Heavy lidded and orgasm drunk, she levels her green eyes at me as she loosely grips me through my jeans. The taste of her still thick on my tongue and my eyes roll back slightly as a moan escapes me.
*“You really don’t have to”*
*“I know I don’t have to, but I want to”*
She hops off the bar, or tries to, legs still wobbly from her orgasms. I hold her steady against me as our mouths come together, gentle passion weaving between us again. Fingers deftly undoing the buttons of my trousers before her warm hand slips down my boxers to wrap around my straining cock.
*“F-fuck”* my breath coming out ragged, those eyes never leaving mine.
*“Mmm imagine how much better its going to feel with my lips wrapped around it”* her playful voice barely above a whisper.
Who is she? All her previous coyness has fall away to a much more brazen creature and it leaves my blood running hot.
*“Like the thought of that, eh?”* Her thumb circling the pre-cum dripping out of me against the swollen head. It feels amazing and all I can think of is her pink tongue swirling lazily around it. She could undo me with this fantasy alone and the slow strokes continue.