulders, fingertips twitching to touch and grab and scratch. Then he took me in his strong arms and kissed me deeply. His tongue taking residence in my mouth while his fingertips trailed down the sides of my torso, bringing up goosebumps while I was burning from deep inside.

His hands cupped under my ass and lifted me slightly, angling my body towards the couch and then lowered me down. I laid back against the cushion as he kneeled in front of me. His fingertips dug into my thighs while he pulled me towards him more and placed my legs over his shoulders. I tried to slow my breathing as my heart beat rapidly in my chest. I was aching for him to touch me now that I was bare and laid out before him. The muscles deep in my stomach tightened at the thought and I felt the moisture gather on my exposed lips.

He started by kissing my inner thighs, moving his hands around to trail behind. When he finally reached my mound, I was panting and still as stone. The first flick of his tongue on my swollen clit sent a shiver through my body. He moaned loudly as he tasted my juices for the first time. Then he brought his mouth down onto me, forgetting all thoughts of teasing. His face was buried in me as his tongue flicked and swirled around my clit, making me gasp and moan. Occasionally, he groaned, and it vibrated his mouth around me. I couldn’t remember the last time my husband went down on me, but it was never with this kind of enthusiasm. It seemed Mark enjoyed giving head as much as I did.

He pulled his face away slightly in order to run his wide tongue up my slit, dipping it into me briefly, scooping my wetness into his mouth before spitting it onto my clit. As his mouth covered me again, I felt his middle finger slowly slip past my lips into my pussy. It curled upward to stroke my g-spot and he swirled his tongue in rhythm with it. I couldn’t lay still any longer. My hands squeezed my breasts as I breathed heavily, my legs tightened on his shoulders and pulled him closer. I started to move my hips along with his movements making them longer and deeper. He slipped another finger into me and stretched my pussy around them. I could hear how wet I was as he started to pump his fingers in and out of me, keeping pace with his tongue, adding teeth every other stroke. I felt a tightening deep in my stomach, a warmth spread from between my legs. My hands trailed down my body until they reached Mark’s head, grabbing his hair.

“Fuck, Mark, I think I’m gonna cum…” I whispered breathlessly. I had never finished only from oral before, I couldn’t believe it might happen. He growled into me as I moved my hips faster, his fingers keeping in perfect time with them. The first contraction of my pussy was small, but he felt it and it egged him on. He hit my clit at the perfect moment and sucked hard while he stroked my g-spot and rubbed his thumb just under my clit as well. I gasped at the combination of sensations and squeezed my thighs around his head, he released my clit from his mouth and rubbed it hard with this thumb.

“Oh fuck!” I arched my back as my cunt clenched around his fingers, throbbing in beat with my heart, I came harder than I had in a long time. My hips bucked against his hand, essentially finger fucking myself as I rode my orgasm. His face hovering over me, watching my body convulse. As I settled, small shock waves made their way through my body… once as he pulled his fingers from my opening, again as he licked up my cum and kissed my inner thighs. I looked down as he sat back on his heels, beard soaked in my juices and a grin on his face. He certainly looked proud of himself. I could barely move as I lay panting on the couch. He stood and I saw his erection pressed against his boxers. I needed that next, and I was going to get it.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12e0w0d/crossing_a_line_pt2_fmoralfemale_orgasm