I do as she commands and sit on the side of the pool. The sun-cooked cement burns my bare skin; I cannot help but enjoy the sensation. She positions herself between my legs; her eyes fixated on my hardon. Her hands pause before grabbing my shaft, seemingly nervous about doing so. She looks up at me and asks in a testing manner, “Do you know about safe words?”
I nod quickly and reply, “I like the stoplight system.”
Her smile of approval is massive. She seems to test another theory, “Good boy.”
I struggle to hide the groan that erupts from deep in my throat at her praise. My hips roll forward; my body seems to have a mind of its own. She looks me in the eyes as she grabs the shaft of my hardon. She slowly rubs her hand up and down my bulging dick. She lets out a healthy coating of saliva; it glazes my head. She strokes the slick lube into my pulsating member. I lean back, eyes closed, and enjoy the sensation. A thought of joy bounces deep inside me. Adulation that someone is jerking me off, other than myself.
My head tilts back as I watch this being of captivating eroticism. She is enthralled at the moment, focusing on touching me, on stroking me. She looks up as if forgetting I was there and gives a cute little giggle.
“I forgot how much I enjoyed doing this. Am I doing it right? Does it feel good?”
Her need to please me pushes me to be honest. “It feels unreal. But maybe more lube?”
She slows down a bit, ensuring less friction. I can see her thinking. Then an idea comes into focus.
“I have some lube in my room. Want to go inside?”
In her bathroom, she instructs me to towel dry her. As I do, I kiss her naked body, exploring and studying every inch of her. She stands there like the goddess I am beginning to want to worship. Kneeling in front of her my eyes scan her nudity with lust-filled hunger. Our eyes meet, and I risk pushing for something. “I want to taste you.”
She sits back on the counter and spreads her legs; my eyes focus on her aroused lips. Her fingers spread herself, exposing her hole to me.
She challenges me, “Let’s see what you can do.”
Without thought, my face presses against her. I slowly inhale, her scent filling the back of my throat; I can taste her. I lick one big, long, wide lick from bottom to top. I feel her slick nectar coat my tongue and roll down the back of my throat. Her arousal tastes incredible and motivates me to give her the best of my ability. I settle between her legs and begin to lick, kiss, and suck her. I look up from time to time to gauge her reaction. Her hand quickly moves to the back of my head, combing through my long hair as she pushes down against my mouth. I try different speeds and pressures against her clit, till I find one that gets a moaning confirmation from her. I repeat this; she looks down at me and nods in approval. After a few seconds, her hand balls a fist in my hair, she demands, “Don’t stop.”
I look up at her and I watch as this deity’s body shivers. She shoves herself down, hard against my mouth. She lets out a guttural moan; I feel a stream of warmth shoot into the back of my throat. She breathes in deep, then lets out a long, loud moan. The feeling of pride that wells within me seems to be fed by her release as it pours down into my belly. I hold onto her as she comes down from her high. I kiss her lips a few times then stand up. I stand up and realize how much shorter than me she is. I stand against her; my hardon pulsates against her stomach. I reach at the back of her neck; she looks at me with a euphoric smile. I lean forward, my wet face close to hers. I growl, “My turn.”