“Yes,” she gasped, pulling the skin of his cock down tight, biting and licking at the skin of his belly. “Oh don't stop!”

He wrapped his arms around her hips in answer, pulling her fully down onto him, her knees spread out onto the floor, her pussy a slick, wet pulse against his mouth. She was moaning and twisting on him now, edging closer with every delicious sweep of his tongue. She couldn't take any more-her body was wound too tight, waiting to be sprung, everything centered on the little trigger between her legs that his tongue had found and refused to abandon.

“James!” she cried, and it came as a plea-for more, or for release, she didn't know which. He grunted, sliding his fingers deep into her as he licked her, moving them in and out now, pushing her forward onto him. Maya thought she would scream with pleasure and she took his cock into her mouth instead, moaning around the thick heat of him.

She felt herself slip over the edge, the point of no return, and she was falling, with him buried deep in her throat as she came, her mouth closing around his cock, matching the same fluttering rhythm as her pussy around his fingers. She kept him there, her body trembling and quivering against him, his cock like steel heat against her tongue, until she couldn't stand it any more.

“Wait,” she gasped, coming up for air, crawling off of him, her hair hanging to the floor as she turned around and collapsed next to him. She kissed him, tasting herself in his mouth, her juices glistening on his cheeks, down his chin. She swallowed the sweet, musky taste of herself, sucking it off his tongue.