She tells me stories about the men she sees, and it gets me hot thinking of her with men, because I have seen it up close and she is very sexy. The sexiest lower back and the curves in her hips. She doesn’t thrust, she rolls, from her mid back down to her ass- she rolls in a wave-like motion, and it’s beautiful and feminine, like the ocean.

I rolled her on top of me and felt her beautiful curves on mine. She never tries to take the upper hand, even when she is laying on top of me. This is how our ‘relationship’ thrives,communication and understanding. We have lives that are so far away from these moments, so we just don’t talk about the little details. We have this space in time that seems to be getting farther apart- the way relationships like these sometimes do. Perhaps I was just a phase in this confusing time she is going through, and she is just a phase in mine. Phases end, and while we don’t talk about it- we both know that it is coming.

Grabbing a handful of her hair, I pressed kissed her lips, hard and then softly, the way she likes it. Soft warm kisses, then strong and forceful. I can feel her heartbeat against my breasts, and her quick soft moans drip onto my tongue. I ran my hands down her body and grazed my nails over the small of her back. Her skin is soft and inviting. Warm. Placing them on her hips, I pulled her upwards, over my body. She moved with my urging.

Her breasts moved over my face. Allowing me to suck on them. I look one into my mouth, and cupped the other in my hand. Massaging and squeezing at her pink nipples. I could feel her pussy, hot resting on my stomach. fuuck. I sucked harder on her breast- pinching and nibbling lightly. She arched her back towards me. Lowering herself a little more. I looked over at the mirror against the wall and froze the picture in my head. My beautiful Lacey, straddling my body, arching her back, her head thrown back, eyes closed. I wondered how so many men are in her presence without knowing just how spectacular she is… I continued to move her upwards over me. Kissing and licking her skin. Her stomach. Soft and feminine. Lower to her pelvis…

She was on all fours, over my body. Not on her knees, but her beautiful sex was above my face. She was waiting for my signal, to lower herself over me, but for now, she simply balanced. Her legs slightly spread. I reached my hand up between her legs, up to her pussy. She was already hot and wet. I wondered if I got her hot enough, she would drip her juices down into my mouth. I stroked her, pushing my fingers through her pussy and pulling them out to lick them off of my fingers. The spread her legs a bit more and I pushed my fingers inside her. She groaned and I saw her knees start to buckle. I know what she wanted. My sweet girl. “I know laceygirl, be patient.”

I watched her pussy lips swell and her skin flush. I pushed two fingers into her pussy, again and again, stroking her with my thumb until her clit was hard. Pulling her down, my fingers still inside her, I finally let her come down over my face. I pulled my fingers out and pushed my tongue up into her hot pink hole, tasting her hot sweet sex while she gasped out in relief. Her knees straddled my face while I tongue fucked her. I knew this wasn’t what she wanted, but tasting her sweet juice made my clit ache hard and that is what I wanted.

I grabbed her hips and moved her forward, seeking out her hard clit. She leaned forward and rested her head against the wall. I looked up at her for a moment, but when my tongue found it’s mark, I closed my eyes. Stroking her clit, slowly. I listened to her breathing, the movement in her hips, the feel of her pussy on my mouth. I dragged the rough of my tongue over her, then back and forth, quickly. Her breath got ragged and labored. I licked her soft and slow and her breathing followed. I felt the hot rush of sex on my tongue, as expected. Fast quick flicks with the tip of my tongue made her wild, unable to take a breath and almost unable to balance herself. Her cries were pleading, but she would never ask me to stop.

My poor baby, she was such a good girl for me and I knew what she needs. I know how she likes it and here I was, torturing her for my own pleasure. My own cunt was soaked and aching. I gripped her hips, in an attempt to steady her movements and moved my tongue on her the way she likes it. Pressure and long, back and forth. Her sweet spot, at the top side of her clit, on her left. Her breathing deepened and I felt her sink down into me. It’s like the X marks the spot. I moved my tongue over her hard clit, feeling her roll her hips, countering my tongue. My name purring from her lips. Again and again. She was in control of her breathing, her movement, her body. She fucked against my tongue, taking her pleasure, slowly. Savoring every moment of it. I was tempted to rush her, push a little harder- but she was so beautiful in that moment. Those delicious moments before the orgasm hits when everything is white light and electric.

I felt her building and felt her peak. Her hips trembled and spasmed, trying to hold still to get there, and when she came, her movements flowed. She rolled her body against me in waves. Her orgasm taking over her whole body. She moaned and called out my name- like a song. I tasted her, felt her, heard her. I licked and sucked at her pussy. Pulling the energy from her and letting her pour over me until she was spent.

She moved off of me and I quickly rolled her onto her back. I kissed her hard, letting her taste her cum from my mouth. I pushed my legs between hers. I needed to cum so badly I barely needed to touch against her. I spread her legs and got up on my knees, under hers.  I pushed my pussy up against hers and rubbed against her, once, twice…again and again.  This time it was me,

calling her name.