Psalm 23.5 [FM]

[That](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hi1jab/summer_sun_shower_fun_fm/) wasn’t even the last time Ethan came too quickly, but somehow I never seemed to mind.

Actually, there were plenty of reasons why I didn’t. Like the way he always seemed to have another one in him, sometimes mere moments later. Or the way that his cum was always so pure and pearly-white, so copious, its mineral taste so sweet that I would happily lick rivulets of it from his flat stomach or the inner creases of his hips, or scoop it greedily into my mouth with two fingertips from the jagged pool it formed between my tits. Or, and now we’re reaching the crux of the matter, the way that his mouth was so eager and so dextrous that, given half a chance, he would have no trouble demonstrating that, in his position, I would hardly last long either.

And so, to the case in point. There we were again, that same summer, in the bedroom of my flat, and while it wasn’t quite as hot as it had been, the windows were still open, the evening sun was shining, and a hint of a breeze was ruffling the petals of the fifteenth pure-white orchid I had bought from Ikea and would, in due course, neglect unto death. Ethan lay back on the crisp sheets of the bed and gasped: naked, I knelt between his spread legs and licked slow circles around the tip of his cock as my fingertip, lubricated with plenty of spit, slid into his ass.

Just in case I’ve left any doubt in the matter, his was a dick which I loved to suck. It hardened so responsively at my touch, practically throbbed upon entering my mouth, and became wet and shiny with precum at the slightest provocation. I loved to let it lubricate the tip of his cock as I rotated my palm gently around it, or to grasp and pull back the foreskin and lick it from every ridge and fold, as clear and salty in my mouth as tears.

I could, that is, quite easily get lost in the moment, and this time was no different. Much as I wanted to tease and lick and nibble at him, to savour the way every millimetre of him tasted, to watch for every tiny variation which would slip into his breathing as I found a new spot to touch, soon enough I was desperately taking more of his cock deep into my mouth.

‘Lottie, wait.’

I felt like I had barely slipped to my knees when Ethan called out my name, an urgent quaver in his voice. I slipped his cock out of my mouth and grasped it firmly.

‘What’s the matter, honey?’ I asked him, as sweet and as innocent as I could muster.

He didn’t really get a chance to explain, and nor did he need to. His ass was already tightening frantically around my finger, his cock jerked in my hand, and cum coursed through my fingers, overflowed my palm, ran in sticky torrents back down the length of him, over his balls and into the creases of his thighs. Any words which he might have attempted were lost in a long, low moan, which turned into a breath as the final, milky drops of his cum ran from the glistening tip of his cock.

‘I’m deeply disappointed in you,’ I said to him, all mock-solemnly, and I ran my tongue in a straight line from his balls up the underside of his cock, sucking the pool I gathered into my mouth. He shuddered as my tongue and lips lingered on the most sensitive parts of him, then I moved up to his mouth and kissed him. He never seemed to mind this in the way some guys do; in fact, I think he really enjoyed the taste of himself when it was everywhere in my mouth. I loved it. I repeated with my finger what I had done before with my tongue; again Ethan sharply drew breath as my fingertip circled the head of his softening cock, and I sucked my finger diligently as he watched me, his eyes still wide with desire.

‘Oops,’ he said, his voice still breathless, and I giggled into his mouth. I became dimly aware that I could hear the sound of footsteps on the tarmac outside, and occasional bursts of laughter and conversation. They were quickening, I realised, and I began to hear the first specks of rain peppering the window.

A moment later I remembered the serious act I had been trying to put on a moment before. I broke off sharply from kissing him, looked at him, and raised my eyebrows again in what I hoped looked like disapproval. I looked, for a while, at his exceptionally soft lips, slightly parted as he breathed deeply, still slightly wet, and wanted his mouth desperately. I crawled up his torso, braced my knees either side of his head, and lowered my pussy down onto his mouth.

Ethan’s lips latched gratefully onto me; he tugged gently at my inner lips, gathering the beading moisture there into his mouth, breathing deeply through his nose and making small, wordless sounds of pleasure. He fluttered his tongue a little, pushing it gently and tentatively into me in order to lick every drop; I felt sure I must be wet enough to fill his mouth entirely, and I shuddered with a rush of pleasure when I felt him swallow beneath me. I braced my hands against the wall above the bed and slightly repositioned my thighs, varying the pressure, drawing teasingly away from him at one moment, grinding my cunt into his lips and tongue the next.

