The next morning I woke to find myself in bed alone! I missed Sarah’s body next to mine. I called out for her and followed her voice. She was in the kitchen perched on the work island. She was naked, sitting with her legs crossed, reading the newspaper. I walked toward her as she looked up at me. I put my mouth on hers and kissed her so hard that I probably bruised her lips. At the same time I reached under the paper and began massaging her pussy. She got wet quickly; I plunged two fingers into her hole. Sarah uncrossed her legs and propelled herself forward; my fingers sinking deeper into her. She ground her pussy hard against my hand, and I was soon coated with her sweet juice. It dripped onto the granite counter making it slick. Sarah was having a difficult time helping me to sink in as deeply as she wanted. Her legs started to tremble as she cried out, “Eat me Paul. I love your tongue inside of me.”
I quickly slide her bottom through the pooled liquid, placing her feet flat on the lip of the counter; her toes curling over the edge. I took both hands and separated her lips, pulling both out and up. Her clit was exposed and long; it looked like a miniature penis. I thought I could see it throbbing!! Her inner lips were flaring open; her knees fell apart, nearly touching the counter.
I flattened my tongue and stroked long and firm, but stayed away from her clit. After a few strokes I made my tongue pointed and hard and stuck it inside; moving in and out of her as fast as I could. Then I withdrew and made my tongue flat, again. As I stroked the length of her slit, I would barely touch her protruding clit. Each time I would brush against it, Sarah would lift up and try to get me to take it into my mouth. At last she couldn’t take it any longer; she steadied herself on her elbows and the next time I got close enough to electrify her button she grabbed my head and held it tightly against her.
Her knees flailed open and closed like butterfly wings. Sometimes they pressed tightly against my head and other times they spread wide apart. I attached my mouth to her clit, and I wouldn’t let go. I sucked it entirely into my mouth, rubbing my tongue around and over it; flicking the very tip. It drove Sarah wild. She ground into my face. She held my head in place. While she bucked wildly I hummed my lips against her, biting and nibbling her clit frantically as I buried deeper into her, and my head thrashed about in her sticky release. It was amazing. She gushed and filled my mouth as she held her breath.
I had gotten so hard that I hurt. I had to have relief, and I wanted to release myself inside of her. Sarah started to loosen her hold on me, and I heard her breath escape. I didn’t give her time to recover completely. I jumped onto the counter and sat behind her with my legs folded under me; my pole pointing out, aiming slightly upward. Sarah sat up and got on all 4’s and backed up to me. I rose on my knees as she was forcefully lowering herself. Because she was so wet, I was in her with only one thrust! She was rocking on her knees as fast as she could.
put my hands on her hips and pulled her into me. I had her fold her legs under her and we both started bouncing up and down in opposition. She was coming down as I was going forward. My knees were butterflying opened and closed, allowing me to penetrate her deeply. I could reach around her chest and rub her breasts and nipples. She let her head fall back; I tongued her ear. She moaned loudly and turned her head and kissed me passionately. My hands left her breasts and moved to her clit, again. I grabbed it between my thumb and middle finger and pulled on it, not letting up for a moment. I was so turned on doing this and imagining her projecting clit. I knew I was going to cum any second. As I tugged on her clit, Sarah lifted up on her knees and screamed, “Sshhiiittt. Uhhhhh….Uhhhhhh…..Shitttttttt” I lifted up on my knees, too, and drove into her with all of my might, over and over. I came over and over as her vagina continued to convulse. I could feel her petals flapping; opening and closing around my cock. I hung onto her as we slowly came down off of our knees and off of our orgasms!
We stretched out our legs. The counter top had been hard on them! We slid off of the counter, and Sarah turned toward me and said, “Oh my god, Paul. I can’t believe we just made love on the kitchen counter! It was amazing.” Then Sarah started to giggle. I must have looked puzzled because she went on to explain that my face looked like it had “rug burn”. “I think it’s definitely time to touch up my pussy. It must be getting pretty prickly.” I asked her if I got to help. She smiled and teasingly said, “Maybe.”
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