I got to her lower stomach and grabbed her thighs, spreading her legs so that her pussy was presented to me in all its glory. I hesitated, not really sure how to proceed. I wanted to please her so badly but I had no idea what I was doing. She sensed my hesitation and reached down to cup my face, tipping my face up so that we were looking into each other’s eyes.

                “I don’t want you to do anything that you aren’t comfortable with,” she said, making my heart swell as her eyes showed that she was telling the truth; but they were also black with lust and I smirked before leaning my head down to take a long lick up her slit. She arched violently, moaning my name. I was surprised with how much I liked her taste and I leaned down to try it again, giving a small moan of my own as I savored the taste. “God Spencer,” she panted, making me grin as I pulled her clit into my mouth. I licked over the hard little bud, sucking it gently then more forcefully when she started to pant. “I’m not going to last,” she said, but more panted.

                I moved tongue back down, gathering the new moisture into my mouth and exploring the taste before moving my tongue to her entrance, pushing it in as far as I could and making her moan, tightening her grip of my hair as I licked around inside of her, enjoying her little noises as she squirmed above me. I moved my mouth back up to her clit before bringing my fingers into the equation, pushing just one into her and trying to repeat her actions from earlier. I must’ve been doing something right because she let some form of obscenity slip out so I added another finger, picking up the pace of my tongue and fingers to that they were moving on her simultaneously. I started to curl my fingers, looking for that sensitive spot. Her walls tightened around my fingers and I started to pump harder, taken by surprise by the cry that tore through her mouth as she came, drenching my fingers as I followed her example and kept pumping until she reached down to stop my movements.

                We both just laid there for a minute until I felt her tugging on my hair, pulling me up. I came willingly, stopping when we were face to face. She moved her hands out of my hair to caress my cheeks, pushing my hair out of my face as she came down.

                “Was I okay?” I finally asked, making her smirk.

                “You were more than okay, you were – God, that was probably the best I’ve ever had.” She whispered, pulling me down into a kiss, tasting herself with a small moan.

                “Really?” I asked, pulling away as I settled my body more into hers, our sweaty skin rubbing together enticingly.

                “Oh yeah,” she assured, making me blush as she wrapped her arms around me, her fingers playing over the warm skin of my back as I grinned. “I know this is so cliché but I love you.”

                “I like cliché,” I said, making her laugh as we kissed again.