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Before anything had been said, or happened, she had imagined everything they had just done weeks prior to it happening. It made her wonder if she imagined it into being or if it was something that all the stars had lined up for her and placed onto her intuition. The experience felt like a dream from how he kissed her all the way to her kissing down his torso, pushing her mouth into the crease of each of his hips while feeling the strength of his thighs beneath her hands. She was so turned on as she kissed over the points of his hip bones before sliding her tongue over the base of his cock.

They had met at the café he worked at. She’d go in and study, or well, “study” because when he was there it was hard not to focus on him. He checked on her often, sometimes bringing her an extra drink or something sweet from the kitchen, and she thought if he was this friendly with everyone, or was it her?

Sometimes their conversations bordered on flirtatious, but never crossed over a line into anything more. She spent a little too much time thinking about what it would be like to kiss him. He had the prettiest mouth she had ever seen. A perfect cupid’s bow centered over soft, full lips that would easily envelop her smaller mouth.

So one night as she was packing up because they were closing he asked her if she’d stay. Sliding back into her seat she agreed. He needed to clean up a little more and check the register, but then would make them cocktails.

One led to three. Time slipped away, and the next thing she knew, with his hand in hers, they were going back to his place, then sitting on his bed, and then moving closer and closer together until she felt her mouth land on his.

He pulled her sweater off, and she pulled his jeans down. She wanted to devour him that instant and it took everything she had to slow down, and take all of the time to taste every inch of his cock. She couldn’t find out what she wanted more, feeling how the head met the shaft with her tongue tip, or taking more of him with her mouth, feeling her lips slide over, and around his circumference. Luckily he was patient and let her do it all.

The harder he became, the more she wondered about how fun it would be to have him hold her hair and fuck her face while she gripped his thighs so hard she’d leave marks. She imagined how wet she could get him as he touched the back of her throat with each thrust. She thought what would’ve happened if she climbed on top of his hips, still wet from her mouth, and pushed him into her until there was nowhere to go but around and around until they came.

She looked at his face, eyes specifically, open-mouthed, her hand wrapped around his base, and stroking, experiencing all the feelings of getting to be there with him before getting back to giving all her attention to his cock.

Feeling how hard he was against her tongue and palms made it difficult to find out what she enjoyed more, and where she wanted her focus to go. She loved the softness of him against her tongue, but then also getting to squeeze him felt good too.

Then he came, filling her mouth, and she swallowed him up wondering if she’d be able to feel him let go inside her pussy when she was ready.

But they’d have to wait for that

NSFW: yes

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