Nadia had braces when we met. We were nineteen, virgins, and so unsure of ourselves and the lethality of the metal in her mouth that for months, we wouldn’t even open our mouths just in case we did more damage than we intended. We eventually timidly spread our lips and learned how to apply enough pressure not to break skin so we could slide our tongues together. And then it was on. I know Nadia’s mouth the same way I know her pussy. I can tell you the precise angle she likes me to position her head and exactly how she likes me to use my tongue on her. I’ve let her taste herself on my tongue, and she’s done the same for me. There isn’t a single inch of Nadia’s mouth that I haven’t explored, a single thing we haven’t shared.

But Jourdan is brand-new; her mouth is an entirely new universe for me to explore, but she directs my voyage. She holds my head in place and tilts her own face to get the angle right. She slides the flat of her tongue along my bottom lip and pulls away. She smiles as her eyes search mine, watching my reaction, making sure this is okay. I move forward hungrily. I need more.

The tip of her tongue traces the seam of my lips. I spread them, silently begging her tongue to enter me. She pulls away again.

I could grab her and pull her close, but I don’t. As disconcerting as this morning has been, I like letting her take control. All morning, Jourdan’s played with my boundaries, toeing at the line, examining my parapets, before ducking away to consider her next plan of attack.

My dick is hard enough to cut glass.

Finally, she pulls me over the edge when she grinds her ass into my dick again, but this time, she lets a soft whimper fall from her lips. It tastes like coffee and danger. I grab her hips and grind up into her ass, hoping for a relief we both know I won’t get with all this clothing between us.

Then, she kisses me again, a soft brush of her lips before her tongue slips into my mouth, sliding against mine roughly. I tilt my head back and give Jourdan free rein, letting her sip at me while I hold her hips and drag her ass up and down my shaft.

I can hear Nadia’s soft breaths. I know she’s touching herself, and that only makes this kiss with Jourdan taste sweeter.

But then Nadia curses, and the intensity of this moment fizzles. “Shit, I have a meeting. I have to go,” she says quickly and hangs up.

Jourdan pulls back from my mouth. She’s panting, and her eyes are wide. Her hand moves to cup the side of my face, and her thumb brushes my cheek. “Did you like that?”