But I’m focused on Jesse. I want to get him off with my mouth, the way he did to me the other night. I want to suck him so good he has no choice but to pour his entire orgasm into my mouth like a reward.

My fingers massage his nuts, tenderly, yet occasionally bordering on harsh, which he seems to love. His knees are wobbling as he struggles to keep himself upright, resting his weight on the counter while I bob in front of him. I’m in a fucking daze, lost in my movements, barely even aware of my surroundings as I fuck him with my mouth, using my lips and my tongue to really work him over. I’ve taken to this process surprisingly quick, gulping him back like it’s my job, not just a job.

My jaw is numb, and spit is flowing from the corners of my mouth, but I don’t even care. I want to taste him. I want him to…

“Come!” He gasps, fingers twisting in my hair. “I’m fucking coming… holy oh my God…”

He’s rambling nonsense as his dick swells up and pulses, streams of his salty flavor hitting my tongue. I swallow it as it continues to pour, filling my mouth until I’m almost overflowing. But I fucking love it.

Jesus, I love this. Who knew?

When I finally pull off of him, my head is spinning. And clearly, I’m not the only one. Jesse can barely breathe, sputtering as I stand up on shaky legs, my twitching fingers sliding through all the sinews in his abs and chest.

“Babe…” he mewls, lashes fluttering up at my face. “I’m falling…”

He collapses into me, and I hold him up, making a snap decision to grab him by the waist and hoist him up onto the counter. His body shoves things out of the way, but neither of us seem concerned with that as his long legs spread to make room for me.

I wedge in between them, reaching the perfect height for my crotch to rub on his.

Oh yes… This will do just fine.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell him, lost to the lust and need coursing between us like an electrical current.

He gazes up at me from where he’s leaning back on his elbows on the counter, face all flushed and hazy. Curling my fingers at the nape of his neck, I pull his mouth to mine, hovering over him to kiss his lips gently. He gives me his tongue, eager to taste himself in my mouth. His lips kiss mine in slow motion, sleepy in his movements.

But I’m not done with him. Not even close.

Dragging my mouth down his jaw and throat, I suck him there a few times, urging myself to move on before I leave a mark, drifting down his chest. I swipe his nipple and he flinches, his fingertips gripping my shoulders while I circle the pink peak with my tongue, sucking it into my mouth hard.