Despite all the texting you two have done, this is the first time you have ever let yourselves be together. He once sent you a picture of his cock, bu... has never seen your body. The heat from your skin against his hands is all brand new, and I can see the emotions on his face as he pushes your skirt down. You step from it and his hands move to your blouse, rubbing against your nipples, massaging your full tits. There is wonder in his eyes, the same wonder I get when I am in his position… how. In the process, his thick cock slaps against his thigh, leaving a small wet imprint. It is still long and shapely, I notice, and hardly recovered from our recent lovemaking. We have been here some three hours, talking, eating, relaxing and making love. Weary of my own company, who better than a beautiful man to share such delights. Delights that the Lady Itelyssia has seen fit to grant me. Indeed, they are my due for having served her these many months with my mind and my body. Who better than. “Good morning to you sleepy head,” he said as he looked up momentarily, his face glistening with my juices. “You’ll excuse me, but I have to get back to work.” With that, his mouth went into over drive, licking my pussy in ways I don’t think I have ever had it licked before. With just the right pressure, he sucked my clit, with just the right rhythm, he licked it too. He drove his tongue deep inside me and it fluttered and flicked me to the edge of orgasm. I was beside myself, losing my. My heart continues to pound as he yanks my skirt up around my waist and grazes the palm of his hand over my mound once again. Unable to contain it, I let out a little gasp and I see the side of his mouth twitch upwards to form a half smirk. He unbuttons my crisp white shirt slowly, bending to lightly kiss my neck, collar bone and between my breasts. He doesn't remove it completely, leaving it tucked into my skirt, still bunched up around my waist. It is open enough for him to admire my breasts.