Erotica
A Fantasy Face-Fuck
He knelt across my shoulders and made me feel like a goddess
It had been a long, luscious weekend at the cabin. My husband was at home in town, but my lover was very much with me. I was, once again, on my knees in the kitchen. His pants were around his ankles, and I had him rock-hard and dripping on my tongue. He took his hand from the back of my head and lifted my chin so that our eyes met.
“I want to sit on your face again,” he said.
I nodded yes. I let go of his cock, and walked to the bed, where I lay my head back against the cool white pillow. My round breasts veined blue through alabaster skin spread against my chest. My rosy nipples stood at attention. I was already slick and hot between my legs, but I didn’t dare mention it for fear he might fuck me instead.
He smiled down at me as he settled his knees around my shoulders and lifted his cock so I could press my nose into his balls. I buried my face there to take in his gorgeous, deep smell. That brought a gentle laugh from him.
The laugh changed to a whimper — then a low groan — as I reached into all his soft places with my tongue, finally pulling his balls into my mouth with the kind of firm suction that lets him know he is in for a ride.
