Hannah took her time sliding her jeans down, giving me the most delicious show. When I had fantasized about the scenes between her characters, I always tried to imagine the lead in whatever situation she was in naked, and I felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that my fantasies were becoming reality. Hannah was just as beautiful as one of her characters. She had a sleight figure, with hips that flowed smoothly to toned thighs and calves. I could see just the faintest outline of abs on her flat stomach, something that I strove at the gym to get but could never manage. She had a short, dark patch of public hair that contrasted so deliciously against the light skin of her stomach and thighs.

"No panties?” I said playfully.

“I had…plans today that dictated I probably wouldn’t need them.” Hannah dropped to her knees in front of me, and I opened my legs wider to allow her in. I had to do everything in my power not to lose it, not to just allow myself to come in anticipation of it all. Hannah dragged her hands up my thighs, nails tracing up and then a little sweet sharpness digging in when they reached my ass.

This was really happening. She was going to eat me out. I was going to watch her do it.

But when Hannah put her mouth on the inside of my thigh and latched her mouth onto it, sucking and licking the soft flesh, about eight inches away from the prize of my pussy, I came to the realization that she was going to have to wait to do it because, well…

“Oh fuck…Hannah…” I felt my back arch and the orgasm that I had carefully tried to hold on to in anticipation of Hannah devouring me had slipped from my grip and loosed itself on my body. “Oh…I’m coming…oh fuck…”

I looked down at Hannah with pleading eyes, trying to tell her ‘I’m sorry you got me so turned on you got me off by not even touching me’, but if there was any disappointment in Hannah’s face, she hid it well. Instead, she rushed to put her mouth on my slit, licking at it in the fading moments of the orgasm, tasting me.