Page 119 of The Fed Sex Man

What in the…

It happened again.

Micro-convulsions raced through me.

My eyes shot wide.

I resisted at first, squirming each time his lips or tongue met my sensitive nub. Softly and gently, he continued. I embraced the magic, pushing my pussy hard against his mouth. Deep within me, pressure built until I feared I’d burst into a million little pieces.

It had only been a minute since he’d started, and I doubted I could last for another. A decade of exploring myself had produced numerous sensations, none of which were anything like what I was experiencing.

I closed my eyes and channeled my focus. Predictably, his tongue flicked against my clit. Suck, flick, suck, flick, suck, flick…

Mere seconds later, a wave of emotion engulfed me. I pressed myself hard against his mouth and prayed he continue doing exactly what it was that brought me to the pinnacle of sexual pleasure.

Blindly, my hands flailed about, searching for something to grab. After finding nothing, they landed on either side of Tyson’s whiskered face.

I gripped his head in my hands and arched my back.

Like a spring storm’s raindrops against a window, small sensations tapped away at the surface of my skin until everything was tingling.

My body convulsed. Muscles tensed.

My eyes opened wide, but I saw nothing. Then, the tension escaped me, leaving me as nothing but a puddle of exhausted emotion seated at a kitchen table.

I glanced between my legs.

Tyson looked up. His mouth glistened with my juices.

“Kiss me,” I said.

He pushed my chair away from the table and leaned over me.

I lifted my head and pressed my lips to his.

The musky scent of my satisfaction tickled my nose. A hint of his cologne followed. He straddled my thighs. Feverishly, I kissed him, eagerly sucking my juices from his lips.

We’d made a pact to start and stop with a kiss. For most, that kiss would have marked the ending of the night’s sexual adventures.

For me?

It marked the beginning.