Ethan’s hands, which had been on my ass, snaked up the front of my body and began playing with my nipples. I took one of my hands from the wall, tangled my fingers for a moment in the curls of his hair, then used them to spread my lips further; just as I had wanted, Ethan closed his lips around my clit, circled it with his tongue and sucked with a gentle rhythm. I threw back my head and closed my eyes as every nerve seemed to come alive at the touch of his mouth, moaning longer and louder with every exhale.

‘Ethan, wait,’ I said, an urgent laugh of pleasure in my voice, half-teasing him but knowing that I would come if he didn’t stop.

He did not wait. His hands slid down from my breasts to the points of my hip bones, and he grasped them surprisingly hard. Locked in place, Ethan’s mouth unyielding in the attention it was paying to my clit, I felt the muscles of my cunt clench, my orgasm spreading like warmth through me as I practically fell forward against the wall.

‘Oops,’ I said, as Ethan planted tender kisses along the tops of my thighs, carefully licking clean those places where the skin still glistened.

As I folded my arms against the wall in front of me and let my forehead rest on them, I looked for a moment past my torso and saw that Ethan’s cock was already hard again. Hungry for it, I dismounted from my position on his face and spun around; before I could get my mouth on him, though, Ethan had grasped my hips and wriggled underneath me, until I was settled again on his face, only this time with access to him too.

Ethan’s cock, and much of the skin surrounding it, still shone with cum, and this time I made a more concerted effort to lick him completely clean. I craned my neck to reach the areas around his lower stomach and hips. I sucked gently on one of his balls and then the other, and licked the salty and musky skin where they met his inner thighs. Only once I felt I had swallowed every drop did I allow myself the pleasure of returning to his cock, and I gratefully sucked at its tip as Ethan reapplied his mouth to me, too.

My clit was still so sensitive it almost hurt, and I twitched away from him a little at first. Noticing immediately, he switched his intention to the base of my lips and then lower still, his tongue slightly hesitant at first but gaining in confidence quickly, running with slow, delicious but firm motions over my asshole. He drew circles over the tender and sensitive skin, then pushed the tip of his tongue firmly into me, and I yelped with pleasure, to the extent that I could while my mouth was so very full with him.

I knew Ethan was a sweetheart with his tongue, but he hadn’t done this to me before. It had been a while since anyone had, in fact, and I came dangerously close to being overwhelmed by the delightful sensation of a tongue on my ass.

‘I really like that,’ I told him, shifting my weight to one arm so I could stroke his cock for a while with the other hand. ‘You’re going to make me come again.’

The lovely thing about Ethan—well, alright, one of them—was that he had really taken to heart that piece of advice that so many men ignore: don’t change pace, don’t speed up, don’t go any harder or softer. If a girl tells you she’s going to come, keep doing what you’re doing, unless you don’t want her to. His tongue was firm and muscular as it drew languorous circles around and into my asshole, and gradually, with only the slightest pressure, he moved his hand under me and just teased the skin around my clit. He didn’t have to touch anywhere sensitive; just a slight and alternating pressure at the top of my outer lips gave enough stimulation to my clit to take me closer still to the edge.

Delaying the inevitable for a moment—it was almost embarrassing, the way he could make me come so effortlessly—I tried to focus solely on his cock for a while. The angle was perfect to take him deep into the back of my mouth. I kind of hoped that, when I did, I could distract him for a moment from what he was doing, but instead he moaned into the sensitive skin around my ass and at the base of my cunt, and seconds later I was coming again.

I was happy to admit that Ethan had redeemed himself. Flopping like a ragdoll on top of him, I relaxed and let him use my mouth and throat. He took a firm grip on my ass as he did, practically pushing my mouth to the base of his cock. Moments later, I felt the tension and release of his cock on my lips, my tongue, into the back of my throat, and I hungrily swallowed every drop; it felt like just as much as the first time.

My arms and legs shaking, the muscles of my thighs burning, I rolled off Ethan and then crawled back up to face him; we kissed, and I sucked the musky taste of my pussy and my ass greedily from his lips.

‘You’re delicious,’ I said. I lay back on the bed and listened to the summer shower building outside. The smell of us began to mix in the air with the smell of rain, and the petals of my orchid quivered as the droplets struck them.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hqgr14/psalm_235_fm

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