It was a Tinder date, and from the way we’d been chatting, there was really only one reason we were meeting up. Well, maybe two reasons: I did promise to bring wine.
Sure enough, a few hours into the evening, and we’ve polished off the bottle, as well as some forgettable movie, an excuse to inch closer together on the couch. By the end, once Tom Cruise or Nic Cage or whoever the star was has taken their victory lap, we’re more than close; she’s pretty much in my lap, and some casual kissing has begun.
Once the credits begin to roll, the kissing goes from casual to heated pretty quickly, and it starts to get a little bit bitey as well- I know I’ll have a mark or two on my neck the next morning. Our hands are wandering pretty adventurously, mine caressing her not-inconsiderable breasts, still inside her shirt, and reaching between her legs to feel the wet heat building up there. Her hands venture between my legs, and she smiles between kisses as she feels me hard against her.
“Movie’s over now…so what do you want to do?” she asks me between kisses.
“Honestly? What I really want is my face between your thighs,” I respond- there is a time and a place for subtlety, and this was not it.
“That can be arranged,” she said. “Let’s go up to the bed.”
That triggered your typical, half drunk slapdash scurry up the stairs to her bedroom, me moving awkwardly with my hardened cock pushing against my pants, her with her shirt half off from my earlier groping.
Once we reached the bed, her pants and panties came off in quite a hurry, and she wound up on her back, legs spread. In my rush, I got my jeans off, but not my underwear, so when I dove in my cock was still tenting them, a little stain of precum on the tip.
Before I go any farther, I just have to admit to something: I love giving oral. I love it probably as much as I love actual sex. I don’t care if you’re flat on your back and I’m doing all the work, or if you’re up and riding my face, if I’m eating you out, I’m having a good time.
That being said, this was some kind of mixture of the two- she was on her back, yes, but I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t taking a somewhat active role in the situation. It started off normally enough, me kissing around her thighs, teasing her just a bit more. But it was pretty clear from both her wetness and her motions that making out on the couch had been more than enough teasing.
I dove in, and as I did so, I felt not one, but two hands on the back of my head, grasping at my hair. I started licking her clit in circles, flicking it gently every couple strokes, and occasionally dipping my tongue inside her, stroking a finger or two inside when my attention was more focused on her clit.
I found that, the more aroused she was getting, the less autonomy I had in the situation. Her hands pretty quickly went from gripping my hair to pushing me in to actively controlling my motions. Before I knew it, she was pushing my tongue deep inside her, and grinding my head against her so she could use my nose like a toy on her clit.
I was still a more-than-willing participant in this, but increasingly was feeling like I wasn’t so much eating her out as I was being force-fed.
Hard as I was being ground into her, I was starting to see stars, essentially being smothered in her. Along with this, I was finding myself in another predicament: namely that my cock was being rubbed pretty hard into the throughout this session. She was getting close now, but so was I.
Sure enough, with one extra hard push against my head, she came, her back arching, and her gasping. It felt incredible, my tongue buried in her as she pulsed, breathing more of her juices than the air. I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
I came.
Once she’d let go of my head, and her breathing had more or less returned to normal, I worked my way up so I was next to her, my beard pretty well saturated with her juices.
“Oh my god. I needed that,” she half-panted. “Your turn now.”
“Er.” Was the only response I could muster, as she reached for my underwear. I couldn’t think of what to say, and she was about to figure out what I would’ve said anyway. As she pulled my underwear down to get at my cock, she chuckled a bit- what minutes ago had been a hard, pulsing cock was now a sticky, cummy mess, coating both my shrunken shaft and my balls.
“Well, I guess that makes my job easier,” she said with a bit of a laugh. “Looks like you enjoyed that as much as I did. I need a nap.” She lay back down. “Are you able to see yourself out?”
And that, ladies and gents, was that.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8b1oh0/that_time_i_m_got_just_a_little_bit_too_excited
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